Then I found--" A moan trembled on the old man's lips.
"-- they had forced her to marry--the son of a Mormon--" He stopped, and for a moment his eyes seemed filling with the glazed shadows of death.

He roused himself almost fiercely.
"But he loved my Jean, Nat--he loved her as I loved her--and he was a good man!", he whispered shrilly.

"Quick--quick--I must tell you--they had tried to escape from Missouri and the Danites killed him,--and Joseph Smith wanted Jean and at the last moment she killed herself to save her honor as Marion was going to do, and she left two children--" He coughed and blood flecked his lips.
"She left--Marion and Neil!" He sank back, ashen white and still, and with a cry Nathaniel turned to the lieutenant.

The officer ran forward with a flask in his hand.
"Give him this!" The touch of liquor to Obadiah's lips revived him.

He whispered weakly.
"The children, Nat--I tried to find them--and years after--I did--in Nauvoo.