Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1895-06-25

script ON upon the paper was brief. bu
to thepoint: ................
JOHN FERRIER, !:
FORMERLY or SALT LAKE CITY.
Il Died Aug. 4, 1880.
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Thel sturdy old man, whom he haC
left 81 short time before, was gone
then, bud this was all his epitaph. JEFF
fersonI Hope looked wildly around to se'
| il theto was second grave, but ther'
was nj sign of one Lucy had been car
ried bE their terrible pursuers to fulfil
her or ginal destiny by becoming one o.
the hakem Of the elders son. As tn,
youngifcllow realized the certainty o
her fale and his own powerlessness &
preveiIt IL he wished that he. too. wa
living With the old farmer in his las
silent resting place.
Again, however, his active spirit
shook loif the lethargy which springi
from despair. II there was nothing els,
left tolhim, bo could at least devote hi
lifo toircvenge. With indomitable pa
tionce hnd perseverance jefferson Hop,
possessle led also power OF sustained win
dictiy,I Iness. which he may have learned
from tho Indians among whom he haC
lived. As he stood by the desolatc flrt
he felt that the only one thing which
could 3ssuage his grief would be thor
ough AId complete retribution brought
by his bwn hand upon his enemies. Hi'
strongWil and untiring energy should,
he determined, be devoted To that OH,
end With grim, white face he re
traced his steps To where he had dropped
the fobd. and having stirred up tn,
smoldeting fire he cooked enough TO las'
him fot few days. This he made W
into bundle. and tired rs he was hc
set hiE}self 10 walk back through the
mountilins upon the track Of the aveng
ing nnfols.
For tvo days he toiled, footsore and
weary. Through the detles which he had
already traversed on horseback. Al
night No flung himself down among tho
rocks abd snatchcd u few hours Of sleep,
but betbrc daybreak he was always well
on his Eay
On tbe sixth day he reached Eagle
canyonl from which they had commenc'
cd their i'll fated flight Thence he
could box down upon the home Of the
saints. Worn and exhausted. ha leaned
upon his rifle and shook his eaunt hand
fiercelyi n, the silent, widespread city
beneath him. AS he looked ut it he OBJ
served that there were flags III some OF
the principal streets and other signs OF
festivitf. He was still speculating a.
to what this might mean when he heard
the clatter Of horses hoofs and saw a
mounteh man riding toward him. As he
approached he recognized him rs Nor.
mon nj med Cowper. to whom he had
renderet p services at different times lie
therefor 10 accosted him when he got up
to him, with the object of finding out
what L4cy Ferrier's fate had been
Il ah jefferson Hope" he said
'You rimember mei"
The Mormon looked at him with un-
disguiseh astonishment Indeed it was
difficult to recognize in this tattered,
unkemIt ws.aderer with CHASTITY white
face ami fierce wild eyes the spruce
young hunter Of former days Having,
howevel, at last satisfied himself as to
his Identity, the mans surprise changed
to constbrnation.
"You| are mad to come here. he
cried. 1t is as much as my own life is
worth 10 be seen talking with you.
There id warrant against you from
the holI four for assisting the Ferriers
away"
Il dob't fear them or their warrant, y
Hope said earnestly. You must know
something of this matter, Cowper.
conjure you by everything You hold
dear to ianswer a few questions We
have alTays been friends. For Gods
sake, doh't refuse to answer me.
whit is it," the Mormon asked un,
easily. BE quick. The very rocks have
ears and the trees eyes "
"Whdt has become of Lucy Ferrier?"
"She WAS married yesterday to young
Drebber Hold up. man; hold up! You
have no ilife left in you.
"Donlt mind NE, said Hope family.
He was white to the very lips and had
sunk doEn ON the stone against which
he had been leaning. Married. you
say?"
."Marhed yesterday. That's what
those fiats are for ON the Endowment
housa There were some words between
Young DEebber and young Stangersor
as to which was to have her. They'd
both be,h in the party that followed
them, aid Stangerson had shot her IA
ther, Which seemed to give him the best
claim. bht when they argued it out il
council brebber's party was the stron
ger. so the prophet gave her over to him,
No one ,Eon't have her very long, for
saw death in her face yesterday. She il
more lib ghost than woman Are
you of, fhen?"
"Yes.iI'm Off" said jefferson Hope,
who haG| risen from his seat. His fact
might have been chiseled out OF marble
SO hard Ind SO set was its expression,
while his eyes glowed with balefu
light.
where are you eoingf"
"Nevt mind" he answered. ant
singing his weapon over his shoulder