The Mormon wife; a life story of the sacrifices, sorrows and sufferings of woman A narrative of many years' personal experience . les, your bank with lead instead of gold, and allthe mean, contemptible trickeries, to which I have been a wit-ness. * You will wait until you have an opportunity to expose me,wont you V said Smith. An opportunity will soon present itself, I answered. • Smith muttered something to himself, as he turned away. And where are you going, Harrison V I inquired. * Back to my fathers, he answered. Oh ! how I wanted to warn him ! at length, I said. 1 You had better be carefu
The Mormon wife; a life story of the sacrifices, sorrows and sufferings of woman A narrative of many years' personal experience . les, your bank with lead instead of gold, and allthe mean, contemptible trickeries, to which I have been a wit-ness. * You will wait until you have an opportunity to expose me,wont you V said Smith. An opportunity will soon present itself, I answered. • Smith muttered something to himself, as he turned away. And where are you going, Harrison V I inquired. * Back to my fathers, he answered. Oh ! how I wanted to warn him ! at length, I said. 1 You had better be careful how you offend Smith, and takegood care of yourself. To be sure, I will do that. He soon after took leave. The next day he started for hisfathers residence, and now read that—as she spoke, she drewfrom her pocket a small piece of newspaper— I picked it upalong the street. I read, M Fotod Pxad —A young man by the name of Harrison, was found dead in the woodsiay before yesterday. To all appearance he had been shot. We have no clue to * I returned her the paper without saying a word, and sh^ cooti<. Mrs. Murray Discloses Secrets. : Another circumstancehappened about eighteen monthsago, which came more immediately beneath my knowledge. It wasduring a former visit of Smith to this place, that he brought tomy house a beautiful young woman, and introduced her to me asa new convert. Her appearance was highly interesting, and shehad evidently been accustomed to good society. Her name wasSarah Sweet, and she stayed with me, until I felt for her almostthe tenderness that a mother feels for her child. One day I lefther to call on a friend. When I returned she was weeping andlamenting bitterly. 1 Why, Sarah, what is the matter V I inquired. Oh ! Mrs. Murray, what shall I do V she almost shrieked, Smith has been here. The man whom I thought a prophet ofthe Lord, whose word I reverenced as of divine he seeks my ruin, soul and body ; I dare not
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