Pittston Gazette

              ESTABLISHED I MRU. I VOI-. -\ I.I II. NO. Ti. D Oiliest Newspaper in the Wyoming Vi lley. 1'ITTSTON, LI ZKRNK CO., PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 181)4. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. )*,-&°3Wi8Sm DOYLH. head ol it hail reached tin- tDa man who con Id not have been mo nonse. an. 1 assisted ner auopieu laiuer in nil his undertakings. The keen air of the mountains and the balsamic odor of the pine trees took the placeiof nurse and mother to the young girl. As year succeeded to year she grew taller and stronger, her cheek more ruddy anil her step more elastic. Many a wayfarer upon the high-road which ran by Ferrier's farm felt long-forgotten thoughts revive in his mind as ho watched her lithe, girlish figure tripping through the wheat fields, or met her mounted upon her father's mustang, and managing it with all the ease and grace of a true child of the ivest. So the bud blossomed into a flower, and the years which saw her father the richest of farmers left her as fair a specimen of American girlhood as could be found on the whole Pacific slope. "Neither would I," said her companion.knew what the nature terrible power which over them. No wohde NYE IN PALL MALL. Cobb, who did not know where lie was at; also of Browning. Poets must not be too specific. visible the mountains, the rear was nut yet on the horizon Right than thirty years of age, but whose mass've head and relute expression marked him as a leader. He was 1 aiding a brown-backed volume, but :is t he crowd approached ho laid it aside and listened attentively to an account of the episode. Then he turned to tli6 two castaways. , "You? Well, I don't see that it would make much matter to you, anyhow. You ain't even a friend of ours." •ided across the enormous plain stretched the strangling array, wagons and about in fear and trembli even in the heart of the they dared not whisper which oppressed them. r that. wilder HE IS UP AT THE ZOOLOGICAL GAR- Others will claim that Mr. Molen has forfeited his poetic license by shying "bough" and "roar" in the stanza devoted to Marion, but very likely ho gets his license from Governor Tillman and ia not restricted in any way or compelled to close up at 12 o'clock, as others are. darts, men on horseback and men on foot. Innumerable women who staggered along under burdens, and children who toddled beside the wagons or peeped out from under the wliito coverings. This was evidently no ordinary party of immigrants, but rather some nomad people who had been compelled from stress of circumstances to seek themselves a new country. There rose through the clear air a confused clattering and rumbling from this great mass of humanity, with the creaking of wheels and the neighing horses. Loud as it was, it was not sufficient to rouse the two tired wayfarers above them. The young hunter's dark face grew so gloomy over this remark that Lucy Ferrier laughed aloud. loilb DENS FOR TWO WEEKS. At first:this vaguennd "There, I didn't mean that," she said; "of course, you are a friend now. Yon must come and see us. Now I must push along, or father won't trust me with his business any more. Good-by!" was cxercised only 11 trailts, who, having D11 tin recalei le p But Winn Hp Called There He Couldn't "II we take you with us," he said, in solemn words, "It can only be as believers in our own creed. We ,! all have no wolves in our fold. Bett -r far embraced the (*«t In—A Few Items From Haskinsville. Mormon faith, wished ivard to DU, how- A letter, and a Poem Which Shows Great And what a true ring there is to the expression, "The Romans of Rome!" It is the glad, free lope of a grass fed Pegasus with unshod feet. No nineteenth century toe calks mar the poetic feet of William M. Molen of Charleston, S. C. pervert or to abandon it ever, it took a wider raag. The supply of luliiIt women was rnim i n;f short, and polygamy, without female population on which to draw, was a barro.n doctrine indeed. Strange rumors bopan to be bandied about.—rumors of murdered immigrants and rifled camps in repions where Indians hail never been seen. Fresh women appeared in the harems of the elders—women who pined and wept, anil l»Dre upon their faces the traces of miextinguishable horror. Belated wanderers upon the mountains spoke of pangs of armed men, masked, stealthy, and noiseless, who flitted by them in the darkness. These tales and rumors took substance and shape, and were corroborated and re-corroborated until they resolved themselves into a definite name. To this day, in the lonely ranches of the west, the name of the Danite Band, or the Avenpinp Anpels, is a sinister and ill-omened one. Genius—Nye's New Clothes. "Good-by," ho answered, raising his broad sombrero, and bending over her little hand. She wheeled her mustang round, gave It a cut with her ridingwhip, and darted away down the broad road In a rolling cloud of dust. [Copyright, 1894, by Edgar W. Nye.] Pall Mall Street, "" ) London, Jan. 12, 1894. j ill Ipt This street is so named because here an old game called pail mail originated. It was very much like croquet. It finally came to bo played mostly in St. James park and was a great favorite with Charles I and his court. I sit now at my window here, ever and anon eating Yarmouth bloaters washed down with the finest Rhenish wine and softly humming to myself: J| ij n .JMif And who before has dared to write a poem on the bicycle? Who has ever felt that pneumatic tires and ball bearings could be woven successfully into rhyme? No one but William M. Molen of Charleston, S. C. (continued ) things! fine things!" crieCJ irl enthusiastically, holding tt rin:r fragments of mica, goes lDack to home I'll give Younp Jefferson Hope rode on with his companions, ploomy and taciturn. He and they had been amonp the Nevada mountains prospectinp for silver, and were returning to Salt Lake City in the hope of raising capital enouph to work some lodes which they had discovered. He had been as keen as any of them upon the business until this sudden incident had drawn his thoughts into another channel. The sight of the fair young pirl, as frank and wholesome as the Sierra breezes, had stirred his volcanic, untamed heart to its very depths. When she had vanished from his sight, he realized that a crisis had come in his life, and that neither silver speculations nor any other questions could ever bo of such importance to him as this new and allabsorbinp one. The love which had sprung up in his heart was not the sudden, changeable fancy of a boy, but rather the wild, fierce passion of a man of strong will and imperious temper, lie had been accustomed to succeed in all that he undertook. He swore in his heart he would not fail in this if human effort and human perseverance could render him successful. PAST XI. The Country of the Saint*. $ D It was not the father, however, who first discovered that the child had developed into the woman. It seldom is in such cases. That mysterious chango is too subtle and too gradual to be measured by dates. Least of all does the maiden herself know it until the tone of a voice or the touch of a hand sets her heart thrilling within .her, and she learns, with a mixture of pride and of fear, that a new and larger nature has awakened within her. There are few who cannoUrecall that day and remember the one little incident which heralded the dawn of a new life. In the case of Lucy Ferrier the occasion was serious enouph in itself, apart from its future influence on her destiny and that of many besides. CHAPTKR L i to |!r r Bob. At the head of the column there rode a score or more of grave, iron-faced men, clad in somber, homespun garments and armed with rifles. On reachthe base of the bluff they halted and held a short council among themselves. tL Or yet who has given us such a clear view of the swamp without the expense of going there? Who has so graphically described "the native playing squirrel sitting on the tree's bough," the "touchme-not-or-death-will - ensue - on - my - native-soil" snake? ON THX UHBAT ALKALI PLAIN. i ll see prett ier things than them said the man. confidently. "You ;Cit a lDit. 1 was going to tell In the central portion of the great North American continent there lies Water, oh, water. Is the drink for uieI Give wine, oh, wine, for the de-bau-chee! ij!i - vou remember when we an arid and repulsive desert which for many a long year served as a barrier against the advance of civilization. From the Sierra Nevada to Nebraska and from the Yellowstone river in the north to the Colorado upon the south is a region of desolation and silence. left the river?' "The wells are to the right, my brothers," said a one, a hard-lipped, clean-shaven man with grizzly hair. I can fancy that I see the street again alive with the good looking people of King Charles' time playing this harm- h. res. Well, we reckoned we'd strike au;.r river soon, d'ye see? Hut there Of course these are only selected stanzas taken from longer poems, and very likely the entire poem might not read so well, but where will we find such a string of opals? Who has yet done full justice to the cigar? 11' wrong: compasses, or •thin', and it didn't turn "To the right of the Sierra Blanco— so we shall reach the Rio Grande," said another. Nor is nature always in Water ran CDnt. Just except a li&- drop for tiie likes of you and— "Pear not for water," cried a third. "Ho who could draw it from the rocks will not now abandon His own chosen people." HE TURNED TO THE TWO CASTAWAYS. throughout this gTim district. It comprises snow-capped and lofty mountains and dark and gloomy -valleys. There are. swift-flowing' rivers which dash through jagged canyons, and there are enormous plains which in winter are white with snow and in summer are gray with the saline alkali dust. They all preserve, however, the common characteristics of barrenness, inhospitality and misery. that your hones should bleach in this wilderness-than that you should prove to be that little speck of decay which in time corrupts the whole fruit. Will you come with us on these terms?" Fuller knowledge of the organization which produced such terrible results served to increase rather than to lessen the horror which it inspired in the minds of men. None knew who belonged to this ruthless society. The names of the participators in the deeds of blood and violence, done under the name. 6f religion, were kept profound- Jy secret. The very friend to whom you communicated your misci vine's as to tne propnet and jus mission might be one of those who would come forth at night with fire and sword to exact a terrible reparation. Hence, every man feared his neighbor, and none spoke of the things which wero nearest his heart. and \ nC! you couldn't wash yourself," In •npli it his companion gravely, star "It leaves its fragrance on the morning dew and rides the ocean wave." "Amenl Amen!" responded the wholo party. (It ako smells the whiskers up and populates the grave.) at his grimv visage. "No, nor drink. And Mr. Bender, he was the first to go, and then Indian l'ete, and then Mrs. McGregor, and then Johnny Hones, and then, dearie, They were about to resume their journey when one of the youngest and keenest-eyed uttered an exclamation and pointed up at the rugged crag above them. Prom its summit there fluttered a little wisp of pink, showing up hard and bright against tho gray rocks behind. At the sight there was a general reining up of horses and unflinging of guns, while fresh horsemen came galloping up to reinforce tho ranguard. The word "redskins" was on every lip. "Guess I'll come with you on any terms," said Ferrier, with such emphasis that the grave elders could not restrain a .smile. The leader alone retained his stern, impressive expression. It was a warm June morning, and the Latterday Saints were as busy aa the bees whose hive they have chosen for their emblem. In the fields and in the streets rose the same hum of human industry. Down the dusty highroads defiled long streams of heavily laden mules, all heading to the west, for the gold fever had broken out in California, and the overland route lay through the city of the elect. There, too, were droves of sheep and bullocks coming in from the out- Below is given the letter. I do not insert the entire poem on General Jackson, partly because there are 88 verses of it and partly because I am waiting for the consent of Qeneral Jackson's friends and relatives before publishing it: your mother." "Then mother's a deader, too," cried the little girl, dropping her face in her pinafore and sobbing bitterly. "Take him, Brother Stangerson," he said, "give him food and drink, and the child likewise. Let it be your task also to teach him our holy creed. We have delayed long enough. Forward! On, on to ZionI" There are no inhabitants of this land of despair. A band of Pawnees or of Ulackfeet may occasionally traverse it in order to reach other hunting grounds, but the hardiest of the braves are glad to lose sight of those awesome plains, and to find themselves once more upon their prairies. The coyote 6kulks among the scrub, the buzzard flaps heavily through tho air, and the clumsv irrizzlv bear lumbers throucrh the dark ravines, and picks up such sustenance as it can among the rocks. These are the sole dwellers in tho wilderness.DH, 8. C., Sept. 28,18D3. Mr. Nye: DrabSib—I send you one of my poems together with an extract of several more of my composition, If yoo would be kind enough to oomment on them In one of your letters to the press I think it would help the sale of them. I am going to have them published In book form and if you wish to take the agency I will allow you a liberal commission. I am your humble servant, W*. M. Molxh, Charleston, 8. C. An extract of the writings of William M. Molen of Charleston, 8. C.: FORT SUXTEB. Grim and battle scared Sumter by the City in the Sea, Her mighty Barbette guns echoing the fame of the renowned Lee. Gibalter of the South, def nder of the cause of the right. Bombarded in the day with rolling shot and bursting, angry boms by night. "Yes, they all went except you and me. Then I thought there was some chance of water in this direction, so I heaved you over my shoulder and we tramped it together. It don't seem as though we've improved matters. There's an almighty small chance for lie called on John Ferrier that night, and many times again until his face was a familiar one at the farmhouse. John, cooped up in the valley, and absorbed in his work, had little chance of learning tho news of the outside world during the last twelve years. All this Jefferson Hope was able to tell him, ind in a style which interested Lucy is well as her father. He had been a pioneer in California, and could narrate many a strange tale of fortunes made and fortunes lost In those wild, halcyon days. He had been a scout too, and a trapper, a silver explorer and a ranchman. Wherever stirring adventures were to bo had, Jefferson Hope had been there in search of them. He soon became a favorite with the farmer, who spoke eloquently of his virtues. On such occasions Lucy was silent, but her blushing cheek and her bright, happy eyes showed only too clearly that her young heart was no longer her own. Her honest father may not have observed these symptoms, but they were assuredly not thrown away upon the man who hod won her affections. "On, on to Zionl" cried the crowd of Mormons, and the words rippled down the long caravan, passing from mouth to month until they died away in a dull murmur in the far distance. With a cracking of whips and a creaking of wheels the great wagon got into motion, and soon the whole caravan was winding along once more. The elder to whose care the two waifs had been committed led them to his wagon, where a meal was already awaiting them. ■ "There can't bo any number of Injuns here," said the elderly man who appeared to be in command. "We have passed the Pawnees, and there are no other tribes until we cross the great mountains." One fine morning, John Ferrier was about to set out to bis wheat-fields, when he heard tho click of the latch, and, looking through the window, saw a stout, sandy-hairod, middle-aged man coming up the pathway. Ilis heart leaped to his mouth, for this was none other than the great Itrigham Young himself. Full of trepidation— for ho knew that such a visit boded him little good—Ferrier ran to tho door to greet tho Mormon chief. The latter, however, received his salutation coldly, and followed him with a stern face into tho sitting-room. us now!" IN THE WINDOW. "Do you mean that we are going to die, too?" asked the child, checking her sobs, and raising her tear-stained face. less game, while the monarch hinuelf, intending to racket the ball of the chief lady in waiting, hauls off to swat his own with great vigor, and, fudging, drives the royal bunion back three years' growth, while he hops across the ground on one foot, holding the other to his bosom and falling over the arches till the court has to bo called to order. "Shall I go forward and see, Brother Stangereon?" asked one of the band. "And I," "And I," cried a dozen ▼oices. 1 guess that's about the size of it." In tho whole world there can be no more dreary view than that from the northern slope of the Sierra Blanco. As far as the eye can reach stretches the great flat plainland, all dusted over with patches of alkali, and intersected by clumps of the dwarfish chaparral bushes. On the extreme verge of the horizon lies a long chain of mountain peaks, with their rugged summits flecked with snow. In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, gray earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may. there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silenco —complete and heart-subduing silence. "Why didn't you say so before?" she said, laughing gleefully. "You gave me Such a fright. Why, of course, now as long as we die we'll bo with mother "Leave your horses below and wo will wait you here," the elder answered. In a moment the young fellows had dismounted, fastened their horses, and were ascending the precipitous slope which led up to the object which had excited their curiosity. They advanced rapidly and noiselessly, with the confidence and dexterity of practised scouts. The watchers from the plain below could see them flit from rock to rock until their figures stood out against the sky-line. The young man who had first given the alarm was leading them. Suddenly his followers saw him throw up his hands, as though overcome with astonishment, and on joining him they were affected in the same way by the sight which met their "You shall remain here," he said. "In a few days yon will have recovered from your fatigues. In the meantime, remember that now and forever you are of our religion. Hrigham Young has said it, and he has spoken with the voice of Joseph Smith, which is the voice of God." again." THOMAS t. JACKSON. Warlike Jackson, Stonewall of the legion, the hero In the gray. His home the saddle, the battle-field his glory by day; Like the Romans of Rome, he swept the field. With grape and eannlster, the sword his shield. Yes, vou will, dearie." Even down to the days of the Stuarts this street was only a country ramble, where one could go out and stroll with a fair one and have to kick several el timbering cows out of the way every few rods. Not till the reign xDf William and Mary did it become a street. "And you, too. I'll tell her how awful good you've been. I'll bet she meets us at the door of Heaven with a big pitcher of wafijr, and a lot of buckwheat cakes, hot, and toasted on both sides, like Bob and me was fond of. How long will it be first." "Brother Ferrier," he said, taking a seat, and eyeing the farmer keenly from under his light-colored eyelashes, "the true believers have been good friends to you. We picked you up when you were starving in tho desert, wo shared our food with you, led you safe to the chosen valley, gave you a goodly sharo of land, and allowed you to wax rich under our protection. Is not this so?" IN AX INSTANT IT REARED UPON ITS niND LEGS. JAAFAR. Heroio Jaspar, on brave Moultrie's walls. Defending his flag, and for yalor, applauded in herhalla. CHAPTER II. lying pasture lands, and trains of tired immigrants, men and horses equally weary of their iuterminable journey. Through all this motley assemblage, threading her way with the skill of an accomplished rider, there galloped Lucy Ferrier, Jier fair face flushed with the exercise and her long chestnut hair floating out behind her. She had a commission from her father in- the Now it does quite a business, besides being well provided especially with clubs. I believe that the following are on Pall Mall—viz: The United Service club, the Athaeneum club, the Travelers' club, the Reform club, the Carleton club, the Oxford and Cambridge club, the Guards' club, the Beaconsfield club, the New Athaeneum club, the Wanderers' club, the Junior Carleton club, the Army and Navy club and the Marlborough club. In addition to all these clubs on Pall Mall, the Prince of Wales lives on this street. This is not the placo to commemorate the trials and privations endured by the immigrant Mormons before they came to their final haven. From the shores of the Mississippi to the western slopes of the Rcx:ky mountains they had struggled on with a constancy almost unparalleled in history. The savage man, a»d the savage beast, hunger, thirst, fatigue and disease— every impediment which nature could place in the way. had all been overcome with Anglo-Saxon tenacity. Yet the long journey and the accumulated terrors had shaken tho hearts of the stoutest among them. There was not one who did not sink upon his knot's in heartfelt prayer when they saw the broad valley of Utah bathed in the sunlight beneath them, and learned from tho lips of their leader that this was the promised land, and that these virgin acres were to be theirs' fore ver- ms FLOWER or TTAH. "I don't know—not very long." The man's eyes were fixed upon the northern horizon. In the blue vault of the heaven there appeared three little specks which increased in size every moment, so rapidly did they approach. They speedily resolved themselves into three large brown birds, which circled over the heads of the two wanderers, and then settled upon some rocks which overlooked them. They were buzzards, the vultures of the west, whose coining is the forerunner of death. He stood on her Ramparts, brave, true and tried, Amkl the firing cannons and the ocean's flowing tide. it was a snmmer evening when he came galloping down the road and pulled up at the gate. She was at the doorway, and came down to meet him. He threw the bridle over the fence and strode up the pathway. JOBT MOULTRIE. Proud Moultrie, on Island of sand of famed "It is so," answered John Ferrier. logs of the Palmetto; Bristling guns on her breastworks now lying silent and low. Deep blue sea-winged «*mny oraft coming into port, Sailors on deck, shouting, the old Memorable Fort] It has been said there is nothing appertaining to life upon the broad plain. That is hardly true. Looking down from the Sierra Blanco, one se*s a pathway traced out across the desert, which winds away and is lost in the extreme distance. It is rutted with wheels and trodden down by the feet of many adventurers. Here and t here are scattered white objects which glisten in the sun. and stand out against the dull deposit of alkali. Approach and examine them' "In return for all this we asked but one condition; that was that you should embrace the true faith, and conform in every way to its usages. This you promised to do; and this, if common report says truly, you liavo neglected." eves. On the little plateau which crowned the barren hill there stood a Bingle giant bowlder,and against this bowlder there lay a tall man, long-bearded and hard-featured, but of an excessive thinness. His placid face and regular breathing showed that he was fast asleep. Beside him lay a little child, with her round white arms encircling his brown, sinewy neck, and her golden-haired head resting upon the breast of his velveteen tunic. Iler rosy lips were parted, showing the regular line of snow-white teeth within, and a playful smile played over her in futile features. Her plump little wmle legs, termiuating in white socks, and neat shoes with shining buckles, offered a strange contrast to the long, shriveled members of her companion. Oij the ledge of rock above this strange couple there stood three solemn buzzards, who, at the sight of the newcomers, uttered raucous screams of disappointment and flapped sullenly away. as dashing1 in, as she had done many a time before, with all the fearlessness of youth, thinking only of her tusk and how It was to bo per and "I am off, Lucy," ho said, taking her two hands In his and gazing tenderly down into her face; "I won't ask you to come with me now, but will you be ready to come when I am here again?" fi irrawl The travel-stained ad veil PALMETTO STATE. tqrers gazed after her in astonish m»!iit, and even the unemotional Indians, journeying in with their peltry, relaxed their accustomed stoicism as they marveled at the beauty of the pale-faced maidiyi. "And how have I neglected it?" asked Ferrier, throwing out his harftls in expostulation. "Have I not given to the common fund? Have I not attended at the temple? Have I not—" St. James street has 11 clubs, and elsewhere there are several more. Then there are the Zoological gardens besides, I am up here for two weeks. Victory her watch-word, heroism emblazoned on her glorious name. In the bloody battle-fields of Virginia she proudly won her fame. "Cocks and hens!"' cried the little girl, gleefully, pointing at their illomoncd forms, and clapping her hands to make them rise. "Say, did Ood make this country?" "And when will that be?" she asked, blushing and laughing. From forts and fortresses her guns were ever "A.oouple of months at the outside. I will come and claim you then, my You cannot get into the Zoological gardens all the time. They are not open day and night. I presume that the animals appear no doubt at various other places, as the music hall people do, piecing out their salaries in that way. On Sunday afternoon I went to the gardens with an idea of fooling with the blue nosed baboon of Barbary and the sacred cow of India. Surely, I said to myself, the sacred cow will receive on Sunday. So I paid 2 shillings to a cabman, whose pneumatic tire had about six inches broken out of it. Wo rode three miles, and the gatekeeper told me that I could only get in on Sunday with a ticket from a member. fired, Ontil the land re-echoed with the joy of her rirea. Tlit "Where are your wives?" asked Yonng, looking round him. "Call them In, that I may greet them." bones; some large anil coarse, others smaller and more delicate. The fC rmer have belonged to oxen, $nd the latter to men. For fifteen hundred miles one. may trace this ghastly cant- Tan route by these scattered remains of those who had fallen by the wayside."In course He did," said her companion, rather startled by this unex- She had rt'C-ched the outskirts of the city, when she found the road blocked by a great drove of cattle, driven by a half-dozen wild-looking herdsmen from pected question. beauty of the night. Adorned by Harp of age, elumlnated by circle of green light. Blaney stone, Capulets, under the banner of right, Triumphant Arch, "of Erlngo Bragh" tho "lie made the country down in Illinois, and He made the Missouri," the little girl continued. "1 guess somebody else made the country in these parts. It's not nearly so well done. They forgot the water and the trees.' "It Is true that I have not married," Ferrier answered. "But women were few, and there were many who had better claims than I. I was not a lonely man; I had my daughter to attend to my wants." mi Dre the plains. In her impatience she endeavored to pass this obstacle by pushing her horse into what appeared to be a gap. Scarcely had she got fairly Into it, however, before the beasts closed in betiind her. and she found her&lf Young speedily proved himself to bo a skillful administrator as well as a resolute chief. Maps were drawn and charts prepared, in which the future city was sketched out. Alt around farms were apportioned and allotted in proportion to the standing CDf each individual. The tradesman was put to his trade and the artisan to his calling, in the town streets and squares sprang upas if by magic. In the country there was draining and hedging, planting and clearing, until the next summer saw the whole country golden with the wheat crop. Everything prospered in the strange settlement. Above all, the great temple which they hail erected in the center of the eity grew ever taller and taller. From the first blush of dawn until the closing of the twilight, the clatter of the hammer and the rasp of the saw were never absent from the monument which the immigrants erected to llim who hail led them safe through many Grander scenery—a Palmetto's gala site. Looking down on this very scene, there stood upon the 4th of May, 1S4T, a solitary traveler. J Lis 'appearanee was such that he might have been the very genius or demon of tlie region. An observer would have found it difficult to say whether he was nearer to forty or to sixty. His face was lean and haggard, and the brown, parchment-like skin was drawn tightly over the projecting bones; his long, brown hair and beard were all flecked and dashed with white; his eyes wore sunken in his head, and burned with Ivpertal Rom, the statesman's friend a wel- "What would ye think of offering up prayer?" the man asked, diffidently. "It is of that daughter that I would speak to you," said the leader of the Mormons. "She has grown to be the flower of Utah and has found favor in the eves of many who are high in the laud." come glare. It leaves It* fragrance on the morning dew and rlde» the ocean wave. Hark! Imperial Rose, the Indian cries; it "It don't matter. It ain't quite regular, bat He won't mind that, you bet. Yon say over them ones that you used to -ay every night in the wagon when we was on the plains." It ain't night yet," she answered. completely embedded in the moving stream of fierce-eyed, long-horned bullocks. Accustomed as she was to deal with cattle, she was not alarmed at her situation, but took advantage of every opportunity to urge her horse on in the hope of pushing her way through the cavalcade.  fortunately, the horns of one of the beasts, either by accident or design, came in violent contact wtih the flank of the mustang, and excited it to mad* ness. In an instant it reared up on Its hind legs with a snort of rage, and praneed and tossed in a way that would have unseated any but a most skillful rider. The situation was full of peril. Every plunge of the excited horse brought it agaisst the horns again, and goaded it to fresh madness. It was all that the girl could do to keep herself in the saddle, yet a slip would mean a terrible death under the hoofs of the unwieldy and terrified animals. Unaccustomed to sudden emergencies, her head began to swim, and her grip upon the bridle to relax. Choked by the rising oloud of dust and by the steam from the struggling creatures, she might have abandoned her efforts in despair, but for a kindly voice at takes the lead. It1! first and last, mild and strong, oh! the luxurant weed. John Ferrier groaned internally. The cries of the foul birds awoko the two sleepers, who stared about them in bewilderment. The man staggered to his feet and looked down upon the plain which had been so desolate when sleep had overtaken him, and which was now traversed by thfs enormous body of men and of beasts. Ills face assumed an expression of incredulity as he gazed, and he passed his bony hand over his eyes. "This is what they call delirium, I guess," he muttered. The child stood beside him, holding on to the skirt of his coat, and said nothing, but looked all round lier with the wondering, questioning gaze of childhood."There are stories of her which I would fain disbelieve—stories that she is sealed to some Gentile. This must be the gossip of idle tongues. What is the thirteenth rule in the code of the sainted Joseph Smith? 'Let every maiden of the true faith marry one of the elect; for if she wed a Gentile-«he commits a grievous sin.' This being so it is impossible that you, who profess the holy creed, should suffer your daughter to violate it." I asked if a ticket would be best from one of the carnivora or a pachyderm. He then mado mo understand that I must get a ticket from a member of the society, but before I got back with one the gates had closed for the day and the animals gone to their dressing rooms. Dismal swamp, dark at night, the rattle of aw AMP FOX, MARION. "Why don't you say some yourself?" e child asked, with wondering eyes. "I din remember them," he answered, hain't said none since I was half C■ height o' that gun. I guess it's ■ver too late. You say them out, and 1 stand by and come in on the the snake's coll. Touch me not or death will ensue, on my na- tive solL Native playing squirrel, sitting on the tree's bough, Nlbling and listening to the distant Artllery's roar. HI WAS STILL SITTING WITIT IIIS EL- an unnatural luster, while tho- hand •which grasped his rifle was hardly more fleshy than that of a skeleton. As he stood, he leaned upon his weapon for support, and yet his tell figure and the massive framework of his bones BOWS ON HIS KNEES. A good friend at home sends me a New York state paper with the weekly correspondence of "Joab"from Haskineville, N. Y., and it is so different in its unfettered andcolty cussedness from the London Times that I insert it here as a good, fair sample of American correspondence from the provinces. Some may not enjoy these things, but I honestly delight in them and am now taking three Florida papers and several others published by colored fellow citizens of the south, which furnish me with more pure joy without a relapse than anything I know of. The printer is requested not to correct the spelling or grammar. OAMC COCK SUMTER. choruses." darling. There's no one who can stand between us." The battle-field and roar of the guns his delight."Then you'll need to kneel down, and me, too," she said, laying the shawl out for that purpose. "You've got to put your hands up like this. It makes you feel kind of good." He charged the Despot with fire, bravery and "And how about father?" "He has given his consent, provided we get these mines working all right. I have no fear on that head." might. On plains of carnage and blood-stained fields, His armor bright and true, the sword across Its shield. suggested a wiry and vigorous constitution. His gaunt face, however, and his clothes, which hung so baggily over his shriveled limbs, proclaimed what it was that gave him that senile and decrepit appearance. The man wa* dying—dying from hunger and from thirst. John Ferrier made no answer, but he played nervously with his riding whip. It was a strange sight, had there been anything but the buzzards to see it. Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little, prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer. Her chubby face ami his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread being with whom they were face to face, while the two voices—the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh— united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness. The prayer finished, they resumed their seat in the shadow of the bowlder until the child fell asleep, nestling upon the broad breast of her protector. He watched over her slumber for some time, but nature dangers. "Oh, well, of course, if you and father have arranged it, there's no more to be said," she whispered, with her cheek against his broad breast. "Upon this one point your whole faith shall bo tested—so it has been decided in the sacred council of four. The girl is young, and we would not have her wed gray hairs; neither would wo deprive her of all choice. We elders have many heifers [Ileber C. Kimball, in one of his sermons, alludes to his hundred wives under this endearing epithet], but our children must also be provided. Stangerson has a son, and Drebber has a son, and either of them would gladly welcome your daughter to thetr house. Lot her choose between them. Thej' are young and rich, and of the true faith. What say you to that?" Hold the fort, I am coming, a base, the rising sun. Proud Umpire winning pennent, a hit ball and BAB* BALL. The two castaways, John Ferrier and the little girl who had shared his fortunes and had been adopted as his daughter, accompanied tho Mormons to the end of their pilgrimage. Little Lucy Ferrier was borne along pleasantly enough in Elder Stangerson's wagon, a retreat which she shared with the Mormon's three wives and with his son, a headstrong, forward boy of twelve. Having rallied, with the elasticity of childhood, from tho shock caused by her mother's death, she soon became a pet with the women, and reconciled herself to this new life in her moving canvas-covered home. In the meantime, Ferrier, having recovered from his privations, distinguished himself as a useful guide and an indefatigablo hunter. So rapidly did he gain the esteem of his new companions that when they reached the end of their wanderings it was unanimously agreed that he should be provided with as large and as fertile a tract of land as any of the settlers, with the exception of Young himself, and of Stangerson, Kimball, Johnston and Drebber, who wore the four principal elders. The rescuing party were speedily able to convince the two castaways that their appearance was no delusion. One of them seized the little girl and hoisted her upon his shoulder, while two otlierB supported her gaunt companion and assisted him toward the wagons. home run; Striking bat of red, white and bluet land of liberty, Flrat, last and all the time a Charleston's viotoryl"Thank God!" he said, hoarsely, stooping and kissing her. "It is settled then. The longer I stay, tho harder it will bo to go. They are waiting for me at the canyon. Good-by, my own darling—good-by. In two months you shall see me." He had toiled painfully down the ravine and on to this little elevation, in the vain hope of seeing some signs of water. Now the great salt plain stretched before his eyes, and the distant belt of savage mountains, without a sign anywhere of plant or tree, which might indicate the presence of moisture. In all that broad landscape there was no gleam of hope. North and east and west he looked with wild questioning eyes, and then he realized that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crac. he was about to die. "Why not All aboard I Silvery gliding wheel, rolling along the way. Tinkling gong, blowing horn, a rider's pleasure of the day. "My name is John Ferrier," the wanderer exclaimed; "me and the little un are all that's left o1 twenty-one people. The rest is all dead o' thirst and hunger away down in the south." Tho item about Joe Webb is a bit ambiguous, but the vivid word painting regarding the fair will be relished even by philologists and bibliophiles, I reckon: He tore himself from her as he spoke, and, flinging himself upon his horse, galloped furiously away, never even looking round, as though afraid that hia resolution might fail him if he took one glance at what ho was leaving. She stood at the gate, gazing after him until he vanished from her sight. Then she walked back into the house, the happiest girl in all Utah. We are In it by the lake, on the park, over a city's height. Lamp of beauty at its brow, sparkling by the night. JOAB'S JOTTINGS. "Is she your child?" asked some Mr. Cal ICetcham, formerly of Rogersville. later of California, graduated at the Rogersville seminary, tlion went to war, was wounded in first Bull Run fight, taken prisoner by tho Confederates, after the war was appointed surveyor by the government. Is visiting at Rogersville.H ASKINSVILL.E, N. Y. WASHINGTON SQUARE. Flowery park of carpet of green on ancient one. "I guess she is now," the other cried, defiantly; "she's mine 'cause I saved her. No one will take her away from me. She's Lucy Ferrier from this day -p'o J CS~Di si [to be continued.] ground. Amid the green, lovely rose, pink, red and white In circle mound. By the merry bells of old St. Michael pealing forth Its melody Of joy and gladness, the Mariner's guide from the far and distant sea. Droved tCD be too strong for him. For hree flays and three nights he had Chicago Hospitality. The young lady entered a Chicago book store hesitatingly, as if she were uncertain of her location. here, as well as In a feather bed. twenty years hence," he muttered, as he seated himself in the shelter of a bowlder. allowed himself neither rest nor repose. Slowly the eyelids drooped over the tired eyes, and the head sunk lower upon the breast, until the man's on. Who are you, though?" he continued, glancing with curiosity at hip stalwart, sunburned rescuers. "There seems to be a powerful lot of ye." CHAPTER lit Our road commissioner Is doing good work on the roads. Has cleared away the debris from the front of Joab's barn. jo** rsHniEii talks with the prophet. "Can I do anything for yon, miss?" asked the polite clerk. Will the careful student please parse "Eringo" in the first line of sixth stanza and "elumlnated" in the second line of same stanza? D Before sitting down, he had deposited upon the ground his useless rifle, and also a large bundle tied up in a gray shawl, which he had carried slung over his right shoulder. It appeared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength, for, in lowering it, it came down on the ground with some little violence. Instantly there broke from the gray parcel a little moaning cry, and from it there protruded a small, scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled Three weeks had passed since Jefferson Hope and his comrades had departed from Salt Lake City. John Ferrier'a heart was sore within him when he thought of the young man's return, and of the impending loss of his adopted child. Yet her bright and happy face reconciled him to the arrangement more than any argument could have done. He had always determined, deep down In his resolute heart, that nothing would ever induee him to allow his daughter to wed a Mormon. Such a marriage he regarded as no marriage at all, but as a shame and n disgrace. Whatever he might think ol the Mormon doctrines, upon that one point he was inflexible. He had to seal his mouth on the subject, however, for to express an orthodox opinion was a dangerous matter in those days in Land of the Saints. Born to Mr. and Mrs. A1 Coddlngton, a man baby. I understand Dr. E. Winne says it is 5 feet and 9 Inches tall. That is the report and no joking, editor. grizzled beard was mixed with the golden tresses of his companion, and both slept tho same deep and dreamless slumber. "Nigh upon ten thousand," said one of the young men. "We are the persecuted children of God—the chosen of the angel Merona." m "Yes. I want yon to send four or five dozen books to our house on Prairie avenue. Hero's the address. Send the bill with the books." Walter Collins of Is attending collego at Keuka lake. The 7th of next month la his birthday, when he will be at home and have a breakdown birthday party. The offer of the agency of the forthcoming book is highly appreciated, but I have already made an arrangement for the winter which will keep me indoors most of the time. I have the portfolio of second cook in a logging camp tendered me—almost, as yon may say, thrust at me, for I did not seek it in Any way— and I would rather be near a warm stove and a pan of hot doughnuts than out in the biting blast selling a book which deals largely with the Romans of Rome. Had the wanderer remained awake for another half-hour a strange sight would have met his eyes. Far away ' A "What books do you wish, miss?" inquired the clerk. "I never heard tell on him," said the wanderer. "He appears to have chosen ;i fair crowd of ye." 7 Willie Collins keeps right on sparking aa though nothing had happened. Grasshoppers, drouth, hailstorms, have nothing to do with It. On the farm thus acquired John Ferrier built himself a substantial log house, which received so many additions in succeeding years that it grew into a roomy villa. He was a man of a practical turn of mind, keen in his dealings and skillful with his hands, liis iron constitution enabled him to work morniup and evening at improving1 and tilling liis lands. Hence it came about that liis farm and all that belonged to him prospered exceedingly. In three years he was better off than his neighbors, in six lie was well to do, in nine he was rich, and in twelve there were not half adozen men in the whole of Salt Lake ('it "Oh, any will do, so long as there's enough of thein. I'm going to have a girl from Boston visit me, and I want to make her feel at home."—Detroit Free Press. "Do not jest at that which issaered," ■-aid tin; other, sternly. "We arc of those who believe in those sacred writings, drawn in letters on plates of beaten tfold, which were handed unto the holy Joseph Smith at I'almyra. We have come from Nauvoo, in the state of Illinois, where we had founded our temple. We have come to seek a refuse from the violent man and from the godless, even though it he the heart of the desert." Vt Joe Webb went out t« shoot a wood chuck. They were both killed by the one shot, the result was a chicken pie. "I AM OFF, LUCY," UK BAJB. -jp # The fare at Naples was a big thing. There were on exhibition 9 cows, an old sow and 7 pigs, 15(1 or 40 sheep around in the swamp, one span of mules, one old breeding mkre with her colt, one yoke of stags hitched to a bobsled. The fair ground is on low ground, there are some ditches around the track to carry off surface water down, about midway of the tracn was a few scats. Across the track was an old bulk head out of some sawmill or some oil derrick which was called tl*j Judge's stand. Proximity to that was an old sawmill saw elevated and a ladder close at hand with an old stove poker hanging which was used for a bell. The Soldiers' Home Hand occupied those seats when the signal was given for music the man on the derrick would grab the poker and whang the old saw, at which time they would call for the nm-ic. Some times 80 or 40 would come in from fisliingand hunting woodchueka. There were three horses on the track, their time at follows: First 4:1:0; next 4:4t»; third 5:14. Puree for first horse second, $2.00; third $1.60. There was a Stragten horse come onto the ground after noon. He won a sock of buckwheat flour. His tirno wos3:70. Major Crosby was present figuring on the water works. Re- her elbow which assured her of assistance. At the same moment a sinewy hrown hand caught the frightened horse by the curb, and, forcing a way through the drove, soon brought her to the outskirts. I "You've hurt me!" said a childish ▼oifle, reproachfully. dimpled fists. "Where in blazes is my meerschaum pipe?" asked Mr. Meanwell, prowling around his library angrily. It Wao Colored nt I»«st. By this same mail I received, too, a paper from Indiana at the hand of a Hoosier friend, with the following marked notice of "Estrav:" t "Have I though?" the mm answered, penitently; "I didn't go for to do it." An he spoke he unwrapped the {fray shawl and extricated a pretty little «rirl of about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock, ;with its little linen apron, all lDcs]Doke a mother's care. The child was pale and wan, but licr healthy arms and legs showed that she ha/1 suffered less than her companion. "You're not hurt, I hope, miss," said her preserver respectfully. "Hero it in, dear," replied Mrs. Moanwell, ottering him a dark colored object. "Yon know I knew how long you'd been trying to color it and how anxious yon were about it, and so today I went to work and painted it beautifully with oils and a little gilding. I knew you'd be glad!''—Chicago Record. She looked up at his dark, fierce face, and laughed saucily. "I'm awful frightened," she said naively; "whoever would have thoughtthat I'oncho would have been so scared by a lot of cows?" Lost or Eotra yxd.—Krom the subscriber a young cow, having came in lost July for the 1st time. She is small and of a Dunn Coler. She is a Poor man's cow, with burdocks in her tail when last seen. She answers to tho name oft Sukie and god will doubtless reward the Man that fetches her back and no questions ast. So no moar at present The name of Nuuroo evidently re Yes, a dangerous matter—so dangerous that even the most saintly dared only whisper their religious opinions with bated breath, lest something which fell from their lips might lie misconstrued, and bring down a swift retribution upon them. The victims of persecution had now turned persecutors on their own account, and persecutors of the most terrible description. Not the Inquisition of Seville, nor the German Vehmgericht, nor the secret societies of Italy, were ever able to put a more formidable machinery in motion than that which cast a cloud over the territory of Utah. called recollections to John Fcrrier. "I see," he said; "you are the Mor- mons." could compare with liiin. From the great inland sea to the distant Wallaatch mountains there was no name better known than that of John For who Tlir, ClliUI FKrx Asr,KEP NKSTLIKS C/N THK IIKOAT) I1KKAST OK HKK l'KOTEC.'TOR "We are the Mormons," answered hia companions with one voice. "Thank (iod you kept your seat," the other said earnestly. lie was a tall, savage-looking' young fellow, mounted on a powerful roan horse, and clad in the ronph dress of a hunter, with a long riile slung over his shoulders. "I guess you are the daughter of John Ferrier," lie remarked. "I saw you rule down from his house. When you llfr riacr, Napoleon Bkazelv Residing on tho Terry Hutt Rode. "How is it now?" ly; answered, anr lonsly, for she was still rabbin# the towsy golden curls which covered tlx back of her head. on the C I retne vcrw of tlm iilUiili up a little upray CDf at first, ami hardly to K'C1 from the mists of the "Aiul where are you going?" "We do not know. The hand of God is leading us under the person of our prophet. You must come before hiin. He shall say what is to be dono with you." Nervous Old Lady (in saloon of steamer—Oh, steward, where do I sleep? Steward—What is the number of your berth, ma'am? I am thinking some of coming home in a few weeks. I will be easily recognized. I have changed very little as regards pronunciation, and my new, easy fitting clothes, made here, do not conceal the fact that with all my refinement and rotundity I am still very truly yours, rier. 'mere was one way, and only one. in which he offended the susceptibilities of his coreligionists. No argument or persuasion could ever Induce him to set up a female establishment after the manner of liis companions. Ho never pave reasons for this-persistent refusal, but contented himself by resolutely adhering to his determination. "Kiss it and make it well," she said, •with perf®«t gravity, shoving the injured part up to him. "That's what mother used to do. Where's mother?" "Mother's gone. I guess you'll sec her before long." but growing1 •1 bro:uler until it formed 11 i-flefin«*Cl This cloud Nervous Old Lady—I don't see what that has to do with it, but if you must know it is the third—there were a sister and brother lDorn before me.—Vogue. They had reached the base of the hill by this time, and were surrounded by crowds of the pilgrims -pale-faced, meek-looking women, strong, laughing' children, and anxious, earnest-eyed meq. Many were the ories of astonishment and of commiseration which arose from them when they perceived the youth of one of the strangers and tho destitution of tho other. Their escort did not halt, however, but pushed on, followed by a great crowd of Mormons, until they reached a wagon which was conspicuous 'for 'its great size, and for the gaudlness and smartness of its appearance. Six horses were yoked to it, whereas tho others were furnished with two, or, at most, four apiece. Beside the driver there sat a apectfully. JOAB. I to increase in size until it see him, ask him if he remembers the Jefferson Hopes, of St. Louis. If he's tlnD same Ferrier, my father and he were pretty thick." The following communication and poem I find in my mail this morning. 1 take great pleasure in putting the poem and letter in these columns, for they both breathe a spirit of unshackled afflatus that is all too rare in this age of conventionality. It comes to mo here in tho old world as a breath of new mown hay ami wild thyme might kiss tho cheek of a worn and cynical statesman whose boyhood was in the meadows of tho faraway country and who bathed his feet in the dew that hung upon tho slender blades of the blnn grass and wallowed in the warm ami fragrant hay. it that it could only 1D« Wm. Pauncefote-N ye. li- cd liy a great multitude of moving reatur'-s. In more fertile spots the bservor would have come to the con- I usion that one of those great herds f bisons which graze upon the prairie A Horrid I*rnctlce, Truly P. S.—"Merrily Yours" is here. He wears a boutonniere composed of a cloth of gold rose and a maidenhair fern; also some jonquils. • Other leading Americans who took care of the children while their wives went to the World's fair are here now on what was left "Gone, eh!" said the little fs'irl S'Funny, she didn't say jfood-lDj 'most always did if she was just over to auntie's for tea, and now been away for three days. awful dry, ain't it? Ain't I water nor nothing to eat?" ' "No, there ain't nothing1, You'll just need to he patient and then you'll be all rijjht. I'ut head up ine like that, ami tl you'll feel better. It ain't easy to tnl when your lips is like Leather, but I There were some who accused him of •"'Hadn't you better como and ask yourself?" she asked, demurely. Its Invisibility, and the mystery which was attached to it, made this organization doubly terrible. It appeared to be omniscient and omnipotent, and yet was neither seen nor heard. The man who held out against the church vanished away, and nono knew whither he had pone or what had befallen him. I lis wife and children awaited him at home, but no father ever returned to tell them how lie had fared at the hands of his secret judges. A rash word or a hasty act was followed by annihilation, and yet none "Isn't it horrid," asked Miss Swyftly of her friend—"isn't it horrid that men will put those nasty old pipes into their mouths?" slie lukewarmncss in his adopted religion, and others who put it down to greed of wealth and reluctance to incur expense. Others, apain, spoke of some early love affair, and of a fair haired pirl who had pined away on the shores of the Atlantic. Whatever the reason, Ferrier remained strictly celibate. In oiii The young fellow seemed pleased at ;iml v approaching liim. This was •tividiisly impossible iu those arid ivilds. whirl of dust drew ii' ;ii-cr to the solitary lilutTupon which the two ca -taways were reposing, the ;ahvas-eovered tilts of wagons and the titrnres of armed horsemen lDo(ran to the snggestion, and his dark eyes sparkled with pleasure. "I'll do so," lie said; "we've been in the mountains for two months, and are not over and above in visiting condition. lie must take us as he finds us." "Yes," said her friend emphatically as she stooped and tenderly kissed the black face of her pet pug—"yes, indued it is." —Chicago Tribune. then dear E. W. N, aw hi] Taking No Chftiite*. "What ye lookin fur?" asked Plodding Pete. Nut a Specialist. v up thriMiLrh the haze, and the every other respect he conformed ti the religion of the young settlement and gained the name of beinp an or "Me lias a pood deal to thank you for, and so have I," she answered; "he's awful fond of mc. If those cows had jumped on mo he'd have never got "Was it a specialist you went to to havo your lungs examined?" "I don't think so. lie couldn't find anything wrong with them."—Life. "Work," replied Meandering Mike. "What fur?" "So's I kin see it fust and dodger- Washington Star. ppar Dn ri-vealed itself as lD»-jnK a caravan upon its journey for the west. Jtut what acaravanl When the Carping critics may say that the author's meaning is not always clear, but the same thing has been said of Judge g-ueas, I'd best let you know how th OftrdH lie. What'a that vou've irot?-'. thodox and straipht-walkinp man Lucy Ferrier grew up within the lo: over it."