Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-02-11
JOHN TERRIER,
SSAA-N 4A@4A4AAA-ht FORMERLY OF SALT LAKE CITY, Died Auc. 4 1880.

The sturdy old man, whom he had left so short time before, was gone then, and this was all his epitaph. Jef- ferson Hope looked wildly around to see if there was a second grave, but there was no sign of one Lucy had been car ried by their terrible pursuers to fulfill her original destiny by becoming one of tho harem of the elders son. As tho young fellow realized the certainty of her fate and his own pcwerlessnesS to prevent it ho wished that he, too. was lying with the old farmer in his last silent resting place,
 Again, however, his active spirit shook off the lethargy which springs from despair. If there was nothing else left to him. he could at least devote his life to revenge With indomitable pa tience and perseverance Jefferson Hope possessed also n power of sustained win diCtiVeneSS which he may have learned from the Indians among whom he had lived. As he stood by the desolate fire he felt that the only one thing which could aSsuas:r his grief would be thor ough and complete retribution brought by his own hand upon his enemies His strong will and untiring energy should, he determined, be devoted to that one end. With d grim, white face he re- traced his steps to where he had dropped tho food, and having stirred up the smoldering fire he cooked enough to last him for few days. This he made up into a bundle. and tired as he was he set himself to walk back through the mountains upon the track of the aveng- ing angels.
 For five days he tOiled, footsore and weary, through the defiles which he had already travcrScd on horseback. At night he flung himself down among the rocks and snatched a few hours of sleep, but before day break he was always we'll on his way.
 On the sixth day he reached Eagle canyon, from which they had commence cd their ill fatri flight. Thence he could look down upon the home of the saints. Worn and exhausted, he leaned upon his ritir and shook his gaunt hand tiercely at tho silent, widespread city beneath him. As he looked Ut II he ub- served that there were flags in Sumo of the principal streets and other signs of festivity He was still speculating as to what this might mean when he heard the chatter ot horses hoofS and saw a mounted man riding toward him. As he approached he recognized him aS Nor mon named Cowpcr, to whom he had rendered services at different times. He therefore aucuSted him when he got up to him, with the object of finding out hot I f- F,Ea
 "I am Jefferson Hope," he said. "You remember me-"
 The Mormon looked at him with un- disguised astonishment Indeed it was difficult to recognize in this tattered, unkempt wanderer with ghastly white face and fierce wild eyes the spruce young hunter of former days Having, however. at last satisfied himself as to his identity, the man $ surprise changed to consternation.
 You are mad to come 3ert, he cried. It is as much as my own life is worth to bo seen talking with you. There Is a warrant against you from the holy four for assisting the Terriers away.
  Hope said earnestly. You must know something of this matter. Cowper, conjure you by everything you hold dear to answer few questions. We have always been friends. For God s sake, don't refuse to answer me.
 What is it?" the Mormon asked un- easily. Be quick The very rocks have ears and the trees eyes.
 What has become of Lucy Ferrier:"
 ''She was married yesterday to young Drebber. Hold up. man; hold up! You have no life left in you.'
 Don't mind me, " said Hope faintly, He was white to the very lips and had sunk down on the stone against which he had been leaning. Married. you say:'
 "Marrled yesterday. That's what those flags are for on the Endowment house. There were some words between young Drebber and young Stangerson as to which was to have her. They d both been ill the party that followed them, and Stangerson had shot her ia. ther, which seemed to give him the best claim, but whom they argued it out in
 
 ger. so the prophet gave her over to him. No one won't have her very long, for saw death in her face yesterday. She is more like ghost than woman. Are you of, them"
 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 Itrode of down the gorge and so away into the heart of the mountains to the haunts of the wild beasts. Among then all there was none so fierce and danger ous as himself.
 The prediction of the Mormon wa. only too well fulfilled. Whether 1t wa: the terrible death Of her father or tht affects of thehateful lmarriageinto W whicl she had been forced. poor Lucy Dsvel held up her head again, but pined away and died within a month. Her sottisl husband. who had married her princi pally for the sake of John Ferrier'I property, did not affect any great griet at his bereavement, but his other wivel mourned over her and sat up with he1 the night before the burial, as is tht Mormon custom. They were grouped around the bier in the early hours ot the morning, when, to their inexpressi ble fear and astonishment, the door wal flung open, and 8 savage looking weather beaten man in tattered gar ments strode into the room.
 Without a glance or word to tn, covering women, he walked up to tn, white, silent figure which had once con tained the pure soul of Lucy Terrier Stopping over her, he pressed his lip