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that they were very hospitable at the monastery and received all travelers irrespective of class or creed, I started for the Sacred Heart Mission, Oklahoma. I was now in good spirits, although my sleep was broken by sundry visions of coffins, lamp-posts, masked men and ropes. At length the Mission was reached. It presents a fine and stately appearance, the tower of the beautiful new church reaching into the clouds. It is a model or type of the abbeys of continental Europe. I was not misinformed as to the nature of the reception that would be given me. Nothing could be more welcome and kindly. One of the Fathers met me at the door with out stretched hand, and introduced me at once to two warm friends a blazing fire and a hot supper. After I had supped and had a reasonable time to digest the good things served up, I was shown a room, neat and comfortable, which I was told was to be at my disposal while I remained. They asked me many things about Utah, but, to my surprise, appeared to know as much about the faith and history of Mormonism as I did myself. Being fatigued after the 40-mile trip, I retired early to rest, expecting a sound sleep after the journey, but 1 suppose "there is no rest for the wicked," for I was still haunted by those hideous spectres. I heard the clock strike one, and immediately after, the ringing of a bell. Could it be fire? The last toll of the bell had scarcely died away when I heard the tread of many foot steps hastening in one direction. For a moment all was still, and again the sound of many voices broke in upon the pro found silence of the night. What did that ominous noise portend? Could it be the mob in pursuit, with Judge Lynch at its head, and uttering threats of vengeance? After lasting about eighty minutes, this strange chorus of voices had also died away in low and subdued accents, like the murmuring waters of a distant stream. Once again I was in the arms of Morpheus, till the dawn of another day broke upon the dark ness and dispelled the gloomy shadows of the night. I arose