The Press., 1895-03-28

saw death ill her face yesterday. She is moro like ghost than woman. Arc you of, then?'
 "Yes, I'm off, said Jefferson Hope, who had risen from his seat His face might have been chiseled out of marble, SO hard and so set was its expression, while his eyes glowed with baleful light.
 "Where are you going?'
 "Never mind" he answered, and slinging his weapon over his shoulder strode off down the gorge and so away into the heart of the mountains to the haunts of the wild beasts. Among them all there was none so fierce and danger ous as himself.
 The prediction of the Mormon was only too we'll fulfilled. Whether it was the terrible death of her father or the effects of the hateful lmarriagointo which she had been forced, poor Lucy never held up her head again, but pined away and died within month. Her sottish husband, who had married her princi- pally for the sake of John Ferrier's property, did not affect any great grief at his bereavement, but his other wives mourned over her and sat up with her the night before the burial, as is the Mormon custom. They were grouped around the bier in the early hours of the morning, when, to their inexpressi- b1e fear and astonishment, the door was flung open, and a savage looking, weather beaten man ill tattered gar ments strode into the room.
 
 covering women, he walked up to the white, silent figure which had once con- tained the pure soul of Lucy Terrier. Stepping over her, he pressed his lips reverently to her cold forehead, and then snatching up her hand he took the wedding ring from her finger. "Sho shall not be buried ill that,' he cried, with fierce snarl, and before an alarm could be raised sprang down the stairs and was gone. So strange and so brief was the episode that the watchers might have found it hard to believe it them selves or persuade other people of it had it not been for the undeniable fact that the circlet of gold which marked her as having been a bride had disap- peared.
 1 For some months Jefferson Hope lin- 1 gered among the mountains, leading a strange, wild life and nursing ill his heart the fierce desire for vengeance l which possessed him. Tales were told in the city of the weird figure which was seen prowling about the suburbs, and which haunted the lonely mountain gorgea. Once bullet whistled through l Stangerson's window and fattened 1 itself upon the wall within a foot of him. On another occasion as Drehber passed under q cliff great powder crashed down OH him, and he only es- caped a terrible death by throwing him self upon lis face. The two young Mor- mons were not long in discovering the reason of these attempts upon their lives and led repeated expeditions into the mountains ill the hope of capturing or 1 killing their enemy, but always with out success. Then they adopted the pre-, caution of never going out alone or after nightfall and of having their 1 houses guarded. After a time they were 1 able to relax these measures, for noth- l ing was either heard or seen of their op- ponent, and they hoped that timo had cooled his vindictiveness.
 Far from doing so, it had, if any thing, augmented it. The hunter s mind was of hard. unyielding Il .turo, ] and the predominant idea of re Zcnge had taken such complete possession of it that there was no room for any other emotion. He was, however, above all things, practical. He soon realized that even his iron constitution could not stand tho incesSant strain which he was putting upon it. Exposure and want of wholesome food were wearing him ont If he died like a dog among the 1noun- tains, what was to become of his re- venge then? And yet such death was sure to overtake him if ho persisted. He felt that that was to play his enomy's game, so he reluctantly returned to the old Nevada mines, there to recruit his health and to amass money enough to allow him to pursue his object without privation.
 His intention had been to be absent year at the most, but a combination of unforeseen circumstances prevented his leaving the mines for nearly five At l the end of that t;!.i" however, his memory of his wTOii.~S und his cravings for revenge were qu-!e aS keen as on that memorable night when he had stood by John Terrier grave. Disguis- ed and under all assumed name, he re- turned to Salt Lake City, careless what became of his own life as long as he ob- talned what he knew to be justice.
 There he found evil tidings awaiting LnS- T. T the chosen people few months before, some of the younger members having rebelled against tho authority of the elders, and the result had been the se- cession of a certain number of the mal- contents, who had left Utah and become gentiles Among these had been Dreb- Der and Stangerson, and no one knew whittier they had gone. Rumor reported that Drebber had managed to convert 8 large part of his property into money, and that he had departed wealthy man, while Stangerson was conlpara- lively poor There was no clew at all, however, as to their whereabouts.
 Many man, however vindictive, would have abandoned all thought of revenge ill the face of such difficulty, but Jefferson Hope never faltered for a moment. With the small competence he possessed, eked out by such employ ment as he could pick up, he travelled from town to town through the United States ill quest of his enemies. Year passed into year, his black hair turned grizzled, but still he wandered on-a human bloodhound, with his mind wholly set upon the one object upon which he had devoted his life At last his perseverance was rewarded It was but a glance of face ill window, but that one glance told him that Cleve- land, ill Ohio, possessed the man whom he was in pursuit of
 He returned to his miserable lodgings with his plan of vengeance all arranged It chanced. however, that Drebber, looking from his window, had reoog Al. Al. l.