I was sent to school, obtained a fairly good education, and while yet a young man, was conducting a successful business.
"I had nearly forgotten that I had a parent at all, when one day, my mother, without announcement, came to Chicago.

She had left her husband.
Mother did not say much to any of us, but I took it for granted that she had been abused among the 'terrible Mormons.' After a time I took a trip out to Utah to see about it, meaning to find this Mr.Elston and compel him to do the right thing for my mother.

Well, I went, I saw, and was conquered.

Mr.Elston was a widower living in a spot of green called Piney Ridge Cottage amid the sage-brush desert,--living there alone with his daughter Julia.

And this Julia--well--Do you see any porpoises, Brother Malby ?" "Not yet.