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at the same time almost dreading to hear from her lest he should hear she was the happy wife of some fortunate man and lost to him forever. Aina was a most fascinating girl and it was only reasonable to suppose she would have many offers of marriage.

course of his whole life. In about three weeks after Harry's return to W. the Elders called, held meeting in the evening and the next morning attended to the ordinance of baptism. Harry was the first to enter the water. He had made up his mind to be baptized and live his religion to the best of his ability in England, but could never think of going to Salt Lake as there he would most likely be thrown into the society of Aina, and as she was undoubtedly married and happy in a little home of her own before this, he felt he could never endure being in her company and seeing her happy in the love of another. But as month after month passed by the desire to

These were some of the thoughts passing through his mind as he walked up Main Street keeping a sharp lookout for the Mormon Elders. He had not walked far when he met them returning with their morning's mail; they stopped, bade him a pleasant good morning, and after a few minutes conversation kindly invited him to accompany them to the friend's house where they were staying and spend the day with them. The invitation | gather with the Saints was increasing he gladly accepted and as soon as he could do so without seeming too abrupt inquired if they were from Utah, which they answered in the affirmative, but as neither of their homes was in Salt Lake City they could give him no information concerning his friends. The day was spent very agreeably to all and the evening found him once more seated in the hall listening to the Elders bearing their testimonies to the people that God had once more established His Church upon the earth.

daily. He was also advised by the Elders to emigrate to Zion where he could be more fully taught in the principles of the gospel. So it came about that nine months after his baptism and after much serious reflection upon the subject, he made up his mind to go to Utah and open business in one of the smaller towns in the northern part of the Territory. He was not long in arranging his affairs and was soon on his way to Zion to mingle himself with the people whom he had so cruelly censured Aina for wishing to associate with. How bitterly he now reproached himself for having been so hasty in his judgment against her! If he had only listened to her pleadings and at least investigated the religion she held so dear he felt they would never have been so cruelly separated. On the evening of the third day But knowing as he now did it was he Harry expressed a willingness to be instead of Aina who had caused the baptized, but as the Elders were soon trouble, he felt to take up his burden to visit W. thought it would be best to of life and bear it as best he could wait until then before taking the im without murmuring. Arriving in portant step that would change the | Ogden he was much pleased with his

Harry was beginning to feel a deeper interest in this people and their religion than he was willing to admit even to himself. After the close of the second meeting he left his address with the Elders and asked them to call on him the following day, which they were only too pleased to do.

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surroundings, and after looking around for a few days and enquiring into the business resources of the town, he concluded to make his home in that place. Everything went along smoothly through the summer, business good and he very much enjoyed the meetings and the society of the people. At length October was at hand and everyone was talking of the general conference and fair soon to be held. As Harry had not yet visited Salt Lake City, he thought this would be a fit opportunity for so doing; he was also desirous of listening to the teachings and instructions that would be given at the meetings. Saturday morning the second day of conference found him on his way to Salt Lake. Arriving at the depot he found he was too late for the forenoon meeting, so concluded to spend his time until noon in sight-seeing, after securing a room at one of the hotels. But to his dismay after trying at one hotel after another found that they were all crowded so it would be impossible for him to obtain accommodations at any of them. While thinking seriously on the matter and wondering if he would be obliged to return home that evening, he met the Bishop of his ward on the street to whom he at once told his troubles. To his satisfaction the good Bishop informed him arrangements had been made to accommodate all who were unable to secure lodgings at the hotels. Before the close of the afternoon meeting a notice to this effect was given out and Harry at once made his way to the west gate where the committee who had been appointed to look after this matter were posted. On inquiry he was informed there were a number of names yet remaining who were willing to entertain their

friends from the country. After looking over the list the gentleman in charge exclaimed, "Why here is Brother Brown's name we have overlooked; we must send some one to him. Here, Brother Lawrence, that is just the place for you, you will be well entertained there. Brother S, write out the directions so he will have no trouble in finding the place." While Brother S. was doing as requested someone standing by quietly remarked, "There he goes now." "Here Brother Brown we have a gentleman here we are going to trust to you to entertain for a few days." "Very well, Sister Brown and I are always pleased to have our friends come and see us." After a pleasant walk of several blocks Brother Brown stopped before a plain but neat and cozy-looking house and said, "Here is the place; now you must walk right in and make yourself perfectly at home. Here take this easy chair by the open window and entertain yourself as best you can for a few minutes while I step out into the kitchen and start a fire. Sister Brown will soon be home, she was going to stop on the way to see a sick sister."

After thanking the kind Brother for being so thoughtful in looking after his wants, Harry took up a book lying on a table near by and was soon interested in its contents, when all of a sudden he was startled by a sound that sent the blood rushing to his brain. Could it be possible that was Aina Arnold's voice he heard in an adjoining room? No, it must be only imagination, again it comes as clear and sweet as ever. Harry instinctively rises to his feet, but his brain reels and he feels as if he would sink to the floor-can it be his lost Aina is found at last; but suddenly a sharp pain darts through his heart as the thought occurs to him. "She is found but lost to me forever; she must be the wife of the kind. Brother Brown who has been so obliging to me." While these thoughts are rushing like wildfire through his brain, he stands gazing at the opposite wall and turns to the door just as a young girlish figure is about to enter the room. She stops suddenly and stands as if transformed to a marble statue with her eyes riveted upon the figure before her. He is the first to recover himself and instinctively starts towards her as the one word "Harry" bursts from her lips.

"Aina, my dear - forgive me-I beg your pardon, I suppose I have the honor of addressing Mrs. Brown."

"No, you are mistaken, I am still Aina Arnold; but tell me what brought you here?"

"First let me ask you one more question, then I will explain all. You say you are still unmarried, are you free from all engagements that would prevent you from now becoming my wife if you so desired?"

"Yes, Harry, I am as free as the day I left England."

"Then Aina," as he lovingly clasped both her trembling hands in his, "I am come to claim you as my own little wife after three long years of bitter separation."

Just at this moment Aina's mother entered the room and was as much surprised as her daughter had been at the scene she witnessed. Mutual explanations followed, and Harry learned to his satisfaction that it was the mother instead of the daughter who was the wife of the good Brother Brown.

That evening after supper Brother

Brown informed Harry that he and Sister Brown were going to attend meeting in the Assembly Hall and kindly invited him to accompany them; but after consulting with Aina he decided to remain with her and spend the evening in talking over old times and in laying plans for the future.

KISS YOUR CHILDREN.

BELLE.

OUR children not only need loving,
But need demonstrations of love,
They want us each day and each hour,
In words, our deep loving to prove.

One day at the glass I stood shaving,
Well lathered o'er throat, cheek and chin,
In one hand I held a sharp razor,
All ready my task to begin.

Our baby, a child of two summers,
With eyes full of questioning, said
"Why, papa, what eve' you doing
Putting soap suds all ove' you head?"

"I'm shaving," I answered her briefly,
And then I went on with my task.
"And what are you shaving for, papa?"
I next heard the little one ask.

I laughed, but the darling persisted,
Kept repeating the question to me.
"To make my face smooth, little lady,
And then you can kiss me, you see.

She smiled, with the smile of an angel,
And raising herself on her toes,
She kissed me on lips, cheek and eyelids
And whispered, "I love you, I does."

And then she drew back, sweetly smiling,
And said with a child's guileless grace,
"And my face is smoove, too, papa,
Now why doesn't you kiss my face?"

And then how I kissed her, the darling!
And held her so close to my breast!
Ah, now up in heaven she's dwelling;
No more with her kisses I'm blest.

Yes, our children not only need loving,
But need demonstrations of love;
Then let us each day and each hour
By actions, our deep loving prove.
Adapted from the Juvenile Instructor.

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THE WESTERN BOOM.

[CONTINUED FROM PAGE 357.]

on his proof, or by G- we'll tar and feather them."

Dager Blank picked up the note that lay on the table, the note torn, and thrown down by the young missionary before he began to talk; but before he could read it, the lean

T was still the spirit of hatred which Mr. Lawson felt toward Dager Blank that prompted him, for he did not care whether either, neither, or both of them spoke. But he saw that Dager had undertaken to champion | tramp, trembling in every limb, drew

the strangers, therefore he espoused the cause of Mr. Blackwell, and became a willing tool in the hands of Satan.

"We'll take a vote," said Mr. Lawson in an ostentatious tone, "whether the people present wish to hear any more from these men."

The vote was put, and the assembly, nearly all men by this time, again declared they would hear the Mor

mons.

Mr. Wall thanked the people, and while evidence of agitation appeared upon his face, he said strongly, "I, too, have a story to tell," and he told with simple directness the story the reader has already heard from Mary Gray.

"This woman, this Mary Baldwin, was my mother; my sister is either dead or hopelessly lost, and I solemnly believe that man," and he pointed to Mr. Blackwell, "is my father."

There was a profound sensation, and although Mr. Blackwell denounced the assertion as a lie, nature had stamped it true.

Mary Gray could hardly restrain herself from making her identity known to her brother, until she happened to think that to do so she must also make known her identity to a very unwelcome father.

"I believe it is a lie," said Lawson, though he did not. "Let the fellow who has slandered a citizen bring

up his immense height in front of the platform, and lifting a long, thin arm, with the index finger pointing to Mr. Lawson, he said, "I am his witness; the story this young man has told is entirely true. That man," indicating Blackwell, "is one of the most cruel, false and dastardly husbands that ever lived."

With a howl of rage Blackwell would have thrown himself upon the weak old man, but Dager Blank, with drawn pistol, sprang in front of him, and said, "Only over my dead body!" Lawson at the same time drew his pistol and a tragedy was imminent.

The people not much interested poured out of the building, but Mary Gray and Mrs. Lawson sat like stone images, unable to move or speak.

Just at that critical moment a terrible cry resounded through the streets, it chilled the heart of the strongest listener. The combatants dropped their weapons and with one impulse rushed to the door.

Fire! Fire!! Fire!!! Bells were rung, the streets filled as if by magic with hurrying, surging crowds of breathless men and pallid, terrorstricken women.

Fire! Fire!! Fire!!! There was rattling of wagons and hoarse cries of men and trampling of many feet.

The two grief-stricken women found themselves alone with the two Mormon Elders, and with an almost incoherent explanation, a hurried greeting be

tween Mrs. Lawson and her brother, the two ladies found themselves clinging each to the arm of a brother, and hurrying with the swarming crowd toward where a lurid glare against the sky marked the scene of conflagration. Mrs. Lawson was so absorbed in what had been passing before her, that the possibility of it being her home, had never crossed her mind. Indeed, she was still so bewildered, so horrified and indignant at the conduct of her husband, that they were before the burning building before she became aware that it was Rose Cottage that was in flames.

The engines were playing upon the fire which had started at the back of the building, and a great quantity of household stuff was piled in the street, for it was evident that the building could not be saved.

Mr. Lawson was raving up and down, swearing and bewailing his luck; and Dager Blank stood a short distance from the crowd, with folded arms, thinking a little cynically that Lawson would have a fine pile of "ashes to move" when the fire was over, and at his side was the lean tramp. The other tramps all seemed to be present, and they viewed Lawson's distress with indifference, and to his frantic appeals for aid returned him the language he had used to them when they had sued to him.

Then it was that Lawson had cause to remember, that men are all one common flesh, and none are exempt from its ills, or independent of their fellows.

Inez came screaming from somewhere, when the red light shown upon the face of her mistress, so white and drawn that it looked like death. She was screaming as only a Spanish

woman knows how to scream. Tearing her hair and talking Spanish she came running across the open space toward her mistress.

The sight of her seemed to waken Mrs. Lawson from a state akin to a trance, she started toward the girl and said: "Inez, where is my baby."

The girl turned fairly green, put up her hands as if to ward off a blow, and muttered with stiff lips, "In the cradle, in the nursery."

A cry terrible in its anguish and despair, rising above the roar of the flames, more piercing than the thunder of voices pierced the night air, "My baby is in that house. My baby. Oh, my baby!"

Mrs. Lawson would have plunged headlong into the building if hands kindly cruel had not restrained her, and unconsciousness mercifully came to her relief.

As soon as Mr. Lawson could be made to understand that the child he nearly worshiped was in the building, he dashed in at the front door without a moment's hesitation, while close at his heels was the lean tramp. With all his faults Mr. Lawson loved his child with a pure and unselfish tenderness. His own life was worth nothing to him in comparison with the life of that little babe.

Who can do more than give his life for a fellow being? And is it less noble, less heroic, if the life springs from our own for which the sacrifice is made?

The new tragedy was in some manner communicated to the crowd. It groaned in deepest sympathy as it swayed this way and that, like stormtossed ocean billows, and held its breath in intense emotion, as it waited for the reappearance of the two men

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