The Press., 1895-03-14
It was not the father, however, who

It was not the father, however, who first discovered that the child had de- veloped into the woman. It seldom is in such cases. That mysterious change is too subtle and too gradual to be meas ured by dates. Least of all does the maiden herself know it until the tone of voice or the touch of hand sets her heart thrilling within her, and she learns, with mixture of pride and of fear, that a liew and larger nature has awakened within her There are few who can not recall that day and remem- Der the one little incident which herald. ed the dawn of a new life. In the case of Lucy Terrier the occasion was serious enough i'll itself, apart from its future influence on her destiny and that of many besides
 It was warm June morning, and the Latter Day Saints were as busy as the bees whose hive they had chosen for their emblem. In the fields and in the streets rose the same hum of human industry. Down the dusty highroads defiled long streams of heavily laden mules all head ing to the west, for the gold fever had broken out in California, and the over land route lay through the city of the elect. There, too, were droves of sheep and bullocks coming in from the outly- ing pasture lands and trains of tired inn migrants, men and horses equally weary of their interminable journey Through all this motley assemblage, threading her way with the skill of an accomplished rider, there galloped Lucy Terrier, her fair face flushed with the exercise and her long chestnut hair float ing out behind Der. She had commits sion from her father ill the city and was dashing in as she had done many time before with all the fearlessness of youth, thinking only of her task and how it was to be performed. The travel stained adventurers gazed after her ill astonish- ment, and even the unemotiOnal Indians, journeying ill with their peltry, relaxed their accustomed stoicism as they mar veled at the beauty of the pale faced maiden.
 She had reached the outskirts of the city when she found the cad blocked by a great d1 ove of cattle, driven by half dozen wild looking herdsmen from the plains. In her impatience she endeav- ored to pass this obstacle by pushing her horse into:what appeared to be gap. Scarcely had she got fairly into it, how ever, before the beasts closed ill behind her, and she found herself completely imbedded ill the moving stream of fierce eyed, long horned bullocks. Accustomed as she was to deal with cattle, she was not alarmed at the situation, but took advantage of every opportunity to urge her horse OH in the hope of pushing her way through the cavalcade. Unfortu- nately the ESrns of one of the creatures, either by accident or design, came in violent contact with the flank of the mustang and excited it to madness. In an instant it reared up upon its hind legs, with snort of rage aud, pranced ! and tossed ill a way that would have un- seated any but most skillful rider The situation was full of peril Every plunge of the excited horse brought it against the ho:l& ;s5.;.l and gOaded 1t to fresh madness. ls was all that the girl could do to keep herself ill the sad dle, yet slip would mean a terrible death under the hoof of the unwieidy and terrified animal. Un"ccustomed to sudden emergencies. her head began tC swim and her grip upon the bridle to relax. Choked by the rising cloud of dust and by the steam from the strug- gling creatures, she might have aban- doned her efforts ill despair but for a I kindlysvoiee at her elbow which assured her of assistance. At the same moment 8 sinewy brown hand caught the fright ened hetse by the curb, and, forcing a way through the drove, soon drought ssei t5 lie 75lit slSif IS. You Ire not hurt, I hope, miss?' said her preserver respectfully
 She looked up at his dark, fierce face and laughed saucily. I'm awful fright ened, she said naively. Whoever would have thought that Poncho would have been so scared by a lot of cows?" ''Thank God you kept your seat, ;" the other said earnestly. He was tall, say age looking young fellow, mounted on 2 ! powerful roam horse and clad in the rough dress of hunter, with long rifle slung over his shoulders II guess you
 are the daughter of John Ferrier," ht remarked 'I saw you ride down from his house. When you see him, ask hin ! if he remembers the Jefferson Hopes o1 l St. Louis. If he's the same Terrier, Iny l father and he were pretty thick" Hadn't you better come and asl 1 yourself?" she asked Clemurely. The young fellow seemed pleased &
 the suggestion, and his dark eyes spar
 kled with pleasure. "I'll do so," h'
 said. We've been ill the mountains fo, two months and are not over and abov'
 in visiting condition, He must take u
 as he finds us. 7"
 ''He has good deal to thank you for
 and so have l." she answered. "He' l awful fond of me. If those COWS haC
 jumped on me, he'd have never got owe 1 it."
 "Neither would I, said her compan
 ion.
 "You? We'll, don't sec that it woul'
 make much matter to you anyhow You ain't even friend of ours. ''
 The young hunters dark face grew s 1 gloomy over this remark that Luc. Terrier laughed aloud.
 "There, l didn' t mean that, she said
 "Of course you are friend now. Yo1
 must come and see us Now must pusl
 along, or father won't trust me witt
 his business any more. Goodby."