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Show THROUGH GREAT TRIBULATION. 365 happy in the midst of all the hardships. For now he had a recog-nized right to care for Marian. The miseries of the journey so early in the season need not be recounted. The open sky, or a rude tent, for women and children in March and April, on the high plains, would seem bad enough ; but to Marian and her father they were lux-ury itself compared with what they remembered of their journey out. They mourned their kinsman, Thomas James, who had gone south a few days before their departure ; but for themselves they rejoiced over every mile put between them and Utah. The mountains were passed, and early summer found them on the Missouri, eleven years after they had left it as fanatical Mormons. Eleven years, from the short span of life, in what had been to Elder Briarly a school of deg-radation. A new era had set in. The Pacific Railroad was pushing westward, and paper cities were springing up along its way. Leaving his friends in Iowa, Manson again turned his face westward, determined to win a fortune before he should claim Marian for his own. Through all the ups and downs of that strange moving community, from Cheyenne to Promontory, he toiled on, ever keeping in mind the prize that awaited him, and thus guarded against the temptations which prevailed over so many. The autumn of 1869 found him again in Utah, now among the new mines which were every- where being opened. His old friend, Hank Briarly, wy as exploring the west mountains, and urged Manson to join him. Before determining his course, business called him to Green River. There, as he walked, amid the ruins of that railroad " city," he was astonished at being accosted by a lady of pleasant aspect, but with a face on which trouble had left its mark. She had visited in turn every railroad town, and her one inquiry was, " Do you know any man about here by the name of Henry Beatty?" Startled as Manson was by this inquiry, some instinct made him cautious in his reply. Yes, he did know him, and he believed Beatty was now in Utah. The lady overwhelmed him with thanks, and ac-companied him on the next train to Ogden. Her joy prevailed over her reserve. She talked to Manson as an old friend. While she gently complained of the long silence of her husband, she yet found a thousand excuses for, him. " He was so high spirited," she said, " and not willing to plod along the common road. I am English born, you know, and had property left me in my own name ; and it worried Mr. Beatty that he should not add as much more ; and nine years ago dear me, how |