Morning journal and courier., 1881-07-20
Price Four Cents.
The Doctors Story.
The End of a Long Life.
Lonesome Lake Paper by William c. Prime.

Lonesome Lake Paper by William C. Prime.I The doctor-my friend of old days whom you remember, or ought to remember-has been telling a story this evening, and now that he is sleeping the sleep of the just and unjust alike-for all sleep well here-I write it out, trying to preserve his way of telling it.
 Ninety seven years! She had lived as long as that and she did not want to live any longer. For the matter of that she had been
 ready to emigrate for twenty or thirty years
 past, and several times during these years she
 had arranged to go, and thought she was go-
 ing, but did not.
 The world is pleasant country to live in.
 but one may have too much of it. It does
 not seem to youngster at all possible that
 one can get tired of the labor of living. It
 looks very different to those who have en-
 joyed life for seventy years or so, and hav-
 ing endured life for a score of years more,
 with expectations and longings always fixed
 on another life in another country, have got
 ten to look with impatience on the monoto-
 nous recurrence of earthly seasons. To some
 such, do not say all, but to some such old
 people, the future looks bright only beyond the river, and they regret the necessity of
 living more than that of dying. y-
 Ninety seven springs and summers must
 have made her familiar with them, and no
 wonder she was tired of their coming. Nine-
 ty-seven ripe autumns and white winters were
 surely enough for anyone
 No one else wanted her to ga. She had al-
 ways been cheery and lovely and loved, and
 young and old were fond of her. Latterly
 she had seldom gone away from home, and
 for nearly year she had passed most of her
 time in two rooms of the old cottage home
 The one was the family sitting room the other her bedroom, which opened out from it. There was door opening directly from the sitting room out to the stone step in front of the house and a grassy lawn shaded by great naples. She liked to sit in the door in the sunshine, and in the hottest weather she preferred the direct rays of the sun to the cooler shade of the trees
 She was sitting just there in the morning of one of the warm days of May. She had been very silent that morning. at least so her grandson told me afterward, but it may have been only an imagination. She was never talkative and unlike some old persons she was wont to listen and smile her reply in stead of speaking. So when a child of three years old, playing on the grass before the door, looked up into her face and holding up a large dandelion asked her some question she only smiled and said nothing. Then the child repeated her question in a child's dicta- torial way, and now the smile was very sweet that stole over the thin white features, and at the same time far away gaze was seen in her eyes. I say twas seen" for her grand son, man of forty, coming in at the gate just then. WAS so struck by that gaze that he turned around and looked down the valley road, thinking she saw persons coming and was trying to recognize them at a distance.
 ''There is no one on the road that I can see, grandmother" he said, and passed around the house.
 But there was some one on the road up which she was looking.
 Not to eyes purely human is it given to see those who travel that road but many times the aged, sometimes the young, are permit ted for while before the silver chord is quite loosened to look with superhuman vision along the road which angels and spirits of the just use in going to and fro between this and the more beautiful country. How many of the holy ones she saw no one knows, but that she saw two at least cannot be doubtful. For just now her granddaughter approached her chair and heard her voice. She was murmuring to herself, and over and over again, smiling all the time, she was saying, Joshua, Joshua, Susy, Susy."
 Not far away from the farm there is an old graveyard, in which IS a brown stone with two half circle elevations on the top, and that one stone tells of the death of Joshua and Susan, twin children, in the year 1787. They were her brother and sister, little older than she. When she was three years old they died at six. It is not likely that on this earth there was any other human being remaining whom those children had known and loved, or who had known and loved them. How they waited these almost hun dred years for the coming of their baby sis ter {? As they waited and watched did she, seem to them from year to year to grow N older and less fair and b autiful than they had left her in the freshness of infancy? Were they ever weary of waiting? Do they keep count of days and years in the country whose light is perpetual and unchanging Was she always a child to them grown strong @f Dor
 Doubtless she, who alone of all the living could have memory of those names thus coupled together in tones of affection, saw them on the road along which he mysteri- ous vision was directed. After that she seemed to see no earthly scenes, and when they carried her out of the sunshine the smile did not leave her face, or if for brief time it was not there, it came again with great beauty. She did not speak again. All that day she lay calm and quiet, and her company was evidently of the other sort of people, of whom we, so long as we are wholly human, know little, and can imagine little. The even ing drew on. They sat around her bed, looking at the pale thin features lighted up with that smile. The birds sang in the ma ples until the long musical note of the white throat sparrow alone was heard III the twilight Then over on the hill side whippoorwills called mournfully to one another the night went along. AL nllOulBnI A0E hHO StSA pyman, arrived from his distant home. He looked for little while at her beautiful face 5poke but received no reply, then knelt by the bed and repeated the words of the Lords prayer He did not use the form or the new re eyisiou, but the old phrases with which for niuety-fye years she had been familiar. AS the sound reached her ears-that sound which seemed to be the language of the other couu- ,rv which Joshua and Susy understood and n which they ioi ned-her lips moved as if ,vllabling the words but no sound came from hem
 uo you doubt the possibility of those long departed ones praying with her? l don't ,now and don't care to know when the idea originated in some mems minds that the dead Ire past praying and past praying for. It has 10 sanction in reason or in holy writ. It is m invention of the devil, put into mems minds to separate us from our beloved ones md make us forget them. Wherever they ire. they have need of God, and that means hat they can pray, and that we can pray with them She had said the dear old pray 1T with them every night from the days when he first lisped it, not stopping to think whether it suited their case or not, only moving that she and they were of one amily.
 Toward morning there was asudden change n her face. Then the clergyman knelt again md prayed: We humbIy commend the ,oul of this thy servant, our mother, into thy hands as into the hands of a faithful Creator md most merciful Saviour, most humbly be- ;eeching thee that it may be precious in thy tight Wash it, we pray thee, in the blood ,f that immaculate Lamb that was slain to ake away the sins of the world, that whatso- ,ver deflement it may have contracted in the midst of this miserable and naughty world through the lusts of the flesh or the wiles of Satan, being purged and done away, it may oe presented pure and without spot before Chee.'
 The sun was lighting the fringe of trees on he eastern hills as the words of the prayer which have accompanied so many passing ;ouls were heard by the living who knelt lround the bed, but before it ceased she had zone beyond the hills, to the country where here is no need of sun, where all are as lit- .le children.
 How Mormon Women Look.
 [Salt Lake Letter.
 Of all the heill-conditioned, God forsaken hap less looking people ever saw, the women here beat them all. Yesterday was supply