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Show I78 struggled against us with all the strength of her desperate purpose. We overpowered her. At last Ann Jane was satisfied that we could do. no more with the emetic. Lucy lay m my arms, pantmg and exhausted and slowly sinking into the stupor. " Coffee I " said Ann Jane- " coffee, hot and str~ng as lye. I'll fetch it soon's I can .. Keep her walkmg up an' down. You!--" she pomted her finger at Brigham, who stood, as he had stood fro;n the fi.rst, dazed and motionless- " lend a hand, t other s1de. Keep her walking. Don't stop a minit I " Brigham started from his trance and seized hold of Lucy's arm. Instinctively she shrank from h1s touch; but he held fast. Between us we began to walk her rapidly from end to end of the parlour. Mrs. Senby had at last ceased her frenzied outcry and sat sobbing and moaning, her hands clasped on her heart. Lucy sank deeper and deeper mto the fatal stupor. It seemed as though Ann jane never would come. Lucy's head had sunk forward on her breast ; her feet dragged on the carpet. She could no longer take a step. Through the meshes of her beautiful rumpled hair I saw Bngharn's down bent face. turn a. sallow grey and drops of sweat trickle down h1s slack JOWL ' Into the kitchen! " I ordered. Ann Jane met us at the door with a bowl of hot bitter coffee. We forced it down the throat of the dying girl, and again hurried her up and down the parlour. She slowly revived a httle, only to smk down once !"ore into the Valley. Then, at last, Mrs. Sen by regamed her presence of rnmd. . . Ann Jane had run back for more coffe~. W1tho~t waiting to call her, Mrs. Sen by tottered mto Lucy s room. She carne back with a v1al rna~ ked Bdlqdonna. She guessed at a dose. I succeeded m adm1mstenng it to Lucy in half a glassful of water. Ann Jane came in with another bowlful of coffee. In time, whether owing to the coffee or to _the drug, the dear girl revived to the full use of her hrnbs and THE MORMON LION I79 roused from her stupor. She began weeping and piteously irnplorin15 us to Jet her die. " Stop it I stop 1t! " groaned Brigham. " You've beat me. I own it. I'm beat." She would not or could not understand. " Let me die! I want to save David, my David ! Please, please let me die I " " Hush, girl! " he quavered. " You've saved him a'ready. You've no need to die. No harm shall come to him. Not a hair of his head shall be touched. I swear it, by the Most High God!" She checked her sobs and stared at him through her blinding tears. " You swear it ? . . . But I - I cannot marry you -I cannot I Let me die I Oh, let me die! " " Wake up ! "he half shouted. " Can't you understand? I'm beat. Youdon'thavetobesealed tome, and he's safe. You're free to marry him. I counsel you to marry him whenever you like." At last she realized his meaning. Her look of gratitude and heavenly relief must have melted a heart of stone. He was on the verge of exhaustion ; he collapsed into an armchair. Ann Jane carne hurrying with more coffee. That and the stimulus of her great joy lifted Lucy up out of the last shadows of the dark Valley. We paid no heed to Brigham, crumpled down in the big chair. But Mrs. Senby brought him a glass of brandy. It gave him strength to rise. He hfted his hands in benediction. " Bless you, my children I "he said. "God will bless you too, Brother Bri15ham I " whispered Lucy, her trustful soul overflowmg with gratitude. " H'm-- A woman hasn't no power to invoke blessings," he corrected her. " About that counsel I just gave you-something was said at one time about your wishing to wait until the end of your year of mourning for your parents. Such delays are agin the |