At last, and not long before the blow fell on my unhappy family, I
chanced to see the doctor's house in a new light.  My father was
ill; my mother confined to his bedside; and I was suffered to go,
under the charge of our driver, to the lonely house some twenty
miles away, where our packages were left for us.  The horse cast a
shoe; night overtook us halfway home; and it was well on for three
in the morning when the driver and I, alone in a light waggon, came
to that part of the road which ran below the doctor's house.  The
moon swam clear; the cliffs and mountains in this strong light lay
utterly deserted; but the house, from its station on the top of the
long slope and close under the bluff, not only shone abroad from
every window like a place of festival, but from the great chimney
at the west end poured forth a coil of smoke so thick and so
voluminous, that it hung for miles along the windless night air,
and its shadow lay far abroad in the moonlight upon the glittering
alkali.  As we continued to draw near, besides, a regular and
panting throb began to divide the silence.  First it seemed to me
like the beating of a heart; and next it put into my mind the
thought of some giant, smothered under mountains and still, with
incalculable effort, fetching breath.  I had heard of the railway,
though I had not seen it, and I turned to ask the driver if this
resembled it.  But some look in his eye, some pallor, whether of
fear or moonlight on his face, caused the words to die upon my
lips.  We continued, therefore, to advance in silence, till we were
close below the lighted house; when suddenly, without one
premonitory rustle, there burst forth a report of such a bigness
that it shook the earth and set the echoes of the mountains
thundering from cliff to cliff.  A pillar of amber flame leaped
from the chimney-top and fell in multitudes of sparks; and at the
same time the lights in the windows turned for one instant ruby red
and then expired.  The driver had checked his horse instinctively,
and the echoes were still rumbling farther off among the mountains,
when there broke from the now darkened interior a series of yells--
whether of man or woman it was impossible to guess--the door flew
open, and there ran forth into the moonlight, at the top of the
long slope, a figure clad in white, which began to dance and leap
and throw itself down, and roll as if in agony, before the house.
I could no more restrain my cries; the driver laid his lash about
the horse's flank, and we fled up the rough track at the peril of
our lives; and did not draw rein till, turning the corner of the
mountain, we beheld my father's ranch and deep, green groves and
gardens, sleeping in the tranquil light.

This was the one adventure of my life, until my father had climbed
to the very topmost point of material prosperity, and I myself had
reached the age of seventeen.  I was still innocent and merry like
a child; tended my garden or ran upon the hills in glad simplicity;
gave not a thought to coquetry or to material cares; and if my eye
rested on my own image in a mirror or some sylvan spring, it was to
seek and recognise the features of my parents.  But the fears which
had long pressed on others were now to be laid on my youth.  I had
thrown myself, one sultry, cloudy afternoon, on a divan; the
windows stood open on the verandah, where my mother sat with her
embroidery; and when my father joined her from the garden, their
conversation, clearly audible to me, was of so startling a nature
that it held me enthralled where I lay.

'The blow has come,' my father said, after a long pause.

I could hear my mother start and turn, but in words she made no
reply.

'Yes,' continued my father, 'I have received to-day a list of all
that I possess; of all, I say; of what I have lent privately to men
whose lips are sealed with terror; of what I have buried with my
own hand on the bare mountain, when there was not a bird in heaven.
Does the air, then, carry secrets?  Are the hills of glass?  Do the
stones we tread upon preserve the footprint to betray us?  Oh,
Lucy, Lucy, that we should have come to such a country!'

'But this,' returned my mother, 'is no very new or very threatening
event.  You are accused of some concealment.  You will pay more
taxes in the future, and be mulcted in a fine.  It is disquieting,
indeed, to find our acts so spied upon, and the most private known.
But is this new?  Have we not long feared and suspected every blade
of grass?'

'Ay, and our shadows!' cried my father.  'But all this is nothing.
Here is the letter that accompanied the list.'

I heard my mother turn the pages, and she was some time silent.

'I see,' she said at last; and then, with the tone of one reading:
'"From a believer so largely blessed by Providence with this
world's goods,"' she continued, '"the Church awaits in confidence
some signal mark of piety."  There lies the sting.  Am I not right?
These are the words you fear?'

'These are the words,' replied my father.  'Lucy, you remember
Priestley?  Two days before he disappeared, he carried me to the
summit of an isolated butte; we could see around us for ten miles;
sure, if in any quarter of this land a man were safe from spies, it
were in such a station; but it was in the very ague-fit of terror
that he told me, and that I heard, his story.  He had received a
letter such as this; and he submitted to my approval an answer, in
which he offered to resign a third of his possessions.  I conjured
him, as he valued life, to raise his offering; and, before we
parted, he had doubled the amount.  Well, two days later he was
gone--gone from the chief street of the city in the hour of noon--
and gone for ever.  O God!' cried my father, 'by what art do they
thus spirit out of life the solid body?  What death do they command
that leaves no traces? that this material structure, these strong
arms, this skeleton that can resist the grave for centuries, should
be thus reft in a moment from the world of sense?  A horror dwells
in that thought more awful than mere death.'

'Is there no hope in Grierson?' asked my mother.

'Dismiss the thought,' replied my father.  'He now knows all that I
can teach, and will do naught to save me.  His power, besides, is
small, his own danger not improbably more imminent than mine; for
he, too, lives apart; he leaves his wives neglected and unwatched;
he is openly cited for an unbeliever; and unless he buys security
at a more awful price--but no; I will not believe it:  I have no
love for him, but I will not believe it.'

'Believe what?' asked my mother; and then, with a change of note,
'But oh, what matters it?' she cried.  'Abimelech, there is but one
way open:  we must fly!'

'It is in vain,' returned my father.  'I should but involve you in
my fate.  To leave this land is hopeless:  we are closed in it as
men are closed in life; and there is no issue but the grave.'

'We can but die then,' replied my mother.  'Let us at least die
together.  Let not Asenath {2} and myself survive you.  Think to
what a fate we should be doomed!'

My father was unable to resist her tender violence; and though I
could see he nourished not one spark of hope, he consented to
desert his whole estate, beyond some hundreds of dollars that he
had by him at the moment, and to flee that night, which promised to
be dark and cloudy.  As soon as the servants were asleep, he was to
load two mules with provisions; two others were to carry my mother
and myself; and, striking through the mountains by an unfrequented
trail, we were to make a fair stroke for liberty and life.  As soon
as they had thus decided, I showed myself at the window, and,
owning that I had heard all, assured them that they could rely on
my prudence and devotion.  I had no fear, indeed, but to show
myself unworthy of my birth; I held my life in my hand without
alarm; and when my father, weeping upon my neck, had blessed Heaven
for the courage of his child, it was with a sentiment of pride and
some of the joy that warriors take in war, that I began to look
forward to the perils of our flight.

Before midnight, under an obscure and starless heaven, we had left
far behind us the plantations of the valley, and were mounting a
certain canyon in the hills, narrow, encumbered with great rocks,
and echoing with the roar of a tumultuous torrent.  Cascade after
cascade thundered and hung up its flag of whiteness in the night,
or fanned our faces with the wet wind of its descent.  The trail
was breakneck, and led to famine-guarded deserts; it had been long
since deserted for more practicable routes; and it was now a part
of the world untrod from year to year by human footing. Judge of
our dismay, when turning suddenly an angle of the cliffs, we found
a bright bonfire blazing by itself under an impending rock; and on
the face of the rock, drawn very rudely with charred wood, the
great Open Eye which is the emblem of the Mormon faith.  We looked
upon each other in the firelight; my mother broke into a passion of
tears; but not a word was said.  The mules were turned about; and
leaving that great eye to guard the lonely canyon, we retraced our
steps in silence.  Day had not yet broken ere we were once more at
home, condemned beyond reprieve.

What answer my father sent I was not told; but two days later, a
little before sundown, I saw a plain, honest-looking man ride
slowly up the road in a great pother of dust.  He was clad in
homespun, with a broad straw hat; wore a patriarchal beard; and had
an air of a simple rustic farmer, that was, in my eyes, very
reassuring.  He was, indeed, a very honest man and pious Mormon;
with no liking for his errand, though neither he nor any one in
Utah dared to disobey; and it was with every mark of diffidence
that he had had himself announced as Mr. Aspinwall, and entered the
room where our unhappy family was gathered.  My mother and me, he
awkwardly enough dismissed; and as soon as he was alone with my
father laid before him a blank signature of President Young's, and
offered him a choice of services:  either to set out as a
missionary to the tribes about the White Sea, or to join the next
day, with a party of Destroying Angels, in the massacre of sixty
German immigrants.  The last, of course, my father could not
entertain, and the first he regarded as a pretext:  even if he
could consent to leave his wife defenceless, and to collect fresh
victims for the tyranny under which he was himself oppressed, he
felt sure he would never be suffered to return.  He refused both;
and Aspinwall, he said, betrayed sincere emotion, part religious,
at the spectacle of such disobedience, but part human, in pity for
my father and his family.  He besought him to reconsider his
decision; and at length, finding he could not prevail, gave him
till the moon rose to settle his affairs, and say farewell to wife
and daughter.  'For,' said he, 'then, at the latest, you must ride
with me.'

I dare not dwell upon the hours that followed:  they fled all too
fast; and presently the moon out-topped the eastern range, and my
father and Mr. Aspinwall set forth, side by side, on their
nocturnal journey.  My mother, though still bearing an heroic
countenance, had hastened to shut herself in her apartment,
thenceforward solitary; and I, alone in the dark house, and
consumed by grief and apprehension, made haste to saddle my Indian
pony, to ride up to the corner of the mountain, and to enjoy one
farewell sight of my departing father.  The two men had set forth
at a deliberate pace; nor was I long behind them, when I reached
the point of view.  I was the more amazed to see no moving creature
in the landscape.  The moon, as the saying is, shone bright as day;
and nowhere, under the whole arch of night, was there a growing
tree, a bush, a farm, a patch of tillage, or any evidence of man,
but one.  From the corner where I stood, a rugged bastion of the
line of bluffs concealed the doctor's house; and across the top of
that projection the soft night wind carried and unwound about the
hills a coil of sable smoke.  What fuel could produce a vapour so
sluggish to dissipate in that dry air, or what furnace pour it
forth so copiously, I was unable to conceive; but I knew well
enough that it came from the doctor's chimney; I saw well enough
that my father had already disappeared; and in despite of reason, I
connected in my mind the loss of that dear protector with the
ribbon of foul smoke that trailed along the mountains.

Days passed, and still my mother and I waited in vain for news; a
week went by, a second followed, but we heard no word of the father
and husband.  As smoke dissipates, as the image glides from the
mirror, so in the ten or twenty minutes that I had spent in getting
my horse and following upon his trail, had that strong and brave
man vanished out of life.  Hope, if any hope we had, fled with
every hour; the worst was now certain for my father, the worst was
to be dreaded for his defenceless family.  Without weakness, with a
desperate calm at which I marvel when I look back upon it, the
widow and the orphan awaited the event.  On the last day of the
third week we rose in the morning to find ourselves alone in the
house, alone, so far as we searched, on the estate; all our
attendants, with one accord, had fled:  and as we knew them to be
gratefully devoted, we drew the darkest intimations from their
flight.  The day passed, indeed, without event; but in the fall of
the evening we were called at last into the verandah by the
approaching clink of horse's hoofs.

The doctor, mounted on an Indian pony, rode into the garden,
dismounted, and saluted us.  He seemed much more bent, and his hair
more silvery than ever; but his demeanour was composed, serious,
and not unkind.

'Madam,' said he, 'I am come upon a weighty errand; and I would
have you recognise it as an effect of kindness in the President,
that he should send as his ambassador your only neighbour and your
husband's oldest friend in Utah.'

'Sir,' said my mother, 'I have but one concern, one thought.  You
know well what it is.  Speak:  my husband?'

'Madam,' returned the doctor, taking a chair on the verandah, 'if
you were a silly child, my position would now be painfully
embarrassing.  You are, on the other hand, a woman of great
intelligence and fortitude:  you have, by my forethought, been
allowed three weeks to draw your own conclusions and to accept the
inevitable.  Farther words from me are, I conceive, superfluous.'

My mother was as pale as death, and trembled like a reed; I gave
her my hand, and she kept it in the folds of her dress and wrung it
till I could have cried aloud.  'Then, sir,' said she at last, 'you
speak to deaf ears.  If this be indeed so, what have I to do with
errands?  What do I ask of Heaven but to die?'

'Come,' said the doctor, 'command yourself.  I bid you dismiss all
thoughts of your late husband, and bring a clear mind to bear upon
your own future and the fate of that young girl.'

'You bid me dismiss--' began my mother.  'Then you know!' she
cried.

'I know,' replied the doctor.

'You know?' broke out the poor woman.  'Then it was you who did the
deed!  I tear off the mask, and with dread and loathing see you as
you are--you, whom the poor fugitive beholds in nightmares, and
awakes raving--you, the Destroying Angel!'

'Well, madam, and what then?' returned the doctor.  'Have not my
fate and yours been similar?  Are we not both immured in this
strong prison of Utah?  Have you not tried to flee, and did not the
Open Eye confront you in the canyon?  Who can escape the watch of
that unsleeping eye of Utah?  Not I, at least.  Horrible tasks
have, indeed, been laid upon me; and the most ungrateful was the
last; but had I refused my offices, would that have spared your
husband?  You know well it would not.  I, too, had perished along
with him; nor would I have been able to alleviate his last moments,
nor could I to-day have stood between his family and the hand of
Brigham Young.'

'Ah!' cried I, 'and could you purchase life by such concessions?'

'Young lady,' answered the doctor, 'I both could and did; and you
will live to thank me for that baseness.  You have a spirit,
Asenath, that it pleases me to recognise.  But we waste time.  Mr.
Fonblanque's estate reverts, as you doubtless imagine, to the
Church; but some part of it has been reserved for him who is to
marry the family; and that person, I should perhaps tell you
without more delay, is no other than myself.'

At this odious proposal my mother and I cried out aloud, and clung
together like lost souls.

'It is as I supposed,' resumed the doctor, with the same measured
utterance.  'You recoil from this arrangement.  Do you expect me to
convince you?  You know very well that I have never held the Mormon
view of women.  Absorbed in the most arduous studies, I have left
the slatterns whom they call my wives to scratch and quarrel among
themselves; of me, they have had nothing but my purse; such was not
the union I desired, even if I had the leisure to pursue it.  No:
you need not, madam, and my old friend'--and here the doctor rose
and bowed with something of gallantry--'you need not apprehend my
importunities.  On the contrary, I am rejoiced to read in you a
Roman spirit; and if I am obliged to bid you follow me at once, and
that in the name, not of my wish, but of my orders, I hope it will
be found that we are of a common mind.'

So, bidding us dress for the road, he took a lamp (for the night
had now fallen) and set off to the stable to prepare our horses.

'What does it mean?--what will become of us?' I cried.

'Not that, at least,' replied my mother, shuddering.  'So far we
can trust him.  I seem to read among his words a certain tragic
promise.  Asenath, if I leave you, if I die, you will not forget
your miserable parents?'

Thereupon we fell to cross-purposes:  I beseeching her to explain
her words; she putting me by, and continuing to recommend the
doctor for a friend.  'The doctor!' I cried at last; 'the man who
killed my father?'

'Nay,' said she, 'let us be just.  I do believe before, Heaven, he
played the friendliest part.  And he alone, Asenath, can protect
you in this land of death.'

At this the doctor returned, leading our two horses; and when we
were all in the saddle, he bade me ride on before, as he had matter
to discuss with Mrs. Fonblanque.  They came at a foot's pace,
eagerly conversing in a whisper; and presently after the moon rose
and showed them looking eagerly in each other's faces as they went,
my mother laying her hand upon the doctor's arm, and the doctor
himself, against his usual custom, making vigorous gestures of
protest or asseveration.

At the foot of the track which ascended the talus of the mountain
to his door, the doctor overtook me at a trot.

'Here,' he said, 'we shall dismount; and as your mother prefers to
be alone, you and I shall walk together to my house.'

'Shall I see her again?' I asked.

'I give you my word,' he said, and helped me to alight.  'We leave
the horses here,' he added.  'There are no thieves in this stone
wilderness.'

The track mounted gradually, keeping the house in view.  The
windows were once more bright; the chimney once more vomited smoke;
but the most absolute silence reigned, and, but for the figure of
my mother very slowly following in our wake, I felt convinced there
was no human soul within a range of miles.  At the thought, I
looked upon the doctor, gravely walking by my side, with his bowed
shoulders and white hair, and then once more at his house, lit up
and pouring smoke like some industrious factory.  And then my
curiosity broke forth.  'In Heaven's name,' I cried, 'what do you
make in this inhuman desert?'

He looked at me with a peculiar smile, and answered with an evasion
-

'This is not the first time,' said he, 'that you have seen my
furnaces alight.  One morning, in the small hours, I saw you
driving past; a delicate experiment miscarried; and I cannot acquit
myself of having startled either your driver or the horse that drew
you.'

'What!' cried I, beholding again in fancy the antics of the figure,
'could that be you?'

'It was I,' he replied; 'but do not fancy that I was mad.  I was in
agony.  I had been scalded cruelly.'

We were now near the house, which, unlike the ordinary houses of
the country, was built of hewn stone and very solid.  Stone, too,
was its foundation, stone its background.  Not a blade of grass
sprouted among the broken mineral about the walls, not a flower
adorned the windows.  Over the door, by way of sole adornment, the
Mormon Eye was rudely sculptured; I had been brought up to view
that emblem from my childhood; but since the night of our escape,
it had acquired a new significance, and set me shrinking.  The
smoke rolled voluminously from the chimney top, its edges ruddy
with the fire; and from the far corner of the building, near the
ground, angry puffs of steam shone snow-white in the moon and
vanished.

The doctor opened the door and paused upon the threshold.  'You ask
me what I make here,' he observed.  'Two things:  Life and Death.'
And he motioned me to enter.

'I shall await my mother,' said I.

'Child,' he replied, 'look at me:  am I not old and broken?  Of us
two, which is the stronger, the young maiden or the withered man?'

I bowed, and passing by him, entered a vestibule or kitchen, lit by
a good fire and a shaded reading-lamp.  It was furnished only with
a dresser, a rude table, and some wooden benches; and on one of
these the doctor motioned me to take a seat; and passing by another
door into the interior of the house, he left me to myself.
Presently I heard the jar of iron from the far end of the building;
and this was followed by the same throbbing noise that had startled
me in the valley, but now so near at hand as to be menacing by
loudness, and even to shake the house with every recurrence of the
stroke.  I had scarce time to master my alarm when the doctor
returned, and almost in the same moment my mother appeared upon the
threshold.  But how am I to describe to you the peace and
ravishment of that face?  Years seemed to have passed over her head
during that brief ride, and left her younger and fairer; her eyes
shone, her smile went to my heart; she seemed no more a woman but
the angel of ecstatic tenderness.  I ran to her in a kind of
terror; but she shrank a little back and laid her finger on her
lips, with something arch and yet unearthly.  To the doctor, on the
contrary, she reached out her hand as to a friend and helper; and
so strange was the scene that I forgot to be offended.

'Lucy,' said the doctor, 'all is prepared.  Will you go alone, or
shall your daughter follow us?'

'Let Asenath come,' she answered, 'dear Asenath!  At this hour,
when I am purified of fear and sorrow, and already survive myself
and my affections, it is for your sake, and not for mine, that I
desire her presence.  Were she shut out, dear friend, it is to be
feared she might misjudge your kindness.'

'Mother,' I cried wildly, 'mother, what is this?'

But my mother, with her radiant smile, said only 'Hush!' as though
I were a child again, and tossing in some fever-fit; and the doctor
bade me be silent and trouble her no more.  'You have made a
choice,' he continued, addressing my mother, 'that has often
strangely tempted me.  The two extremes:  all, or else nothing;
never, or this very hour upon the clock--these have been my
incongruous desires.  But to accept the middle term, to be content
with a half-gift, to flicker awhile and to burn out--never for an
hour, never since I was born, has satisfied the appetite of my
ambition.'  He looked upon my mother fixedly, much of admiration
and some touch of envy in his eyes; then, with a profound sigh, he
led the way into the inner room.

It was very long.  From end to end it was lit up by many lamps,
which by the changeful colour of their light, and by the incessant
snapping sounds with which they burned, I have since divined to be
electric.  At the extreme end an open door gave us a glimpse into
what must have been a lean-to shed beside the chimney; and this, in
strong contrast to the room, was painted with a red reverberation
as from furnace-doors.  The walls were lined with books and glazed
cases, the tables crowded with the implements of chemical research;
great glass accumulators glittered in the light; and through a hole
in the gable near the shed door, a heavy driving-belt entered the
apartment and ran overhead upon steel pulleys, with clumsy activity
and many ghostly and fluttering sounds.  In one corner I perceived
a chair resting upon crystal feet, and curiously wreathed with
wire.  To this my mother advanced with a decisive swiftness.

'Is this it?' she asked.

The doctor bowed in silence.

'Asenath,' said my mother, 'in this sad end of my life I have found
one helper.  Look upon him:  it is Doctor Grierson.  Be not, oh my
daughter, be not ungrateful to that friend!'

She sate upon the chair, and took in her hands the globes that
terminated the arms.

'Am I right?' she asked, and looked upon the doctor with such a
radiancy of face that I trembled for her reason.  Once more the
doctor bowed, but this time leaning hard against the wall.  He must
have touched a spring.  The least shock agitated my mother where
she sat; the least passing jar appeared to cross her features; and
she sank back in the chair like one resigned to weariness.  I was
at her knees that moment; but her hands fell loosely in my grasp;
her face, still beatified with the same touching smile, sank
forward on her bosom:  her spirit had for ever fled.

I do not know how long may have elapsed before, raising for a
moment my tearful face, I met the doctor's eyes.  They rested upon
mine with such a depth of scrutiny, pity, and interest, that even
from the freshness of my sorrow, I was startled into attention.

'Enough,' he said, 'to lamentation.  Your mother went to death as
to a bridal, dying where her husband died.  It is time, Asenath, to
think of the survivors.  Follow me to the next room.'

I followed him, like a person in a dream; he made me sit by the
fire, he gave me wine to drink; and then, pacing the stone floor,
he thus began to address me -

'You are now, my child, alone in the world, and under the immediate
watch of Brigham Young.  It would be your lot, in ordinary
circumstances, to become the fiftieth bride of some ignoble elder,
or by particular fortune, as fortune is counted in this land, to
find favour in the eyes of the President himself.  Such a fate for
a girl like you were worse than death; better to die as your mother
died than to sink daily deeper in the mire of this pit of woman's
degradation.  But is escape conceivable?  Your father tried; and
you beheld yourself with what security his jailers acted, and how a
dumb drawing on a rock was counted a sufficient sentry over the
avenues of freedom.  Where your father failed, will you be wiser or
more fortunate? or are you, too, helpless in the toils?'

I had followed his words with changing emotion, but now I believed
I understood.

'I see,' I cried; 'you judge me rightly.  I must follow where my
parents led; and oh! I am not only willing, I am eager!'

'No,' replied the doctor, 'not death for you.  The flawed vessel we
may break, but not the perfect.  No, your mother cherished a
different hope, and so do I.  I see,' he cried, 'the girl develop
to the completed woman, the plan reach fulfilment, the promise--ay,
outdone!  I could not bear to arrest so lively, so comely a
process.  It was your mother's thought,' he added, with a change of
tone, 'that I should marry you myself.'  I fear I must have shown a
perfect horror of aversion from this fate, for he made haste to
quiet me.  'Reassure yourself, Asenath,' he resumed.  'Old as I am,
I have not forgotten the tumultuous fancies of youth.  I have
passed my days, indeed, in laboratories; but in all my vigils I
have not forgotten the tune of a young pulse.  Age asks with
timidity to be spared intolerable pain; youth, taking fortune by
the beard, demands joy like a right.  These things I have not
forgotten; none, rather, has more keenly felt, none more jealously
considered them; I have but postponed them to their day.  See,
then:  you stand without support; the only friend left to you, this
old investigator, old in cunning, young in sympathy.  Answer me but
one question:  Are you free from the entanglement of what the world
calls love?  Do you still command your heart and purposes? or are
you fallen in some bond-slavery of the eye and ear?'

I answered him in broken words; my heart, I think I must have told
him, lay with my dead parents.

'It is enough,' he said.  'It has been my fate to be called on
often, too often, for those services of which we spoke to-night;
none in Utah could carry them so well to a conclusion; hence there
has fallen into my hands a certain share of influence which I now
lay at your service, partly for the sake of my dead friends, your
parents; partly for the interest I bear you in your own right.  I
shall send you to England, to the great city of London, there to
await the bridegroom I have selected.  He shall be a son of mine, a
young man suitable in age and not grossly deficient in that quality
of beauty that your years demand.  Since your heart is free, you
may well pledge me the sole promise that I ask in return for much
expense and still more danger:  to await the arrival of that
bridegroom with the delicacy of a wife.'

I sat awhile stunned.  The doctor's marriages, I remembered to have
heard, had been unfruitful; and this added perplexity to my
distress.  But I was alone, as he had said, alone in that dark
land; the thought of escape, of any equal marriage, was already
enough to revive in me some dawn of hope; and in what words I know
not, I accepted the proposal.

He seemed more moved by my consent than I could reasonably have
looked for.  'You shall see,' he cried; 'you shall judge for
yourself.'  And hurrying to the next room he returned with a small
portrait somewhat coarsely done in oils.  It showed a man in the
dress of nearly forty years before, young indeed, but still
recognisable to be the doctor.  'Do you like it?' he asked.  'That
is myself when I was young.  My--my boy will be like that, like but
nobler; with such health as angels might condescend to envy; and a
man of mind, Asenath, of commanding mind.  That should be a man, I
think; that should be one among ten thousand.  A man like that--one
to combine the passions of youth with the restraint, the force, the
dignity of age--one to fill all the parts and faculties, one to be
man's epitome--say, will that not satisfy the needs of an ambitious
girl?  Say, is not that enough?'  And as he held the picture close
before my eyes, his hands shook.

I told him briefly I would ask no better, for I was transpierced
with this display of fatherly emotion; but even as I said the
words, the most insolent revolt surged through my arteries.  I held
him in horror, him, his portrait, and his son; and had there been
any choice but death or a Mormon marriage, I declare before Heaven
I had embraced it.

'It is well,' he replied, 'and I had rightly counted on your
spirit.  Eat, then, for you have far to go.'  So saying, he set
meat before me; and while I was endeavouring to obey, he left the
room and returned with an armful of coarse raiment.  'There,' said
he, 'is your disguise.  I leave you to your toilet.'

The clothes had probably belonged to a somewhat lubberly boy of
fifteen; and they hung about me like a sack, and cruelly hampered
my movements.  But what filled me with uncontrollable shudderings,
was the problem of their origin and the fate of the lad to whom
they had belonged.  I had scarcely effected the exchange when the
doctor returned, opened a back window, helped me out into the
narrow space between the house and the overhanging bluffs, and
showed me a ladder of iron footholds mortised in the rock.
'Mount,' he said, 'swiftly.  When you are at the summit, walk, so
far as you are able, in the shadow of the smoke.  The smoke will
bring you, sooner or later, to a canyon; follow that down, and you
will find a man with two horses.  Him you will implicitly obey.
And remember, silence!  That machinery, which I now put in motion
for your service, may by one word be turned against you.  Go;
Heaven prosper you!'

The ascent was easy.  Arrived at the top of the cliff, I saw before
me on the other side a vast and gradual declivity of stone, lying
bare to the moon and the surrounding mountains.  Nowhere was any
vantage or concealment; and knowing how these deserts were beset
with spies, I made haste to veil my movements under the blowing
trail of smoke.  Sometimes it swam high, rising on the night wind,
and I had no more substantial curtain than its moon-thrown shadow;
sometimes again it crawled upon the earth, and I would walk in it,
no higher than to my shoulders, like some mountain fog.  But, one
way or another, the smoke of that ill-omened furnace protected the
first steps of my escape, and led me unobserved to the canyon.

There, sure enough, I found a taciturn and sombre man beside a pair
of saddle-horses; and thenceforward, all night long, we wandered in
silence by the most occult and dangerous paths among the mountains.
A little before the dayspring we took refuge in a wet and gusty
cavern at the bottom of a gorge; lay there all day concealed; and
the next night, before the glow had faded out of the west, resumed
our wanderings.  About noon we stopped again, in a lawn upon a
little river, where was a screen of bushes; and here my guide,
handing me a bundle from his pack, bade me change my dress once
more.  The bundle contained clothing of my own, taken from our
house, with such necessaries as a comb and soap.  I made my toilet
by the mirror of a quiet pool; and as I was so doing, and smiling
with some complacency to see myself restored to my own image, the
mountains rang with a scream of far more than human piercingness;
and while I still stood astonished, there sprang up and swiftly
increased a storm of the most awful and earth-rending sounds.
Shall I own to you, that I fell upon my face and shrieked?  And yet
this was but the overland train winding among the near mountains:
the very means of my salvation:  the strong wings that were to
carry me from Utah!

When I was dressed, the guide gave me a bag, which contained, he
said, both money and papers; and telling me that I was already over
the borders in the territory of Wyoming, bade me follow the stream
until I reached the railway station, half a mile below.  'Here,' he
added, 'is your ticket as far as Council Bluffs.  The East express
will pass in a few hours.'  With that, he took both horses, and,
without further words or any salutation, rode off by the way that
we had come.

Three hours afterwards, I was seated on the end platform of the
train as it swept eastward through the gorges and thundered in
tunnels of the mountain.  The change of scene, the sense of escape,
the still throbbing terror of pursuit--above all, the astounding
magic of my new conveyance, kept me from any logical or melancholy
thought.  I had gone to the doctor's house two nights before
prepared to die, prepared for worse than death; what had passed,
terrible although it was, looked almost bright compared to my
anticipations; and it was not till I had slept a full night in the
flying palace car, that I awoke to the sense of my irreparable loss
and to some reasonable alarm about the future.  In this mood, I
examined the contents of the bag.  It was well supplied with gold;
it contained tickets and complete directions for my journey as far
as Liverpool, and a long letter from the doctor, supplying me with
a fictitious name and story, recommending the most guarded silence,
and bidding me to await faithfully the coming of his son.  All then
had been arranged beforehand:  he had counted upon my consent, and
what was tenfold worse, upon my mother's voluntary death.  My
horror of my only friend, my aversion for this son who was to marry
me, my revolt against the whole current and conditions of my life,
were now complete.  I was sitting stupefied by my distress and
helplessness, when, to my joy, a very pleasant lady offered me her
conversation.  I clutched at the relief; and I was soon glibly
telling her the story in the doctor's letter:  how I was a Miss
Gould, of Nevada City, going to England to an uncle, what money I
had, what family, my age, and so forth, until I had exhausted my
instructions, and, as the lady still continued to ply me with
questions, began to embroider on my own account.  This soon carried
one of my inexperience beyond her depth; and I had already remarked
a shadow on the lady's face, when a gentleman drew near and very
civilly addressed me.

'Miss Gould, I believe?' said he; and then, excusing himself to the
lady by the authority of my guardian, drew me to the fore platform
of the Pullman car.  'Miss Gould,' he said in my ear, 'is it
possible that you suppose yourself in safety?  Let me completely
undeceive you.  One more such indiscretion and you return to Utah.
And, in the meanwhile, if this woman should again address you, you
are to reply with these words:  "Madam, I do not like you, and I
will be obliged if you will suffer me to choose my own
associates."'

Alas, I had to do as I was bid; this lady, to whom I already felt
myself drawn with the strongest cords of sympathy, I dismissed with
insult; and thenceforward, through all that day, I sat in silence,
gazing on the bare plains and swallowing my tears.  Let that
suffice:  it was the pattern of my journey.  Whether on the train,
at the hotels, or on board the ocean steamer, I never exchanged a
friendly word with any fellow-traveller but I was certain to be
interrupted.  In every place, on every side, the most unlikely
persons, man or woman, rich or poor, became protectors to forward
me upon my journey, or spies to observe and regulate my conduct.
Thus I crossed the States, thus passed the ocean, the Mormon Eye
still following my movements; and when at length a cab had set me
down before that London lodging-house from which you saw me flee
this morning, I had already ceased to struggle and ceased to hope.

The landlady, like every one else through all that journey, was
expecting my arrival.  A fire was lighted in my room, which looked
upon the garden; there were books on the table, clothes in the
drawers; and there (I had almost said with contentment, and
certainly with resignation) I saw month follow month over my head.
At times my landlady took me for a walk or an excursion, but she
would never suffer me to leave the house alone; and I, seeing that
she also lived under the shadow of that widespread Mormon terror,
felt too much pity to resist.  To the child born on Mormon soil, as
to the man who accepts the engagements of a secret order, no escape
is possible; so I had clearly read, and I was thankful even for
this respite.  Meanwhile, I tried honestly to prepare my mind for
my approaching nuptials.  The day drew near when my bridegroom was
to visit me, and gratitude and fear alike obliged me to consent.  A
son of Doctor Grierson's, be he what he pleased, must still be
young, and it was even probable he should be handsome; on more than
that, I felt I dared not reckon; and in moulding my mind towards
consent I dwelt the more carefully on these physical attractions
which I felt I might expect, and averted my eyes from moral or
intellectual considerations.  We have a great power upon our
spirits; and as time passed I worked myself into a frame of
acquiescence, nay, and I began to grow impatient for the hour.  At
night sleep forsook me; I sat all day by the fire, absorbed in
dreams, conjuring up the features of my husband, and anticipating
in fancy the touch of his hand and the sound of his voice.  In the
dead level and solitude of my existence, this was the one eastern
window and the one door of hope.  At last, I had so cultivated and
prepared my will, that I began to be besieged with fears upon the
other side.  How if it was I that did not please?  How if this
unseen lover should turn from me with disaffection?  And now I
spent hours before the glass, studying and judging my attractions,
and was never weary of changing my dress or ordering my hair.

When the day came I was long about my toilet; but at last, with a
sort of hopeful desperation, I had to own that I could do no more,
and must now stand or fall by nature.  My occupation ended, I fell
a prey to the most sickening impatience, mingled with alarms;
giving ear to the swelling rumour of the streets, and at each
change of sound or silence, starting, shrinking, and colouring to
the brow.  Love is not to be prepared, I know, without some
knowledge of the object; and yet, when the cab at last rattled to
the door and I heard my visitor mount the stairs, such was the
tumult of hopes in my poor bosom that love itself might have been
proud to own their parentage.  The door opened, and it was Doctor
Grierson that appeared.  I believe I must have screamed aloud, and
I know, at least, that I fell fainting to the floor.

When I came to myself he was standing over me, counting my pulse.
'I have startled you,' he said.  'A difficulty unforeseen--the
impossibility of obtaining a certain drug in its full purity--has
forced me to resort to London unprepared.  I regret that I should
have shown myself once more without those poor attractions which
are much, perhaps, to you, but to me are no more considerable than
rain that falls into the sea.  Youth is but a state, as passing as
that syncope from which you are but just awakened, and, if there be
truth in science, as easy to recall; for I find, Asenath, that I
must now take you for my confidant.  Since my first years, I have
devoted every hour and act of life to one ambitious task; and the
time of my success is at hand.  In these new countries, where I was
so long content to stay, I collected indispensable ingredients; I
have fortified myself on every side from the possibility of error;
what was a dream now takes the substance of reality; and when I
offered you a son of mine I did so in a figure.  That son--that
husband, Asenath, is myself--not as you now behold me, but restored
to the first energy of youth.  You think me mad?  It is the
customary attitude of ignorance.  I will not argue; I will leave
facts to speak.  When you behold me purified, invigorated, renewed,
restamped in the original image--when you recognise in me (what I
shall be) the first perfect expression of the powers of mankind--I
shall be able to laugh with a better grace at your passing and
natural incredulity.  To what can you aspire--fame, riches, power,
the charm of youth, the dear-bought wisdom of age--that I shall not
be able to afford you in perfection?  Do not deceive yourself.  I
already excel you in every human gift but one:  when that gift also
has been restored to me you will recognise your master.'

Hereupon, consulting his watch, he told me he must now leave me to
myself; and bidding me consult reason, and not girlish fancies, he
withdrew.  I had not the courage to move; the night fell and found
me still where he had laid me during my faint, my face buried in my
hands, my soul drowned in the darkest apprehensions.  Late in the
evening he returned, carrying a candle, and, with a certain
irritable tremor, bade me rise and sup.  'Is it possible,' he
added, 'that I have been deceived in your courage?  A cowardly girl
is no fit mate for me.'

I flung myself before him on my knees, and with floods of tears
besought him to release me from this engagement, assuring him that
my cowardice was abject, and that in every point of intellect and
character I was his hopeless and derisible inferior.

'Why, certainly,' he replied.  'I know you better than yourself;
and I am well enough acquainted with human nature to understand
this scene.  It is addressed to me,' he added with a smile, 'in my
character of the still untransformed.  But do not alarm yourself
about the future.  Let me but attain my end, and not you only,
Asenath, but every woman on the face of the earth becomes my
willing slave.'

Thereupon he obliged me to rise and eat; sat down with me to table;
helped and entertained me with the attentions of a fashionable
host; and it was not till a late hour, that, bidding me courteously
good-night, he once more left me alone to my misery.

In all this talk of an elixir and the restoration of his youth, I
scarce knew from which hypothesis I should the more eagerly recoil.
If his hopes reposed on any base of fact, if indeed, by some
abhorrent miracle, he should discard his age, death were my only
refuge from that most unnatural, that most ungodly union.  If, on
the other hand, these dreams were merely lunatic, the madness of a
life waxed suddenly acute, my pity would become a load almost as
heavy to bear as my revolt against the marriage.  So passed the
night, in alternations of rebellion and despair, of hate and pity;
and with the next morning I was only to comprehend more fully my
enslaved position.  For though he appeared with a very tranquil
countenance, he had no sooner observed the marks of grief upon my
brow than an answering darkness gathered on his own.  'Asenath.' he
said, 'you owe me much already; with one finger I still hold you
suspended over death; my life is full of labour and anxiety; and I
choose,' said he, with a remarkable accent of command, 'that you
shall greet me with a pleasant face.'  He never needed to repeat
the recommendation; from that day forward I was always ready to
receive him with apparent cheerfulness; and he rewarded me with a
good deal of his company, and almost more than I could bear of his
confidence.  He had set up a laboratory in the back part of the
house, where he toiled day and night at his elixir, and he would
come thence to visit me in my parlour:  now with passing humours of
discouragement; now, and far more often, radiant with hope.  It was
impossible to see so much of him, and not to recognise that the
sands of his life were running low; and yet all the time he would
be laying out vast fields of future, and planning, with all the
confidence of youth, the most unbounded schemes of pleasure and
ambition.  How I replied I know not; but I found a voice and words
to answer, even while I wept and raged to hear him.

A week ago the doctor entered my room with the marks of great
exhilaration contending with pitiful bodily weakness.  'Asenath,'
said he, 'I have now obtained the last ingredient.  In one week
from now the perilous moment of the last projection will draw nigh.
You have once before assisted, although unconsciously, at the
failure of a similar experiment.  It was the elixir which so
terribly exploded one night when you were passing my house; and it
is idle to deny that the conduct of so delicate a process, among
the million jars and trepidations of so great a city, presents a
certain element of danger.  From this point of view, I cannot but
regret the perfect stillness of my house among the deserts; but, on
the other hand, I have succeeded in proving that the singularly
unstable equilibrium of the elixir, at the moment of projection, is
due rather to the impurity than to the nature of the ingredients;
and as all are now of an equal and exquisite nicety, I have little
fear for the result.  In a week then from to-day, my dear Asenath,
this period of trial will be ended.'  And he smiled upon me in a
manner unusually paternal.

I smiled back with my lips, but at my heart there raged the
blackest and most unbridled terror.  What if he failed?  And oh,
tenfold worse! what if he succeeded?  What detested and unnatural
changeling would appear before me to claim my hand?  And could
there, I asked myself with a dreadful sinking, be any truth in his
boasts of an assured victory over my reluctance?  I knew him,
indeed, to be masterful, to lead my life at a sign.  Suppose, then,
this experiment to succeed; suppose him to return to me, hideously
restored, like a vampire in a legend; and suppose that, by some
devilish fascination . . . My head turned; all former fears
deserted me:  and I felt I could embrace the worst in preference to
this.

My mind was instantly made up.  The doctor's presence in London was
justified by the affairs of the Mormon polity.  Often, in our
conversation, he would gloat over the details of that great
organisation, which he feared even while yet he wielded it; and
would remind me, that even in the humming labyrinth of London, we
were still visible to that unsleeping eye in Utah.  His visitors,
indeed, who were of every sort, from the missionary to the
destroying angel, and seemed to belong to every rank of life, had,
up to that moment, filled me with unmixed repulsion and alarm.  I
knew that if my secret were to reach the ear of any leader my fate
were sealed beyond redemption; and yet in my present pass of horror
and despair, it was to these very men that I turned for help.  I
waylaid upon the stair one of the Mormon missionaries, a man of a
low class, but not inaccessible to pity; told him I scarce remember
what elaborate fable to explain my application; and by his
intermediacy entered into correspondence with my father's family.
They recognised my claim for help, and on this very day I was to
begin my escape.

Last night I sat up fully dressed, awaiting the result of the
doctor's labours, and prepared against the worst.  The nights at
this season and in this northern latitude are short; and I had soon
the company of the returning daylight.  The silence in and around
the house was only broken by the movements of the doctor in the
laboratory; to these I listened, watch in hand, awaiting the hour
of my escape, and yet consumed by anxiety about the strange
experiment that was going forward overhead.  Indeed, now that I was
conscious of some protection for myself, my sympathies had turned
more directly to the doctor's side; I caught myself even praying
for his success; and when some hours ago a low, peculiar cry
reached my ears from the laboratory, I could no longer control my
impatience, but mounted the stairs and opened the door.