jewelry might be lying loose, all left in my care, and the fear that Jim might be back any minute, and fall into the hands of them. cut-throats, my mind was brimmed to the bursting point. The Mayvilles' house robbed and Jim maybe murdered, and me sitting there helpless as a kitten! You've seen tigers walk back and forth in a cage with the look that senses and rages at the hopelessness of escape at the same time? I was like that; and I might have walked up and down there all night, if it hadn't been for her. "She'd been cooing through it all like a little dove; and when I put her on the floor to do my frantic promenade, she went creeping about as happy as you please, for the lark with the people all afternoon had put her in a gale of fun. It was her sudden change to a whimper that brought back my thoughts to her. She had crept to the door of the inner closet and kept lisping, 'Pone, pone;' and all of a sudden I realized she was asking for the megaphone we'd amused her with in that very room, the last time the Mayvilles had been in the house. They'd used it on the roof to signal the guests home at meal time from places they'd drove or strolled to, and 'twas kept in the closet there that had an outer door opening handy to the stair leading to the roof. "My inspiration came like a flash, and in about the time of another one I had that big horn off the shelf and was through the double doors of the closet into the rear passage. I left the baby still whimpering below, and climbed the stairs in a jiff. With the thieves shut down there behind big oak doors and thick walls, I knew my voice would carry high over their ears; and I yelled through that instrument with every lung-cell I had pushed into my voice. "Jim!' I called. 'If you hear this, come to the edge of the grove where I can see you against the snow and wave your hat! Don't come near the house-it's full of thieves. Get the police and come as quick as you can. I'm locked in my room safe with the baby, but they've found the silver!' "Three times I yelled the message into the night air; then waited while the baby whimpered louder and louder down stairs-and I heard what seemed to be a loud rapping on the door beyond. "At last, after what seemed to be an age-I saw a black spot on the snow near the edge of the grove. The moonlight was so bright I could easy see the hat waving, and knew Jim had heard. "I was back down stairs in time to hear the most peculiar kind of profanity ever put into human speech. The thieves hadn't been able to find out the trick into the panel closet, and had come to fetch me to do the act. I guess they'd been interviewing me on the subject all the time I was on the roof, for their words implied they had got impatient at my contempt. For all that, I was glad the baby's lungs had drowned out the sound of my wireless message on the roof. "They were threatening when I came down, to break the door to splinters if I didn't come out; and I knew by the forcible form of their command that they meant it. I reckoned it would take Jim at least twenty-five minutes to get to me with help--and how to keep the door shut for that long a time was my problem. I had strong arms, and it was as easy as frying doughnuts to move the chiffonier across the door, and back that with the dresser and bed, but they were three desperate men outside, all used to their work, as I sensed when I heard them picking away at the lock; and when in a minute I heard the knob fall to the floor, I knew it was just a question now, of muscle against hardwood furniture-and my heart went to my shoes. I was sitting with baby on the bed to help weight it, when, presently, I felt it move. For a minute I was paralyzed; but the baby, bless her-was the one to put wit into my addled brain as she had before, ""Tair!' she gooed, pointing again to the closet, and at the word I jumped with her through the doors, shutting them after me-and on the attic stair-according to that infant's sensible suggestion. "Up I went to the roof, shutting the trap-door behind me and snapping the iron bolt into the hasp. Then, when I was safe, I looked out over the fields, and there a mile away came a crowd of horsemen, riding like-comets. The noise down stairs was a bedlam, so I took the megaphone and called out: "Come up the back stair, and you'll catch your men in a trap. They are in the third room on the left.' A dozen hats waving told me my message-low as it was -had carried; and there I stood in the moonlight, and watched the men come nearer and nearer while the noise below told me the thieves had found the attic stair, and were on my trail. "I didn't know how long that little bolt would hold against their blows; but I knew when it gave way there wouldn't be one chance in ten for me and the babe-especially if all of us were caught up there together when the trap was sprung from below. "I guess the surprise of the ambush below saved me; for all at once I heard the hasp holding the bolt snap-and then a rush of feet-downward, not upward-as I expected, and then such a babel below as I never thought could be. When at last a hand pushed up the trap-door, the face that looked at me was Jim's, and then I-fainted. "And that's why we called her Thankful; for if anybody had cause for special thanks that Thanksgiving day, it was Jim and me and the baby. As for the Mayvilles-well, as the writerfolks say "That's another story." Salt Lake City, Utah. A PROPHECY AND ITS FULFILMENT. BY ROBERT PRICE, OF THE LIVERPOOL OFFICE, BRITISH MISSION. While laboring as a missionary a few months ago in the south of England many things transpired which made me rejoice in the gospel. By invitation from a friend, my companion and I visited a little fishing village, and while there met a sister who had joined the Church many years ago, and who is still rejoicing in the Latter-day work, though she has seen few of the elders for thirty years. Our visit to her home was very pleasant, and we listened to her tell of the experiences of Brigham Young, Jr., and other elders who had preached the gospel in that vicinity in the early days, without money. She told us how they promised her that she would never want for something to eat, because she was willing to share what little she had with them, and how that promise had been fulfiled, even though her husband had been a helpless invalid for many years. The elders were forced to leave that village, in those days, because of the persecution brought upon them by the influence of a so-called Christian preacher. After meeting, which the elders had held on the street corner, this gentleman (?) spoke to the crowd that had gathered. He resorted to ridicule and slander, which turned the people against them so that they were unable to make any headway in that place; but, before leaving, Elder Young prophesied that the day would come when this minister's flock would desert him, and would ridicule him as he had ridiculed them. She had witnessed the fulfilment of this prediction, for the day came when he was considered too old to act as a scriptural expounder, and they turned him out of their church. His wife had died, and he had no one to look after him, and often his clothes were not as neat and clean as they might have been, with a little attention. Those who had pointed the finger of scorn at the Latter-day Saint elders, with their leader, now made all manner of sport of him. He died penniless. His last days were spent a few miles from this village, and when he returned, just before he died, none of his flock would welcome him to their homes. Such experiences cause me to rejoice that I am faithful in the work of the Lord, and they strengthen my testimony to the inspiration of his servants, but my soul is grieved when I see men oppose that work, today. If they would only take the advice of Gamaliel of old, how much better it would be for them! Liverpool, England. EDITOR'S TABLE. BY THEIR FRUITS YE SHALL KNOW THEM. "A handful of corn shall be sown in the earth, even in the top of the mountains, and the fruit thereof shall shake like the trees of Lebanon: and the children shall flourish out of the city like the grass of the earth." So sang the ancient Psalmist, and they are prophetic words fulfiled in the history of the Latter-day Saints. "Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns or figs of thistles? Even so, every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them. * * The Latter-day Saints have been planted by the inspiration of God, "even in the tops of the mountains." What fruit has the tree of their planting borne? Is it not good fruit, in very deed? Surely, also, the children of the Saints have flourished "out of the city like the grass of the earth;" and as surely they have brought forth good fruit. In temporal, physical, spiritual and moral worth, they are the peers of any children on earth. The people have grown to this condition, mark you, by heeding the counsels and teachings of the authorities of the Church, and the policies which they have advocated. In temporal matters, what do they stand for? For thrift, honest work, a trusting, living, loving spirituality, and a morality unequalled in any other community elsewhere in the world. They fully believe that honest work is one of the ways that leads to contentment and happiness in this world. They have been taught to work, to conquer the deserts and make them yield to the susten |