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Show CHAPTER VI THE FOREWARNING THE coachman first drove us past the palace of the Prophet, which he pointed out to us with much pride. On our right, as we looked in over the garden wall, was the Manswn, or Beehtve House, a great whiteplastered adobe buildin~, balconied from ground to roof and surmounted wtth a symbolic beehive. On the left was a narrower-fronted structure that ran far back into the garden and was provided with many side doors and windows. By the stone lion that crouched above the portico of the front entrance, I recognized this barrack-like building as the Lion House, where according to Waller, Brigham kept the greater ~umber of his "regular" wives. Two smaller buildings, the offices of the Prophet, connected the fayades of the " Houses." It was the most imposing in fact the only imposing residence in Salt Lake Ctty. ' After pointing out the main features of the palace the coachman would have gone on to describe his master's domestic arrangements. I cut him short with a request to drive at once to Norton Senby's. He was not too well pleased over the interruption, but gathered up the reins. The blooded liorses whirled us down the street at a famous pace. A turn up and one across brought us to an ornamental iron gate near the corner of a residence square. Before this place the street wall was rather higher than elsewhere around the city blocks. But through the scrollwork of the gate we could see a picturesque 54 THE MORMON LION 55 adobe cottage with English latticed windows, nestlin!? in the midst of fruit trees. ' Can this be the home of Norton Senby, the merchant? " I asked the driver, surprised at the smallness of the house. " You are sure? I had thought Mr. Senby was more prosperous than this would seem to indicate." "He's prosperous enough," answered the driver. "Guess he sticks to the little 'do be to excuse his not obeying counsel. But he's got a double lot--corner one at that. Plenty of room for building on additions. He'll need to before long, according to my tell." "Very likely," I said, and I handed !urn a dollar. " Here's this for your trouble. Convey my thanks to Brother Brigham. You need not wait." He looked at the coin, grinned, and replied that he would stay until I saw whether the Senbys were at home. I assisted Lucy from the carriage and across the dirt walk to the gate. It was not locked. I felt sure that Mr. and Mrs. Senby had gone to see if their relatives were among the survivors of the last train. But the open gate gave me confidence that we would find a servant in charge. We entered the garden and walked back among the leafless peach trees to the low porch of the cottage. At my second knock the door was slowly drawn open and a faded little woman looked out at us with a smile of courteous inquiry. Her resemblance to Mrs. Neville was so marked that I knew she must be Mrs. Sen by. Yet she gazed full at Lucy with no trace of recognition in her sad eyes. " Oh I " gasped the girl. " Aunt Ellen-you do not know me I " " Lucy I " the little lady shrieked," starting back as though she were looking at a ghost. "You here I It can't be !- when we wrote to explain how dreadful -when we begged-implored your father and mother not to come into this sink of infamy! Child! child! have they tortured you already I You- the bonny |