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Show THROUGH GREAT TRIBULATION. 359 the ungodly Babylonians. Thence he branched off to the history of the Church, and recounted more persecutions than were suffered by the early Christians. Racks, hatchets, swords and dungeons glimmered through his sermon in mazy confusion, and he galloped recklessly over bloody figures of speech like an oratorical Bashi- Bazouk. Man-son was positively frightened, and suffered two weeks more of self- tor-menting fancies before he dared venture to see Marian. It was now late autumn, and the evening was cold, but his head felt hot enough as he turned the familiar corner in the sixth ward. To his amaze-ment, as he met the father coming out, the latter bowed low, spoke most graciously, then glanced around and hurried away as if he had been stealing a sheep ! What was the matter, thought Manson, that people in these peaceful valleys should be so afraid of each other? Surely this was the quietest city on the continent. Every traveler said so, and yet . There was Marian, alone in the large orchard and garden combined, which surrounds these Mormon dwellings. She smiled faintly, ex-tended her hand, and said something about " neglecting old friends." The hot blood rushed over him. His native " Hoosier" impulsive-ness had the mastery. He never could have told you how he did it how then can I? But he had her hand. He was kissing it. He was pouring out passionate words. Now he had her in his arms. He said every thing and nothing. He left every sentence unfinished. His speech could not have been reported by a lightning phonogra-pher. There were no connected words in it, indeed. But it had the essential element of strength. And at the end of it, they were far back in a thicket; his hat was upon the ground, her head upon his shoulder, and he felt as if he needed a dozen arms and hands. And yet the innocent fellow did not know if his prayer had been granted. Time was needed to make it clear to his mind. But after the storm came a great calm of enjoyment. The cold night was unheeded by the happy lovers, till the step of her father returning from the " expe-rience meeting" aroused them to the painful fact that they were still in a world of difficulties, and that much lay between them and the fruition of their hopes. But Manson went home as if he trod on air. He was too happy to sleep. The first revulsion came when, at the usual hour next day, he saw Elder Briarly enter. But now the pecul-iarities of the elder seemed tenfold increased. He talked in a loud and aggressive tone with the few Mormon customers. AVhen they had gone, he seemed to fall into a reverie. Manson felt instinctively that the elder had learned all from his daughter, and his heart beat with |