Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-05-14

30 THEY RODE ON IN SILENCE.
he was ready to obey the injunction. But
wouldn't they need some one else to
help them Could not Orson Beam be
again brought into service? Nothing bound
the young brethren so closely to the church
as q little blood-letting in its defense.
No, the human raven had croaked in the
darkness, Brother Beam had been sent upon
a mission, and had already started, taking
his mother with him. No, they had better
attend to it themselves and keep it quiet
Very well, the little zealot had answered,
when should they do It'll When the girl
went to Shoots, the raven had said, as Of
course she would, or when she came back,
though it ought to be at nigS and soon, for
they might leave the Territory, though Of
course the girl owned half interest in the
little farm and might not go until that was
disposed Of.
How about the young hound Of Satan,
was he to be allowed to escape what was
due hint the little zealot had inquired.
Well, about the worst thing that could
happen to him, the raven had surmised,
would be the loss Of the girl. But Brigham
was interestedin the young liar, and would
see to him, both on account Of the insult
given himself and the further temerity Of
running mines in the Territory. Few
things rolled the head of the church like
this latter item, 1t was bound to bring in
Yankee immigration, and that must be kept
back at any cost. Smoot had promised to
report to Brigham, and the little zealot need
not fret, the BANKED young whelp would
be sent to q warm climate flying across
lots. Which pleasant information seemed
very satisfactory to the zealot, and, after
some farther conjectural conversation
touching the mystery of Arsen's absence,
the two protested followers Of Saviour
who knew no virtue so great as love and
tolerance, melted away in the darkness.
But the object Of their malice went UNI
disturbed through the canyons, on around
Eagle mountain, and down through the long
gorges into the green basin Of the Great
Salt Lake. The Bishop saw her ride away
dropping with sorrow, but his heart went
untouched OF pity or relenting. She had
fouted the filthiness Of his life in his face,
had spurned him, Hyrum Farley, Bishop of
Mooseneck Stake, and the king Of place and
privilege in this mountain valley! She
would find out presently who he wasi No
fne-faced scoffer from ''down east' should
come into his dominion, either, and carry
of the choicest flower Of its womsnhoodl
He, Bishop Farley, years before had singled
out this opening blossom for his own, and it
should be defaced and destroyed ere an
other should pluck it from beneath his very
handl and settling back in his chair in the
Tithing Office, after Trean had gone by, he
looked more than ever like q repulsive
toad.
A half hour after they had gone by he
mounted his horse and set out upon the
road they had taken, but at the mouth Of
Eagle canyon he turned and came back; it
would not do to carry his design into effect
while the sun shone, even on these mountain
roads besides, Mrs. Smoot was with her.
No, he would wait o time and place OF
smaller risk. The next day, however, he
went to the city and had an interview with
the Prophet, but kept silent as to his inten-
tons. That evening he met Elder Smoot
upon the street, and casually inquired as to
the future Of the lately orphaned daughter
of his Stake. He was told that possibly she
would return to Mooseneck in q day or. two
to care for their effects, and that probably
she would then come to live In the city. It
might be, however, that her relations with
this young disturber from the East would
take her out Of the Territory if something
were not done. But the President had
promised to send Rockwell and his secret
service up to his mines some night soon and
dispose Of the young upstart, which would
doubtless keep the young lady in her place.
Then Farley had gone on his way tighten
ing his thick tobacco stained lips and puck
ering his narrow brow. Yes, let. the
Prophet remove the young man, but he
would see that his holiness didn't get pos
session Of the blossom the slain man had
hoped to wear upon his hearth The follow
ing morning he returned to Mooseneck, and,
like spider bloated with venom, set him
self to watch for his victim.
The same day, in the afternoon, Paul
Elchard rode down through Emigration
canyon into Salt Lake City, and just before
sunset, having procured another saddle
horse, came by the residence Of Elder
A.