. Wife no. 19, or, The story of a life in bondage : being a complete exposé of Mormonism, and revealing the sorrows, sacrifices and sufferings of women in polygamy . t Lake City ;but not in the secret wayin which I had left itmonths before. I wasmet with every expres-sion of good will, andcongratulations and wel-comes poured in uponme from every side. Areception was held forme at the Walker House,and I had the opportu-nity of greeting againthe friends who had sanobly assisted me in mystruggles for of all, JudgftMcKean, the truest, most upright, and inflexible chief jus-tice wh
. Wife no. 19, or, The story of a life in bondage : being a complete exposé of Mormonism, and revealing the sorrows, sacrifices and sufferings of women in polygamy . t Lake City ;but not in the secret wayin which I had left itmonths before. I wasmet with every expres-sion of good will, andcongratulations and wel-comes poured in uponme from every side. Areception was held forme at the Walker House,and I had the opportu-nity of greeting againthe friends who had sanobly assisted me in mystruggles for of all, JudgftMcKean, the truest, most upright, and inflexible chief jus-tice who had ever presided over the Utah courts ; the man Receiving my Friends at the Walker House. PLEASANT GREETINGS. 599 who could neither be bribed nor cajoled ; who did right forthe rights sake, and who consequently had gained theenmity of Brigham Young and his followers, but who wasimplicitly trusted by all lovers of justice; General Max-well, too, who was so kindly acting for me in my suit;Colonel Wickizer, who lent his room for my trunk to betaken to, and otherwise assisted me in my flight from Utah ;and Mr. and Mrs. Stratton, the dearlj^ beloved friends who. Mv Reception at Salt Lake City. had first shown me the possibilities of an escape frombondage and a life outside. This welcome, hearty and spontaneous, touched medeeply, and I felt then that however much my interestsmight be drawn away from Salt Lake City, and my worklead me away from there personally, yet it was my home,its people were my people, and my heart would alwaysturn lovingly toward it to the day of my death. 600 g LECTURING IN THE TERRITORY. And why should I not love it? I had grown with it, andthere is not a building in it that I have not watched as itarose, not an improvement that I have not rejoiced in. Ihave seen a lovely city spring up in an alkali desert as ifby magic. True, I have suffered there. Many of its asso-ciations are bitter. But that is the city as it has been —theSalt Lake of the past, not t
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