Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1893-01-24

. fortnight over the clifIs altar the big
horn would put . soul under the dbs Of
DEATH Biddulph left me to 60 home. .
new man. hnd that hs has staid In
Utah, for moro hunting. I suppose"
Brent was kneeling ut Miss Clitheroe's
feet, holding cup for her TO all. He
turned toward her father - he spoke.
AT the name Of Biddulph saw that her
rcd lips promise Of possible blushes was
no false one.
"Ahr thought !. "hers perhaps 10 the
romance Of the baronet's history. No
wonder he found England too narrow
for him II this noble woman would not
milei 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 In"
could not refrain from studying Miss
Clitheroe with some curiosity - ]
thought thus.
She perceived my inquidtive look.
She made some excuse and stepped into
the wagon.
"Biddulph!" said tho father. "Ellen
dear. Mr.. Brent knows our old neighbor,
Biron Biddulph. Oh, she has disappear.
cd, 'on hospitable thoughts intent !
shall be delighted TO meet an old friend
In Deseret. We knew him intimately at
home In better days-noi In those days ]
blindly deemed better, before I was illu.
mined with the glories Of the new faith,
and saw the New Jerusalem with eyes
Of hope"
Miss Clitheroe rejoined rs. She had
been absent only moment, but, ~ !
could see, long enough for tears, and the
repression Of tears. Ishould have pitied
her more; but she seemed. In her stout
hearted woinanhood, above pity, asking
no more than the sympathy the brave
have always ready for the sorrowful
brave.
Evidently to change the subject, she
engaged Brent again In his tea table Of.
fees. I looked at that passionate fellow
with some anxiety. He was putting .
large share of earnestaess In his manner
Of holding cups and distributing hard.
tack.
Mr.. Clitheroe grew moro and more
genial a. we became better acquainted.
He praised the sunshine and the climate.
England had nothing like 1t, 30 our host
asserted. The atmosphere Of England
crushed the body, as its moral atmos-
phere repressed perfect freedom OF
thought and action.
ives, gentlemen" said he, ~ hare e.
capped at last into the region ! have long.
ed for. mean to renew my youth In
the Promised Land-to have my life over
again, with = store Of the wisdom OF
age"
Then he talked pleasantly Of the Incl.
dents of his journey-sn impressible be-
ing, taking easily the color Of the mo.
ment. like child.
"Think of 1t, sir" he said, ~ have
seen real Indians, splendid fellows, al
In their war paint; just such ~ ] used to
read of with delight In your Mr.. Feni.
more's tales. And these prairies, too
seem to have visited them already In
the works Of your charming Mr.. Irving
"a very pleasant author, very pleasant
indeed, and quite reminding me Of our
best essayists; though he has an Ameri.
can SAVIOR too. Mr.. Irving, ! think, did
not come out 20 far a. this. This region
has never been described by any one
with q poetic eye. Ny brethren In the
Church OF the Latter-day have their
duties Of stern apostleship; they cannot
turn aside TO the hight hand nor to the
left. But when the saints are gathered
In they will begin to sss the artistic
features of their land.
"Those Wind River mountains-6ne
name, by the way-that ! saw from the
South pass-they seem to me quite an
ideal Sierra. Their blue edges and
cleaning snow peaks were great society
for Us as we came by. We are very fond
of scenery, sir. my daughter and !, and
this breadth Of effect is very impressive
after England. England, you know. air,
Is tame-a snug little place, but quite q
prison for people Of scope. Lancashire,
my old home, 10 very pretty, but not
grand; quite the contrary. ! have grown
really quite tired Of green grass and
well kept lawns and the shaved, beard.
less, effeminats look Of my native coun.
try. This rough nature is masculine. II
reminds me Of the youth Of the world. ]
like to be In the presence Of strong
forces. I am not afraid Of the Orson
feeling.
"Besides, In Lancashire, particularly,
we never see the sun, we see smoke; we
breathe smoke; smoke spoils the fragrance
and darkens the hue Of all our life. ]
hate chimneys, sir; have seen great for.
tunes 90 up them. Imight perhaps tell
you something Of my own experience In
looking up certain tall chimney not q
hundred miles from Clitheroe, and seeing
ancestral acres fly up 1t, and ancestral
pictures and splendid old mansion al
going Of In smoke. But You are stran.
ger and do not care about hearing my
old gossip. Besides, what Is the loss Of
houses and lands II one finds the pearl
of great price, and wins the prophets
crown and the saints throneY'
And here the gray haired, pale, dreamy
old gentleman paused, and half quench.
Cd fire glilnmered In hiseye. His childish,
fsnatical ambition stirred him, and be
smiled with look Of triumph.
was silent In speechless pity.
His daughter turned and smiled with
Almost fearful tenderness upon her father.
"I have not heard you 20 animated for
. long time. dear father" she said. "Mr.
Wade seems quite to inspire you"
eyes, my dear; he has been talking on
many very interesting topics"
Ihad really done nothing but to bow
and utter those civil monosyllables which
are the "Heari hssrl" Of conversation.
III had been silent, Brent had not.
While the garrulous old gentleman was
prsttling on ut full speed, ! had heard
all the time my friends low. nelodious
voice ~ he talked to the lady. He was
Q trained artist In the hne art Of syr.
pathy. His own early sorrows had
made him infinitely tender with all that
suffer. To their hearts he came ~ one
that had Q right TO enter. - ono that
knew their lnalady, and was commanded
10 lay q Reutle touch Of soothing there.
{ 10 great power 70 have known tho
worst and bittsrest that can befall tho
human life, and yet not be hardened.
No sufferer can resist the Ane magnet.
Ism OF q wise and unintrusive pity. II
!. =. mild and healing a music by night