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The name of Nauvoo evidently recalled recollections to John Ferrier. "I see," he said you are the Mormons." "We are the Mormons," answered his companions with one voice." "And where are you going?" "We do not know. The hand of God is leading us under the person of the prophet. You must come before him. He shall say what is to be done with vou."

They had reached the base of the hill by this time and were surrounded by crowds of the pilgrims—palefaced, meek-looking women, strong, laughing children, and anxious, earnesfc-eved men. Many were the cries of astonishment and commiseration which arose from them when they perceived the youth of the one and the destitution of the other. Their escort, did not halt, however, but pushed on, followed by a great crowd of Mormons,until they reached a wagon which was conspicuous for •Its great size and for the gaudiness ana smartness of its appearance. Bix horses were voked to it, whereas the others were furnished with two, or, at most, four apiece. Beside the driver there sat a man who could not 'have been more than thirty years of age, but whose massive head and resolute expression marked him as a leader. Pie was reading a brownbacked, volume, but as the great, crowd approached he laid it aside and listened attentively to an account of the episode. Then he turned to the' two castaways. ."If we take you with us," he said, in solemn words, "it can only be as believers in our creed. We shall have no wolves in our fold. Better far that your bones should bleach in this wilderness than that you should prove to be that little speck of decay which in time corrupts the whole fruit. Will you came with us on these terms." "Guess I'll come with you on any terms." said Ferrier with such em-| phasis that the grave elders could not restraino as mile. The leader alone retained his stern, impressive expression. "Take him. Brother Stangerson," he said, "give him food and drink, and the child likewise. Let it be your task also to teach him our holy creed. We have delayed long enough. I Forward! On. on to Zion!" "On. on to Zion! cried the crowd of Mormons, and the words rippled down the long caravan, passing from mouth to mouth until they died away in a dull murmur in the far distance. With crueking of 1 jips and a creaking of wheels the great wagon got into motion and soon the whole caravan was winding along once more, The elder to whose care the twoj waifs had been committed led them to his wagon, where a meal was al— ready awaiting them. "You shall remain here," he said. "In a few days you will have recov-j predfrom your fatigues. In the meantime, remember now and forever you are of our religion. Brigham Young has said it. and he has spoken with the voice of Joseph Smith, which Is the voice of God."

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This is not the place to commemorate the trials and privations endured bv the emigrant Mormons before they came to their final haven. Prom the shores of the Mississippi to the western slopes of the Rocky Mountains they had struggled on with a constancy almost unparalleled In history. The savage man and the savage beast, hunger, thirst,, fatigue and .disease every impediment which Nature could place in the way had all been overcome with AngloSaxon tenacity. "•Yet the long journey and the the accumulated terrors bad shaken the hearts of the stoutest among them. There was not one who did not sink upon his knees in heartfelt prayer when they saw the

BY A. CONAN DOYLE.

PART IT.

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CHAPTER I

"My name is John Ferrier," the wanderer explained "me and that little 'un are all that's left o' twentyone people. The rest is all dead o' thirst and hunger away down in the south." "Is she your child?" asked some one. "I guess she is now." the other cried, defiantly "she's mine 'cause I saved her. No man will take her awav from me. She's Lucy Ferrier from this day on. Who are you, though?" he continued, glancing 'with curiosity at his stalwart, sunburned rescuers "there seems to be a powerful lot of ye." "Nigh upon ten thousand," said one of the young men "we are the persecuted children of God—the chosen of the angel Merona." "I never heard tell on him," said the wanderer. "He appears to have chosen a fair crowd of ye." "Do not jest at that which is sacred," said the other, sternly. "We are of those who believe in those sacred writings, drawn in Egyptian letters on plates of beaten gold, which were handed unto the holy Joseph Smith, at Palmyra. We have come from Nauvoo, in the State of Illinois, where we had founded our temple. We have come to seek a refuge from the violent man and from the godless, even though it be ID the heart of the desert."

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—CONTINUED. broad valley of Utali bathed in the sunlight beneath them, and learned from the lips of their leader that this was the promised land, and that these virgin acres were to be theirs forever mo re.

Young speedily proved himself to be a skillful administrator as well as a resolute chief. Maps were drawn and charts prepared, in which the future city was sketched out. All around farms were apportioned and allotted in proportion to the standing of each individual. The tradesman was put to his trade and the artisan to his calling. In the town streets and squares sprang up as if by magic. In the country there was draining and hedging, planting and clearing, until the next summer saw the whole country golden with the wheat crop. Everything pros pered in the strange settlement. Above all, the great temple which they had erected in the center of the city grew ever taller and larger. From the first blush of dawn until the closing of the twilight, the clatter of the hammer and the rasp of the sa wwere never absent from the monument which the emigrants erected to Hi in who had led them safe through many dangers.

The two castaways, John Ferrier and the little girl who had shared his fortunes and had been adopted as his daughter, accompanied the Mormons to the end of their great pilgrimage. Little Lucy Ferrier was borne along pleasantly enough in Elder Stangerson's wagon, a retreat which she shared with the Mormon's three wives and with his son, a headstrong, forward boy of twelve. Having rallied with the elasticity of childhood, from the shock caused by her mother's death, she soon became a pet with the women, and reconciled herself to this new life in her moving canvas-covered home. In the meantime, Ferrier, having recovered from his privations, distinguished himself as a useful guide and an indefatigable hunter. So rapidly did he gain the esteem of his companions, that when they reached the end of their wanderings, it was unanimously agreed that he should be provided with as large and as fertile a tract of land as any of the settlers, with the exception of Young himself, and of Stangerson,Kim ball, Johnston, and Drebber, who were the four principal elders.

On the farm thus acquired John Ferrier built himself a substantial log-house, which received so mp,ny additions in succeeding years that it grew into a l'oomy villa. He was a man of a practical turn of mind, keen in his dealing, and skillful with his hands. His iron constitution enabled him to work morning and evening at improving and tilling his lands. Hence it came about that his farm aud all that belonged to him prospered exceedingly. In three years he was better off than his neighbors, in six he was well to do, in nine he was rich, and in twelve there was not half a dozen men in the whole of Salt Lake City who could compare with him. From the great inland sea to the distant Wasatch Mountains there was no name better known than that of John Ferrier.

There was one way, and only one, in which he offended the susceptibilities of his co-religionists. No argument or persuasion could ever induce him to set up a female establishment after the manner of his companions. He never gave reasons for this persistent refusal, but contented himself by resolutely and inflexibly adhering to his determination. There were some who accused him of lukewarmness in his adopted religion, and others who put it down to greed of wealth and reluctance to incur expense. Others, again, spoke of some early love affair, and of a fair-haired girl who had pined awav on the shores of the Atlantic. Whatever the reason, Ferrier remained strictly celibate. In every other respect he conformed to the religion of the young settlement, and gained the name of being an orthodox and straight-walking man,

Lucy Ferrier grew up within the log-house, and assisted her adopted father in all his undertakings. The keen air of the mountains and the balsamic odor of the pine trees took the place of nurse and mother to the young girl. As year succeeded to year she grew taller and stronger, iier cheek more ruddy, and her step more elastic. Many a wayfarer upon the high-road which ran by Ferrier's farm felt long-forgotten thoughts revive in his mind as he watched her little girlish figure tripping through the wheat fields, or met her mounted upon her father's mustang, and managing it with all the ease and grace of a true child of the West. So the bud blossomed into a flower, and the year which saw her father the richest of the farmers left her as fair a specimen of American girlhood as could be found in the whole Pacific slope.

It was not the father, however, who first discovered that the child had developed into the woman. It seldom is in such cases. That mysterious change is tco subtle and too gra lual to be measured by dates. Least of all does the maiden herself know it until the tone of the voice or the touch of a hand sets her heart

thrilling within her. There are few who can not recall that day and remember the one little incident which heralded the dawn of new life. In the case of Lucy Ferrier the occasion was serious enough in itself, apart from its future influence on her destiny and that of many besides.

It was a warm June morning, and the Latter Day Saints were as busy as the bees whose hive they have chosen for their emblem. In the fields and in the streets rose the same hum of human industry. Down the dusty high roads defiled long streams of heavily laden mules, all heading to the West, for the gold fever had broken out in California. and the overland route lay through the City of the Elect. There, too, were droves of sheep and bullocks coming in from the outlying pasture lands, and trains of tired immigrants, men and horses equally weary of their interminable journey. Through all this motely assemblage, threading her way with the skill of an accomplished rider, there galloped Lucy Ferrier, her fair face flushed with the exercise and her long chestnut hair floating out behind her. She had a commission from her father in the city, and was dashing in as she had done many a time before, with all the fearlessness of youth, thinking only of her task and how it was to be performed. The travelstained adventurers gazfed after her in astonishment, and even the unemotional Indians, journeying in with their peltry, relaxed their accustomed stoicism as they marveled at the beauty of the pale-faced maiden.

She had reached the outskirts of the city when she found the road blocked by a great drove of cattle, driven by a half-dozen wild-looking herdsmen from the plains. In her impatience she endeavored to pass this obstacle by pushing her horse into what appeared to be a gap. Scarcely had she got fairly into it, however, before the beasts closed in behind her, and she found herself completely imbedded in the moving stream of fierce-eyed, foug-horned bullocks. Accustomed as she was to deal with cattle, she was not alarmed at her situation, but took advantage of every opportunity to urge her horse on in the hope of pushing her way through the cavalcade. Unfortunately the horns 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 a snort of rage, and pranced and tossed in a way that would have unseated any but a most skillful rider. The situation was full of peril. Every plunge of the excited horse brought it against the horns again, and goaded it to fresh madness. It was all that the girl could do to keep herself in the saddle, yet a slip wcj^ mean a terrible death under hoofs of the unwieldy and terrified animals. Unaccustomed to suiden emergencies, her head beganf to swim, and her grip upon the bridle to relax. Choked by the rising cloud of dust and by the steam from the struggling creatures, she might have abandoned her efforts in despair, but for a kindly voice at her elbow which assured her of assistance. At the same moment a sinewy brown hand caught the frightened horse by the curb, and, forcing a way through the drove, soon brought her to the outskirts. "You're not hurt. I hope, miss," said her preserver, respectfully.

She looked at his dark, fierce face, and laughed saucily. "I'm awful frightened," 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 a tail, savage-looking young fellow, mounted on a powerful roan horse, and clad in the rough dress of a hunter, with a long rille slung over his shoulder. "I guess you are the daughter of John Ferrier," he remarked. "I saw you ride down from his house. When you see him, ask him if he remembers the Jefferson Hopes of St. Louis. If he's the same Ferrier. my father and he were pretty thick." "Hadn't you better come and ask yourself?" she asked, demurely.

The young fellow seemed pleased at the suggestion, and his dark eyes sparkled with pleasure. "I'll do so," he said "we've been in the mountains for two months, and are not over and above in visiting condition. He must take us as he finds us." "He has a good deal to thank you for, and so have I," she answered "he's awful fond of'ine. Tf those cattle had jumped on me, he'd never have got over it." "Neither would I," said her companion. "You? Well, I don't see that it would make difference to you, any how. You ain't even a friend of ours."

The young hunter's dark face grew so gloomy over this remark that Lucy Ferrier laughed aloud. "There, I didn't mean that," she said "of course, you are a friend, now. You must come and see us. Now I must push along, or father won't trust me with his business any more. G-ood-by." "Good-by," he answered, raising his broad sombrero, and bending over the little hand. She wheeled her mustang round, gave it a cut with her riding-whip, and darted away down the broad road in a rolling cloud of dust.

Young Jefferson Hope rode on with his companion, Vgloomy and taciturn. He and they had been among the Nevada Monntains prospecting for silver, and were returuing toaSalt Lake City in the hope of

raising capital enough to work som. lodes which they had discovered He had been as keen as any of then upon the business until this suddec incident had drawn his thoughts iuto another channel. The sight of th fair young girl, as frank and whole some as the Sierra breezes, hac stirred his volcanic, untamed heart to its very depths. When she had vanished from his sight, he realized that a crisis had come in his life, and that neither silver speculations nor any other questions could ever be of such importance to him as this new and all-absorbing one. The love which had sprung up in his heart was not a sudden, cliangeablq fancy of a boy, but rather the wild, fierce pasion of a man of strong will and imperious temper. He had been accustomed to suceed in all that he undertook. He swore in his heart he would not fail in this if human effort and human perseverance could render him successful.

He called on John Furrier thai night, and many times again, until his face was a familiar one at the farmhouse. John, cooped up in the valley,and absorbed in his work, had little chance of learning the news ol the outside world during the last twelve years. All this Jefferson Hope was able to tell him, and in a style which interested Lucy as well as her father. He had been a pioneer in California, and could narrate many a strange tale of fortunes made and fortunes lost in those wild, halcyon days. He had been a scout. too, and a trapper, a silver explorer, and a ranchman. Wherever stirring adventures were to be had, Jefferson Hope had been there in search of them. He soon became a favorite with the old farmer, who spoke eloquently of his virtues. On such occasions Lucy was silent, but her blushing cheek and her bright, happy eyes showed only too clearly that her young heart was no longer her own. Her honest father may not have observed these symptoms, but they were assuredly not thrown Jaway upon the man who had won her affections.

It was a summer evening when he came galloping down the road and pulled up at the gate. She was at the door-way, and came down to meet him. He threw the bridle over the fence and strode up the pathway. "I am off, Lucy," he said, taking her two hands in his, and gazing tenderly down into her face "I won't ask you to come with me now, but will you be ready to come when 1 am here again?" "And when will that be?" she asked, blushing and laughing. "A couple of months at the outside. I will come and claim you then, my darling. There's no one who can stand between us." "And how about father?" she asked. "He has given his consent, provided we get these mines workings all right. I have no fear on that h'ad." "Oh, well, of course, if you and father have arranged it all, there'$ no more to be said," she whispered., with her cheek against his broacl breast. (TO BE CDXTIXUErO

Concerning Pins.

Harper's Young People.

One article of the laws of the ancient pin makers of Paris was that no maker should open more than ono shop for the sale of his wares, except on New Year's eve and New Year's day, then the court ladies obtained money from their husbands and flocked to the shops for their yearly supply of pins, hence the term "pin rnonev," which, when pins became more easily obtained, ladies spent in other luxuries, but the term "pin money" is still in use.

So long ago as the year 1347 a royal princess had twelve thousand pins delivered from the royal wardrobe for her use, and in 1400 the Duchesse d'Orleans purchased from Jehan de Brecounier, pin maker of Paris, several thousand long and short pins, besides five hundred pins of English make thus we find how long ago pins were made and were in use in great quantities, both in England and France. So we can well understand how, when this country was young, pins were to the colonists a very essential part of their outfit, and when sending to the mother countries for different, articles of household use pins were never omitted from the lists. We find in an old Boston newspaper an advertisement dated May 11, 17!1. setting forth that John and Thomas Stevenson had imported, among other commodities, pins and needles.

Iiong Distance House Moving, Scientific American.

A curious case of house moving was recently witnessed in Oregon: A man who owned a residence at Seattle, which cost him §".000. to erect, moved to Olympia, and did not have sufficient funds to build another house, lie bought a lot, and concluded to remove the building ho owned at Seattle. Every one laughed at him, but he persisted. Rolling the house down to the river, he loaded it upon a scow and it was soon at Olympia, a distance of sixty miles Then he had it rolled upon his lot and, strange to say, not a timber, was strained nor even a piece of furj niture broken, although he had nol removed the contents before starting the house upon its unusual ney~v ''"Vy

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Among the visitors to Washington last spring was kodaker from the West, who announced to his friends his intention of securing snaps at the White House children before be left the city. One day he spent the morning loitering about the rear iorounds until about 2 o'clock, and his patients was rewarded by seeing the little ones come down the south portico steps accompanied by their nurse. The photographer had, in the meantime, scraped acquaintance with the policeman on guard, and, having flattered his vanity by taking him in several attitudes, he was prepared to wink at the theft of faces. The children came nearer, probably on account of that mysterious attraction which always exists between nurses and guardians of the peace, and while the usual flirtation was being conducted Ruth proceeded to peep between the grating at the stranger. Everything was propitious. The maid's attention was distracted, the child in a most bewitching attitude, while in the carriage near by slum! end the last scion of the house of Cleveland. "Snap" went the button, and the deed was done, and not till then did the maid turn around and find the evil that had been accomplished, for she had been warned against that very thing, "the amateur photographer," under pain of dismissal. Grasping the baby carriage by the handle aud seizing Ruth by the hand she started off toward the house with a great shaking of her head at the naughty child, who hung back and wanted to see more of the man with the "black box." Meanwhile the much delighted pilgrim had walked off with his treasure with visions of' the fame that should be his among bis far-off friends, and not until he trot back to his hotel did he realize that the whole scheme had miscarried owing to a very reasonable sause—he had forgotten to take the :ap off when he took the picture.

YASDEllHILT'S CASTLE,

That Remarkable Building Now Neiiring Completion.

A correspondent of the Washington Post says of George Vanderbilt's impressive castle, now building at kshevilie, N. C.: Visitors to Ashet'iiie ask to have the Vanderbilt estate pointed out to them almost be fore they leave the train at the sta" tion. The young millioniare is not at all exclusive or selfish with his belongings, but he permits visitors to drive through his grounds and inspect the magnificent residence under reasonable conditions. Soon after the mansion began to grow to such immense proportions some one asked young Vanderbilt why he was Investing so heavily in that mountain region. He replied that he regarded Ashevilleoas one of the most beautiful spots in the world, besides he desired to establish a Vanderbilt homestead, which will be a haven of rest for the present and future genarations of the Vanderbilt family. Fie added: "We have residences in New York and elsewhere, but there is not a place that will be known in the future as the 'old homestead Df the Vanderbilt family.'" The members of the family were at first inclined to discourage what they fancied was extravagance, but one by one they have come to realize that he is building more wisely than they imagined, and they are anxious to "assist him in carrying out his projects, if he will but permit them. He has already expended something like $4,000 000 on the castle and surrounding grounds, and it is estimated that it will cost, about $o.000,J00 to fully develop his plans. It is estimated'that $12,000 is distributed by him among the citizens of Asheville every week in the nature of salaries and other expenses in connection with his establishment. He is regarded by his fellow-citizens as a practical philanthropist, and one of the railroad officials in this vicinity remarked that if any attempt was made to arouse the laboring element against, young Vanderbilt, a corporal's guard could not be mustered to take part in any such expedition. On the contrary, not only the laboring element, but the good citizens of Asheville would promptly tro to the rescue of the generous young man who has done so much to develop and glorify the country in the region of the French Broad River.

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Paper-making has progressed so far that a good imitation of linen writing paper is manufact-urad wholly from wood puip, while a greati deal of so-called linen paper is madei from cotton rags. True linen paper of American manufacture is now often as good as the best of the imported. The refuse from the best paper mills goes to those of next grade below until the lowest is reached.

The largest plow in the world is, owned by Richard Gird, of San Bernardino county, California. This immense sodturner stands eighteen feet high and weighs thirty thousand pounds. It runs by steam.

The cigarette-makers' cramp, so well known in the tobacco manufactories of Spain, has made .ts appearance in the French state factories. It shows itself in the thumb and first finjjrer.

The most honorable death in China is by strangulation, and high officials condernnedjto deathjjreceivc their sentences from the Emperor in the shape of a silken cord, with which they hang themselves.

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