The Press., 1892-10-20
shines through into his life enters with out question into the inner circles of the

shines through into his life enters with. out question into the inner circles of the order.
 John Brent and 1, not to be deemed intruders, were walking away from the neat wagon at the upper end of the Nor mon camp, when all oldish man beside the wagon gave us Good evening"
 .Good evening, gentlemen" said the wan, gray haired, shadowy man before us.
 And that was all. It was enough. We knew each other; we him and he us. Men of the same order, and so brothers and friends.
 Here was improbability that made in- terest al. once. Greater to us than to him. We were not out of place. He was, and in the wrong company.
 Brent and looked at each other. We had half divined our new brothers char acter at the first glance.
 I will not now anticipate the unfin- ished, melancholy story we read in this new face. An Englishman, an unmis- takable gentleman, and in a Norman camp = there was tragedy enough. Enough to whisper us both to depart, and not grieve ourselves with vain pity; enough to imperatively command us to stay and see whether we, as true knights, foes of wrong, succorers of feebleness, had any business here. The same in- stinct that revealed to us one of our or der where he ought not to be, warned us that he might have claims on us and we duties toward him.
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 We were about to continue the con- versation, when he opened fresh page of the tragedy. He called, in voice too sad to be querule us-a fickering voice, never to be fed vigorous again by any lusty hope:
 "Ellen! Ellenv'
 "What, father dear?'
 s'The water boils. Please bring the tea, my child"
 "Yes, father dear" The answers came from within the wagon. It was a sad, sweet voice that answer ed the old gentleman's call. A lady's voice-the voice of 8 high bred woman, delicate, distinct, self possessed. That sound itself was tragedy in such a spot. In an instant the lady so sweetly her aided stepped from beneath the hood of the wagon, and sprang to the ground in more busy and cheerful guise than her voice had promised. Again the same subtle magnetism be- tween her and us. We could not have been more convinced of her right to ab- solute respect and consideration if she had entered to us in the dusky light of a rich drawing room, or if we had been presented in due form at 8 picnic of the grandest world, with far other scenery 1 than this of "desart idle," tenanted for the moment by Mormon caravan. The lady, like her father, felt that we were gentlemen, and therefore would compre- hend her. She saiuted us quietly. There 1 was in her manner 8 tacit and involun- | tary protest against circumstances, just enough for dignity. A vulgar woman would have snatched up and put on clumsily a have-seen-better-day air. This lady knew herself, and knew that she could not be mistaken for other than she was. Her base background only made her nobility more salient.
 She did not need any such background, nor the contrast of the drudyea and mer- l etricious frights of the caravan. She could have borne full light without any shade. A woman fit to stand peer among 1 the peerless.
 We could not be astonished at this ap- l partition. We had divined her father rightly, as it afterward proved. Her voice has already half disclosed her char acter. A mature woman; beyond girlhood, body and soul. With all her grave de meanor, she could not keep down the wiles of gracefulness that ever bubbled l to the surface. If she could but be her happy self, what 8 fair world she would suddenly create about her! l She was dressed in rough gray cloth, as any lady might be for journey. She was evidently one whose resolute neat ness repels travel stains. After the tawdry, draggled silks of the young wo- men we had just seen, her simplicity was charmingly fresh. Could she and l they be of the same race of beingsi They were apart as far as coarse from l fine, as silvern from brazen. To see her here among this horde was horror in | not blind herself to her position and her fate. She could not fail to see what a bane was beauty here. That she had done so was evident. She had essayed by severe plainness of dress to erase the lady from her appearance. A very idle attempt! There she was, do what she would, her beauty triumphing over all the wrong she did to it for duty's sake. All these observations l made with one glance. Description seems idle when one remembers how eyes can see at a flash what it took cons to prepare for and lifetime to form.
 Brent and exchanged looks. This was the result of our fanciful present. l ments. Here was visible the woman we had been dreading to find. It still seemed an impossible vision. almost believed that the old gentleman's blanket would rise with him and his daughter. like the carpet of Fortunatus, and trans port them suddenly away. leaving us be; side Mormon wagon ill Sizzums camp and in the presence of a frowZy family cooking supper of pork.
 l looked again and again. It was all real. There was the neat, comfortable wagon; there was the feeble, timid old ! gentleman pottering about; there was this beautiful girl, busy with her tea and smiling tenderly over her father.
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