The Press., 1892-10-20
civil services.

1t was like masqueradlng scene. My handsome friend and the elegant young lady bending together over four cracked cups and as many plates of coarse earth enware spread upon the shawl on the dry grass. The circle of wagons, the groups of saints about their supper fires, the cattle and the fort in the dis. tance, made strangely unreal back ground to a woman whose proper place, for open air, was in the ancient avenue of some ancestral park, or standing on the terrace to receive groups of brilliant ladies coming up the lawn. But char acter is superior to circumstance, and Miss Clitheroe's self possession controlled her scenery. Her place, wherever it was, became her right place. The prairie, and the wagons, and the rough acces- sories, gave force to her refinement. MT. Clitheroe regarded the pair with a dreamy pleasure.
 "Quite patriarchal, is it not?" said he to me. ''I could fancy myself Laban and my daughter Rachel. There is a trace of the oriental in her looks. We only need camels. and this would be a scene worthy of the times of the eastern patriarchs and the plains of tine old Holy Land. We of the Latter-day church think much of such associations, more suppose than you worlds people"
 And here the old gentleman looked at me uneasily, as if he dreaded lest should fling i'll a word to disturb his illusion, or perhaps ridicule his faith.
 'I have often been reminded here of the landscape of Palestine" said "and those bare regions of the orient. Your friends in Utah, too, refresh the association by their choice of Biblical names."
 "Yes; we love to recall those early days when Jehovah was near to his peo- pie, a chosen people, who suffered for faiths sake. as we have done. In fact, our new faith and new revelation are only revivals and continuations of the old, Our founder and our prophets give ns the doctrines of the earliest church, with larger light and surer confi- dence." & He said this with the manner of one who is repeating for the thousandth | time lesson. a formula which he must keep constantly before him or it's effects | will be gone. In fact. his resolute asser- | tion of his creeI shasged the weak belief. | As he paused he looked at me again, | hoping, as 1 thought. that 1 would dispute or differ, and so he might talk against contradiction, a far less subtle enemy than doubt. As did not imme- diately take up the discussion, he passed lightly, and with the air of one whose mind does not love to be consecutive, to another subject
 Hunters, are you noty said he, turn ing to Brent. II am astonished that more of you American gentlemen do not profit by this gre..t buffalo preserve and deer park. We send you a good shot occasionally from England" =.
 "Yes," said my ftiend. II had cap 1 ital shot and q capital fellow, too, for 1 eomrade this summer in the mountains. A countryman of yours, Sir Biron Bid dulph. He was wretchedly out of sorts, poor fellow, when we started. Fresh air and bold life quite set him up. A months galloping with the buffalo and fortnight over the cliffs after the big horn would put soul under the ribs of death.' Biddulph left me to go home, a new man. l find that he has staid in Utah, for more hunting, suppose" Brent was kneeling at Miss Clitheroe's feet, holding cup for her to fill. He turned toward her father as he spoke. At the name of Biddulph I saw that her red lips promise of possible blushes was no false one.
 "Ahp' thought l, there perhaps is the romance of the baronet's history. No wonder he found England too narrow for him If this noble woman would not smile! Perhaps he has stopped in Utah to renew his suit or volunteer his serv- ices. A strange drama, with new ele- ments of interest coming i'm"
 could not refrain from studying Miss Clitheroe with some curiosity as l thought thus.
 She perceived my inquisitiye look. She made some excuse and stepped into the wagon. 'Biddulphr said the father. .Ellen dear, MT. Brent knows our old neighbor, Biron Biddulph. Oh, she has disappear ed, lon hospitable thoughts intent I shall be delighted to meet an old friend HAPPY HoosIERs.-WmT Timmons post master of Idaville, Ind. writes: s'Electric Bitters has done more for me than all oth- CT medicines combined for that bad feeling arising from Kidney and Liver troubles D JohnLeslie, farmer and stockman of same place, says: Find Electric Bitters to be