New York ledger vol. 26 no. 52

              LIFE IN SALT LAKE CITY; 
OR, 
A Visit to the Mormons. 
By LEON LEWIS, 
AUTHOR OF "THE GIRL HERMIT," "THE BOY MA-GICIAN," "THE BROKEN HOME," " RED KNIFE," 
ETC., ETC., ETC. 
CHAPTER XVII. 
HARRY'S VISIT TO BRIGHAM. 
And dar'st thon then 
To beard the lion in his den, 
The Douglas in his hall? SCOTT. 
The surprise of Brigham Young and Col. Mornington at the presence of Harry Osburn in the prophet's private office, at such a late hour of the night, was sufficiently revealed by the startled glances they turned upon him. 
"The very man!" repeated Mornington. 
"I am glad you know me so well, Colonel," said Harry to the Danite leader, with ironical politeness. "This declaration of my identity will serve me as an introduction to Mr. Young." 
"You are Harry Osburn, then?" queried the prophet, with a visible constraint. 
"Yes, sir, 'the very man,' to use Mornington's language." 
"Well, is this the manners of the country where you come from? to thus creep into a stran-ger's house secretly, and listen to a private con-versation?" 
"This is the manners of all countries, Mr. Young, under certain circumstances." 
"How under certain circumstances?" 
"Why, when a state of war has replaced the usages of polite society. In the situation where I happen to be placed at this moment, I am not governed, in my dealings with Colonel Morning-ton, by the rules current among friends and gentlemen, but by the usual principles of war-tare." 
"How? The Colonel is your enemy?" 
"As you have heard from his own lips. And being an enemy, and such an enemy, am I not privileged to treat him as an enemy, even to the extent of listening to his plans and plots against me?" 
There was no gainsaying this argument. 
"In following him here, therefore," affirmed Harry, "and in listening to his conversation, I have only exercised an enemy's privilege." 
The grave countenance of Brigham relaxed a little. 
"Well, that's well enough stated, Mr. Osburn." he observed. "To vary the old saying. 'All's fair in war as in love.' You are hare, then, as the Colonel's enemy? With what particular ob-ject?" 
“To discover what he is at—to expose him—to obtain a little information, and perhaps to give you some," declared the young Gentile. "As far as you are personally concerned, Mr. Young, I apologize, of course, not only for this intrusion itself, but for its manner. I am sure that you will find a complete excuse for my con-duct in the circumstances which have induced me to thus present myself to your notice. In the first place, this man," and he indicated Morn-ington. "has chosen to bring himself into very intimate relations with me; so intimate, in fact, have been my associations with him, during: the last few hours, that I have followed him from the mountains." "Followed me?" cried Mornington, in amaze-ment. 
"Yes, followed you," declared Harry, turning sharply upon him. "I was at the Look-out when you set out with Hilber and Tiger for the city." 
"At the Look-out!" repeated Mornington, as his face became ashy pale. 
"Exactly, man; at the Look-out. I was con-cealed in the cellar.
"Mornington was dumb with consternation. 
"You remember when Hilber's dog barked so violently?" continued Harry. 
The Danite leader nodded. 
"Well, the trouble with that dog was simple. He had detected my presence. I was crouching under the trap-door at the moment. And this explains why Grizzly did not meet me on his re-turn from the city." 
Brigham looked from one to the other. 
"What is all this?" he demanded. "You seem to be speaking in riddles." 
"The case," began Mornington, "is this—" 
"Enough of your version of the story," inter-rupted Harry, waving Mornington into silence and retirement. "Neatly every word you have uttered since you came here is a falsehood—" 
"Sir!" thundered Mornington, scowling. 
"Oh, you needn't bellow in that fashion," en-joined Harry. "You ought to know by this time that bellowing doesn't make a buffalo." 
"Bravo! ha! ha!" laughed Brigham. "This is getting interesting, gentlemen. What does this talk of dogs and Look-outs mean? Take a chair, Mr. Osburn and tell me what's the trouble." 
Harry seated himself in the proffered chair, at the same time darting at Mornington a galling glance of triumph. 
"As I was saying," then resumed Harry, "I have as many good excuses as good reasons, Mr. Young, for coming here to-night. Before going further, however, permit me to say a few words about myself. As Elder Proudfit writes you, I am visiting Utah and the Mormons for political as well as for private reasons." 
"I appreciate your frankness, sir. Go on." 
"I am a visitor, a traveller, an explorer even, but not a spy, in the usual sense of that term. The President has charged me with sun-dry inquiries and investigations, but they are en-tirely proper and above-board." 
"You have been an officer, as stated?" 
"Yes, sir. Proudfit is correct enough in what he says under that head. The President wishes to know, by impartial testimony, just what to think of the situation in Utah, and has charged me, in an unofficial way, to report to him on the subject. And this is all there is to be said in re-gard to the political aspects of my visit." 
"And now for your private projects, if you please?" 
"They are quite as pacific as my political one. I am here to pay a friendly visit to Doctor Bur-ton and his family, and I have come prepared to establish myself in business here, if any good opening should offer. And this is all there is to be said under this head. So that Proudfit, in denouncing me as a dangerous adversary, is merely the victim of his own mistaken zeal." 
"You are here, I believe, to marry Doctor Burton's daughter?" 
"Quite right, Mr. Young. But that fact can hardly be imputed to me as a crime. The young lady is a Gentile, as I am. Is there really any reason why we should not marry?" 
"Certainly not. Gentile with Gentile—that is as it should be," declared Brigham, relaxing still more in the severity of his manner. 
"But one of your brethren, Mr. Young—a cer-tain Elder True—has made up his mind to inter-fere with the alliance agreed upon between Miss Burton and myself. In fact, the said True has resorted to violence in the accomplishment of his ends—"
"To violence, Mr. Osburn? This is a grave accusation!" 
"It is a true one. Learning of my proposed advent, the Elder has sent this Colonel Morning-ton to intercept me. Are you not aware of this?" 
"Well, yes, the Colonel has been telling me something about the matter. It seemed to me a mere matter of rivalries—of lovers' squabbles." 
"Of lovers' squabbles!" echoed Harry sternly. 
"Why, this man Mornington tried to murder me!" 
The Colonel flushed guiltily, moving uneasily. 
"This is Gentile gab," he muttered. 
The Prophet smiled grimly, looking from one of his companions to the other alternately. 
"I see, Mornington," he said dryly, "that you have not told me the whole story, Here is proof again, that the only way of getting at the truth is to hear all sides. Go on, Mr. Osburn." 
"Just before night," resumed Harry, "when I was ascending the eastern slopes of Little Mountain, this man met me, introducing himself to me as Porter Rockwell—" 
"No, I didn't," protested Mornington, flush-ing still more deeply. 
"The fact is exactly as I have stated," affirmed Harry. 
"This man told me that he was Porter Rockwell—" 
"I believe you," Brigham hastened to say, reading aright the Colonel's confusion. " I've heard of something like to this before. And so he told you that he was Brother Porter, did he? Ha, ha! that's a good joke on Port., Isn't it? Proceed, Mr. Osburn." 
"Well, after saying that, he was Rockwell, this man told me a score of lies; among others, one to the effect that Miss Burton had already mar-ried the Elder. He also brought me a stupid forg-ery, a letter purporting to come from Miss Bur-ton. And as I declined to receive these impos-tures, he caused me to be lassoed by a couple of ruffians he had in waiting. In the struggle, I was rendered insensible. On recovering, I found that the two men in question were dig-ging a grave for me—" 
"A mere ruse to scare him," protested Morn-ington, whose face had now become white and rigid. 
"No, Mr. Young, he was entirely in earnest, as I learned from what he said to his two men. He really meant to bury me in the grave. The Elder had agreed to pay him liberally for getting rid of me for preventing me from ever entering this city." 
"We'll, how did the project turn out?" asked Brigham, with a gravity approaching solemnity. 
"Why, a little girl—a daughter of Mountain Jack, who has lately settled " in that neighbor-hood—chanced to have been digging roots with a knife by the way side, and she discovered my situation. Creeping up to me, under cover of the darkness, she cut the ropes binding me. And thus released. I turned upon Mornington and his men, just as they were about to put me into the grave—" 
"And with what result?" 
"I killed or mortally wounded the pair, and put this man to flight." 
"And this little girl gave you all the help you had?" 
"Yes, sir." Brigham chuckled grimly, turning to Morning-ton, whose brow was black with vexation. 
"So much for your dozen men, Mornington!" commented the prophet mockingly. "What next, Mr. Osburn ?" 
Here the Danite leader began stirring about with the uneasiness of a fierce anger.
"Tell you what, Brother Brigham," he mut-tered, "this is annoying! I don't like it!"
"Don't like what? What is annoying?" 
"Why, that this infernal Gentile should come here and lie about me in this manner!"
At this sally, Harry turned and looked at his enemy, with more contempt than anger.
"So, so!" he ejaculated. "You want to raise a question of veracity between us, do you? You want to keep contradicting me, do you? Well, I think I can attend to your case, "my fine fel-low " 
And with this he turned to the prophet and said: 
"Before continuing our interview longer, Mr. Young, perhaps we had better turn this bellow-ing neighbor of ours out into the cold, and for several reasons, the first of which is that he is unfit to associate with gentlemen. That he has deceived you grossly, Mr. Young, and that he has outraged your friendship, are facts that I can prove to you in about three quarters of a minute." 
The Colonel here advanced, almost black with rage, shaking his clenched hand at Harry, and actually menacing him with violence. 
"Why listen to his Gentile gab?" he demanded of Brigham reproachfully. The prophet did not hear the question, or at least did not heed it. The honest sincerity of Harry's manner had fixed his attention. 
"Let's see you prove these statements," he said. 
"Very well, sir," returned Harry. 
"Did not Mornington tell you that he had received a bul-let through one of his legs?"
"Why, certainly." 
"Through his right leg, wasn't it?" 
"Certainly, through his right leg." 
"Well, he was lying to you, Mr. Young. The statement is utterly false. He has not received to- night any bullet wound whatever." 
At this direct assertion, the prophet turned his eyes gravely and inquiringly upon Morning- ton. 
"How's this, Colonel?" he demanded. 
The Danite leader was a picture of detected guilt and consternation, but he managed to ar-ticulate: 
"The Gentile is lying! And I am astonished that you take any notice of him." 
"You got a ball through the leg, then?" 
"Yes, sir." 
"Through the right, leg?" 
"Through the right leg, exactly as I stated," affirmed Mornington desperately. 
"Then it will be an easy matter for you to show us the wound." 
The proposition overwhelmed Mornington with confusion.
"I—I wouldn't so degrade myself!" he stam-mered. "I—I wouldn't take so much notice of the Gentile's falsehoods." 
"Well, I would," retorted Brigham sternly. 
"If any man, Saint or Gentile, lied in such a manner about me. I would refute him on the spot, as a first and necessary step toward pun-ishing him!" 
"And so would any honest man," declared Harry. "But Mornington has no wound of the sort to show. If he has, I give him permission to shoot me on the spot, as one would shoot a rabid dog." 
"You hear, Colonel?" exclaimed Brigham, still more severely. "As the case stands, you must swallow your pride and annoyance, and show us the wound." "I can't so far debase myself," protested Mornington. "I am astonished—" 
"And so am I," interrupted the prophet, with a marked impatience. "How can you hesitate a moment, after what Osburn has stated? Don't you see that you must show the wound in ques-tion? that he has driven you into a corner where nothing less than such a demonstration will answer? Can it be that you have deceived me? Can it be that you have received no such in-jury?" 
"How can yon take such a course with me, Brother Brigham?" muttered Mornington, in the accents of reproach. "One would think that you are on the side of the Gentiles." 
"I am on the side of truth, Colonel," declared the prophet, with an oath. "And I want to know who has told the truth in regard to this particu-lar matter. I ask you, therefore, once for all, if you received a bullet through your right leg?" 
"I—did!" 
"Let's see the wound, then." 
"He can’t show it," observed Harry, with an-other galling look. "There's no such wound there!" 
"Did yon hear me, Colonel?" asked the prophet, still more impatiently. "You must show me that wound. I insist upon it!" 
"And I refuse," replied the Danite leader sul-lenly, with every sign of guilty desperation. "I will not be bullied by any such Gentile into doing any such thing."
"There is no bullying in the case. The ques-tion is trivial enough, but it has become a test of your good faith, which I have not heretofore questioned. Show me the wound, therefore, and thus overwhelm your accuser with confu-sion." 
"I won't do it," returned Mornington. “I de-cline, once for all." 
A silent wrath convulsed Brigham's form. Yet more plainly visibly than this wrath was the look of disappointment that overspread his fea-tures. 
"You have deceived me!" he ejaculated. 
"Yes, he has," asserted Harry, with still an-other glance of triumph to Mornington's address. "His whole conduct to you, Mr. Young, has been a falsehood, and an imposture. And such being the case, the question arises, Shall we allow such a liar and knave to be present at our interview?" 
"I will save you the trouble of debating that question," declared the Danite leader, trying to assume a haughty and injured expression. "I will relieve you of my presence." 
"Go, then!" retorted Brigham angrily. 
The villain accordingly took his departure. 
"And now, Mr. Osburn," said Brigham, sink-ing into a chair, "let me hear what else has happened to you." 
Harry accordingly related how he had found Mornington senseless in the road; how he had attended him to the Look-out; how he had es-caped therefrom; how he had concealed him-self in the cellar of the mountain cabin: how he had listened to the conversation of Morn-ington and his men; and how he had final-ly followed Mornington and Tiger to the city. 
The surprise of Brigham at these revelations was intense. 
"And it seemed to me." declared Harry, on concluding his recital, "that you could have no knowledge of these villainies.” 
"No, I hadn't." 
"And it seemed to me too, Mr. Young, from all I know of your character, that you would not approve of this attempt to murder me. I was sure that you would reprobate the whole business." 
"I do reprobate it. You were quite right, sir. Your opinion only does me justice." 
"And I accordingly resolved to come straight to you, as late as it was, and bring the whole matter to your notice." 
"I am glad you did," declared Brigham em-phatically. "You have done me a great ser-vice." 
"I have seen too much service and too many men," proceeded Harry—"have had too much experience—am possessed of too much sense, to suppose, for a moment, Mr. Young, that you are a demon or an ogre. I have comprehended that you are essentially human—that you are, in the main, essentially like other men; that you act from well-defined motives, however mistaken those motives may be; and that, in a word, you have your good side and your good qualities. I have come here, therefore, to demand your pro-tection against the schemes of Mornington and the Elder, whatever those schemes may turn out to be—" 
"And you have done well, Mr. Osburn, in giv-ing me this proof of your confidence." inter-rupted the prophet, shaking Harry's hand warmly. "No one here shall harm you, if I can help it. No one shall molest Miss Burton. All this business is a great surprise to me. I must have time to think it over. You will not go to Dr. Burton's to-night?" 
"No, sir. It is too late. I propose to stop at Townsend's." 
"Very good—go to Brother Townsend's. Give him my card, and tell him I sent you. You'll find a porter to give you admittance. Come to me at any time, and we’ll talk further. Or look out for a visit from me. In any case, rest as-sured of my friendship and of all that friendship implies." 
"Thanks, Mr. Young. I shall doubtless call again in a day or two, if the Elder's little plot should further develop itself. Meanwhile many thanks for your good disposition toward me." 
And with this, with another shaking of hands, the young Gentile took his departure.
CHAPTER XVIII. 
A SEARCH FOR THE BURTONS. 
Not yours to tread or leave the unknown way; 
Ye must go o'er it, meet ye what ye may. 
FANNY KEMBLE. 
The thought uppermost in Harry's mind, as he passed through the gate in the wall inclosing the Prophet's Block, was that Mornington might be lurking in the neighborhood, with a view to waylay him. 
He accordingly flashed around him the rays of his lantern, which he had left burning during his interview with Brigham, and of which he had resumed possession at the moment of leav-ing the prophet's office. 
To his joy and surprise, he saw that no one was stirring, and that everything around him was as silent as quiet. The only living object visible was his horse, hitched to the post where he had left it. 
"He must have gone—and his Tiger with him," muttered Harry. "And now for Town-send's." 
In a few minutes, leading his horse and keep-ing a sharp look-out for an ambuscade, he ar-rived at his destination. 
The Salt Lake Hotel—or Townsend's, as it is more popularly called—Is a two story building, deeper than it is wide, with a flattish roof, and with a double veranda along its whole front, which is supported by wooden posts. In front of the establishment is a flag-staff, which also supports a signboard, and on the signboard is the name by which the house has become known as one of the best to be found in that remote wilderness. 
Fitz Hugh Ludlow, in his interesting Heart of the Continent, page 316, writes as follows: 
"Townsend, who keeps the Salt Lake Hotel, is a gruff but obliging man, between fifty and sixty. It never occurred to me that he was a Saint until Heber Kimball called him brother and the unobtrusive-ness of polygamy at its very head-quarters may be in-ferred from the fact that a week elapsed before it oc-curred to me that the industrious old lady who gave us such nice little dishes of scrambled eggs, and made us fresh coffee when we came down late to breakfast, was one Mrs. Townsend, and a younger woman who took such good care of our rooms was another." 
Considering the lateness of the hour, Harry was not surprised to find the hotel shrouded in darkness and wrapped in utter silence. 
"Let's see," he mused, after hitching his horse to a post, as he came to a halt under the long veranda, "where is the entrance?" 
The question was not easy to decide, there being several doors visible, but Harry soon se-lected a central one, which was about in the range of the flag-staff aforesaid, and knocked loudly upon it. 
"Hallo!" said a voice within. The sound of the voice was instantly followed by a stir, and the door was promptly opened. 
The proprietor himself appeared on the thresh-old. 
"Come in, neighbor." said he suavely. "You're a little belated, certain." 
Harry entered, bowing his acknowledgments, and the door was closed behind him. 
"Just got in myself," said Townsend, by way of explaining how he happened to answer Harry's knock in person. 
"You are Mr. Townsend, I suppose?" 
"Yes, sir." 
"Well, Mr. Townsend, here is a card that a friend of yours told me to give you, and to say that he sent me." 
Townsend glanced at the card given him, and then his face beamed like a newly risen sun. 
"That is all right, sir," he ejaculated. "A word from Brother Brigham is sufficient. You shall have the best the house affords, in every way, shape and manner. Just arrived in the city?" 
"Yes, sir. Got belated in the mountains. I've hitched my horse at the door." 
"All right. I will send a boy to take care of him. Had supper?" 
"Yes, sir." 
"Then you’ll go right to bed, sir?" 
While speaking, he had led the way to the register, and Harry entered his name upon it, as he replied: 
"Yes. sir; I'll retire immediately, if you please." 
A room was promptly assigned to him, and Townsend showed him to it—a plain, small, but neat apartment, on the second floor, with a win-dow looking upon the front upper veranda. 
"At what hour will you be called, Mr. Os-burn?" asked the attentive host. 
"I shall be astir early," replied Harry. "It will be unnecessary to call me." 
A "good-night" was exchanged, and Towns-end retired to his own room, after giving sun-dry orders to a servant, and Harry hastened to divest himself of his clothes and to ensconce himself between the sheets. For a few minutes he lay ruminating upon his adventures, and then his thoughts drifted dreamily away inquest of Winnie's bright image. 
And then all was a blank until morning. 
He was aroused at last by the double effect of the daylight flooding the room and the noise of a couple of men disputing in the hall, at no great distance from his door. To arise and make his toilet was the work of a couple of minutes, and then he descended to the dining- room, as bright and cheery as ever, all traces of his long journey and recent excit-ing adventures having vanished from his appear-ance. 
In another moment he was seated at a well-laden table, and one of the motherly wives of the host proceeded to wait upon him. 
His breakfast over, he made a few inquiries of Mr. Townsend, whom he encountered at the en-trance of the hotel, and then he set out for the residence of Dr. Burton, guiding himself by the copious directions Winnie had given him in a re-cent letter. 
In five minutes more he was upon the front steps of the doctor's dwelling, knocking loudly for admittance, and wondering at the strange silence by which the premises were per-vaded. 
There was no response to his knock, of course, and he hastened to repeat it. 
Still the same silence. 
Again and again he repeated his summons, but all to no purpose. 
"Can I have mistaken the house?" he thought. He asked the question of a youth who chanced to be passing, but was informed that the house was indeed the doctor's residence. 
"Then where can they all be?" said Harry to himself, as he proceeded to make a tour of " the place. "This is certainly strange!" 
The strangeness of everything increased rap-idly to the young Gentile's gaze, as he made a hasty survey of the premises. The family was unmistakably absent. 
"I can't understand this," thought Harry, as he returned to the front gate. "They must have all gone away on a visit, as singular as it seems." 
His puzzled and anxious look attracted the notice of a man who chanced to pass the house, on the way to his business in Main street. 
"Looking for the doctor?" asked this man. 
Harry assented eagerly. 
"Well, he is not at home. In fact, he left the city last evening." 
"Left the city? In what direction?" 
"To the eastward, I believe. In any case he has taken his final departure from Utah. But come with me to Frazer's. Frazer is the Doctor's most particular friend, and can tell you all about the matter. The Doctor, I believe, has had some legal troubles, or been threatened with some—I can't say what, as I've heard nothing beyond a few flying rumors. But let me show you the way to Frazer's, and he'll tell you all that has happened." 
Harry hastened to avail himself of this offer, and was soon at Frazer's—a snug store on Main street, whose proprietor was a druggist. 
Mr. Frazer was a somewhat diminutive man, but his material was of the best quality, as was evinced by his honest, rugged features, his kindly look, and the earnest pressure of his hands. 
He was soon posted by Harry's guide in re-gard to the inquiry in hand, and as quickly ejacu-lated:
“’Why, bless you! yes sir! i can tell you all about the matter:" and he led the way into his private office, after dismissing Harry's oblig-ing guide with a wave of the hand "Are You Harry Osburn?" 
Harry answered affirmatively. "Then you are the very man I was thinking about at the moment you entered the store," declared Mr. Frazer, with the warmth of a pleas-ant excitement. "I was just going down to Townsend's to see if you had reached the city. We knew, you see, that you would put up there, either before or after a call at the Doctor's resi-dence." 
"And the Doctor?" queried Harry anxiously. "Where is he?" 
"He has left us—in fact, has started for the East, family and all. This seems a little sudden to you, of course, and sudden it really is, but the movement has been preparing for two weeks past. The Doctor, you see, has been persecuted beyond endurance by a rascally old Mormon—a certain Elder True—who wishes to marry his daughter. This persecution was not necessarily dangerous. The Doctor could have counted upon his friends—could have called the whole Gentile element of the country to his aid—could even have taken refuge with his family at Camp Douglas—or could have barricaded his house, and bidden the enemy defiance. But the Doctor thought a retreat was better than a fight, and he has accordingly retreated." 
"At what time did he leave?" 
"At about midnight. But he charged me to keep a sharp look-out for your arrival, and to inform you, at the earliest possible moment, of his departure. He further charged me to tell you that you will find, at Mountain Jack's cabin in the mountains, full particulars as to his move-ments." 
"Thanks, Mr. Frazer. I will soon be at Moun-tain Jack's again. I stopped there last evening—in fact had some adventures in that vicinity which led me to make the acquaintance of Mrs. Weber. And you think that I will get full par-ticulars of the Doctor's flight at Weber's?" 
"Better than that, sir. If you go there im-mediately you'll find the Doctor himself. He will pass the day, I doubt not, at Mountain Jack's cabin." 
"Then I will be off at once." 
With hearty thanks to the druggist, Harry hastened back to the hotel, mounted his horse, and sped away on the Emigration Road into the mountains. 
In an hour and a half from the moment of his departure from the city, he was again at Moun-tain Jack's dwelling. 
"Why, it's Harry—it's Mr. Osburn!" ex-claimed "Mountain Jack's girl," in joyful sur-prise, showing herself at the door, as the young Gentile hastily alighted. "O, how glad I am to see you again!" 
And she ran to meet him. 
"I reciprocate your pleasure, Susan," said Harry gravely, as he pressed her tiny hand warmly. "But—is Miss Burton here?" 
"Here? No, sir. We've seen nothing of father, nor of Doctor Burton, nor of Miss Win-nie, nor of any one since you left us.
"The shadow of a great disappointment fell upon Harry's features. 
"Not here?" he murmured. 
"No. sir; and mother and I have been just as worried as we can be all the night and all the morning. Mother's afraid that the Doctor and father have had trouble in the city." 
The anxiety of the young Gentile deepened. 
"This is strange enough!" he ejaculated. "It is now ten o'clock in the morning. The forenoon is passing away. Where can they be?" 
Mrs. Weber here made her appearance, look-ing as if years had passed over her since the previous evening. 
"Can this be so bad as Susan tells me, Mrs. Weber?" asked Harry, after hearty salutations had been exchanged. "Can it be that the Doc- tor has not arrived?" 
"It is only too true," answered Mrs. Weber sadly, "and I know enough of my husband to know that no ordinary cause has detained him. There has been some terrible trouble." 
The heart of Harry Osburn echoed this con-viction only too completely. He thought of the perils that had beset his own way since the pre-ceding sunset, and it was easy to predicate upon that basis a great calamity to the Doctor and his family. But he was too considerate to breathe a word to Mrs. Weber and Susan of the appalling fears that now assailed him. 
"Let us hope that all is well, and that they will soon arrive in safety," he proposed, after a pause. "I will put up my horse, and remain here an hour or two, in hopes of seeing them. I am sure that the Doctor intended to come here, Mrs. Weber. He left word for me with a friend to this effect."
A couple of hours were accordingly consumed in waiting, and then Harry, whose anxieties had been constantly increasing, could no longer en-dure supinely the fears that assailed. 
"I must go and look for them, Mrs. Weber," he announced. "They must have fallen into evil hands in the mountains, somewhere be-tween here and the city. I must make a wide and earnest search for them. In fact, I’ll spend the whole day in this business. In the mean while, if Mr. Weber and the Doctor should ar-rive, let them send me word at Townsend's Hotel, which I will make my head-quarters." 
And with this Harry again mounted his horse and set his face toward the city. 
We need not pause upon the details of the search upon which Harry thus entered.
An hour passed, as in a terrible trance, and then another and another, while he searched every foot of the road between Big Kanyon. Creek and the Golden Pass. And then still other hours were consumed in the search of the city itself and the road he had already twice-traversed. 
And so night came on. 
The whole day had vanished in wild unrest and excitement, and not a sign of the where-abouts of Mountain Jack and the Burtons had been vouchsafed him. 
Again he went to Frazer's, again to the Doc-tor's dwelling, and then to various Gentile resi-dents of the city, but the only answer given to all these inquiries was, that the Doctor and his family had started for the East on the previous night. 
"I see how it is." at length ejaculated Harry, at a late hour of the evening, after he had waited at Townsend's some time for a message. "That Elder True has done for the Doctor and his family about what he tried to do for me! That vile Elder alone can reveal the mystery of their whereabouts. He alone is the man for me to look to. I will hasten to find him." 
And with this he looked to his arms, and started for the Elder's residence. 
[TO BE CONTINUED.]