Herbert Melbourne, IX

HERBERT MELBOURNE. BY EDWIN F. PARRY.

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Three weeks from the time Herbert received notice of his re- With him lease found him on board a steamer bound for America- — was a small company of emigrants some from Great Britain, some from Switzerland, some from Holland, and some from the Scandinavian countries. Among the returning missionaries was Elder Brierly who, it will be remembered, was one of Herbert's companions on the out- going trip from America. He was the Elder who expected to find his parents, from whom he had heard nothing for many years. He had promised to write to Herbert and tell about his finding them, but had deferred doing so until it was too late. Now he was pleased to meet him, and make amends for his seeming negli- gence, by telling him the whole story of his mission. After receiving his appointment to labor in the Birmingham conference, and reporting himself to the president of that district, Elder Brierly asked permission to go in search of his parents. "You know, I had not seen my parents for upwards of eleven years," remarked Elder Brierly to Herbert, by way of beginning "and you can perhaps understand how anxious I was to his story;

meet them, if they were living. I knew the town where they were residing when I left them, and could go directly to the old home without inquiring about the way. I concluded the best thing for me to do would be to go there and inquire of some of our old neighbors, and see if they could not tell where my folks had moved. I did so, and I was' fortunate in finding an old friend of father's. He did not know me, but was able to give the informa- tion I sought. After telling me the address of my parents, he re-

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marked, 'The old gent is not so well-to do as he was. His health is not so good, and he can't work as he used to.' ' 'Hasn't he any children to help him?' I inquired. "Oniy a daughter,' he continued, 'and she got married just lately.'

"This was all news to me. My two younger brothers as well as my sister were living at home when I last heard from the folks.

I was anxious to learn what had become of the boys, and a little curious to know what the man might have to say about myself, so I inquired further, 'Weren't there more children in the family than

the one daughter?' ' '0 yes, there were three boys, but they have all gone away, years ago.' "I was getting more and more interested. 'Do you know where they went?' I asked. 1

'Well, the first one, that was Jim, he went to Australia, I

believe. He wrote home for awhile, and then the folks heard no more of him. He was a good-for-nothing sort of a boy, anyway, to leave his poor old father and mother that way. It's now more

than ten years since he went off. "This was myself he was referring to in not very complimen- tary terms. 'Perhaps Jim died in Australia', I suggested, in order to learn what his opinion was about my fate. "That's what the folks think; but if he's still alive he's a mighty ungrateful son, that's certain. The other two boys went to South Africa, and they write occasionally to the old folks. I

believe they are pretty good boys.' "I was intending to tell the old gentlemen who I was, but after this I was almost afraid to do so. As he was still intimate with the folks, I concluded I might as well tell him; and so I did, ex- plaining to him how it happened that I appeared so ungrateful as to fail to write to my parents. He was astonished when I told him my story. He appeared very pleased at my return, and as an apol- ogy for the remarks he had made about me, he said he only sur- mised what my character was from what he had heard. "I tell you, I lost no time in finding my parents. That same day I took the train and reached my destination in the afternoon. As I walked along through ,the town I made up'my mind that I

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would not make myself known at once, but would wait and see if

the folks knew me. As I approached the house my neart beat so rapidly and so vigorously I feared I would not be able to carry out my little plan. "I found the little cottage without much difficulty. While it was a humble dwelling, it was cosy, and unlike many of the poorer houses of the town. Instead of being close to the street, as was the case with most of the cottages of the working classes, this and the adjoining houses were set back about two rods from the sidewalk. It reminded me of our Utah homes. There was a picket fence in front, and the garden between the fence and the house was filled with old-fashioned flowers — there were holly-hocks and lark-spurs; and the pathway from the gate to the front door was arched over part of the way and covered with hop-vines; and on either side of the door were morning-glories. "It was late in the afternoon when I arrived at the place. In answer to my knock an aged lady came to the door. I recognized her as my dear mother. She appeared somewhat older than when I last saw her, otherwise her features were the same, and she still wore the little old-fashioned cap with frills about the front. Evidently she did not know me, and looked inquiringly at me to learn what was my errand. I told her that I was a Latter- day Saint missionary, and would be pleased if she would permit me to sit down and talk to her about our doctrines for a few mo- ments. At first she hesitated, and I rather pushed myself in and helped myself to a chair. I could see that she was not particularly pleased at my audacity, and I apologized by saying that I had walked a long distance and was tired. I had had no missionary experience then, and my explanations of our belief were awkward, I know. "When she had an opportunity to reply to what I had told her she asked, 'Aren't you a 'Mormon?' 'Yes,' said I, 'that's what we are commonly called.' ' 'I've heard a deal about what awful people the 'Mormons' are, and I don't care to have anything to do with them,' she added. ' 'Well,' I continued, 'I lived among the 'Mormon' people for a number of years, and I found them to be a good, honest re-

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ligious people. I investigated their teachings and became con- vinced that they had the truth, and now I am out here, six thou- sand miles fiom my home, for the purpose of telling others of the blessings of the gospel; and I am here at my own expense. I am doing this for the love I have for the people.' "I talked to her in this way for some time, awaiting a favor- able opportunity to make myself known. Finally she remarked, 'If you are a 'Mormon' you do not seem to be such a bad sort of chap. You say you came from America, but you talk like an Eng- lishman? Were you born in this country?' 'Yes,' I answered, 'I was born in this country, and not many miles from this place.' " 'I thought so,' she went on. 'You remind me of our Jim- my, you do. He was a lad just about your size, too.' " 'Jimmy is your son, I suppose,' said I. And where is he!' ' 'I suppose the dear boy is dead, for we have never heard from him these six years or more; and it's eleven years since he left home,' said my mother, as she wiped a tear from her eye. " 'But he may be alive, and you may hear from him yet,' I said cheeringly. ' 'He was a blessed good boy, and I do not know why he does not let us know if he is alive,' she sobbed. "I could wait no longer, sol sprang to my feet and explained, 'Would you believe it if I should tell you that your Jimmy is yet alive?'

' 'Indeed I should like to hear such joyful news, if it could only be true, — but' — " 'Mother,' I shouted, at the same time embracing her tightly in my arms, 'I am your long lost son! I am James Brierly!' She resented my familiarity by pushing me away and then eyed me closely. I soon convinced her that 1 was her son, and then she hugged me and wept and laughed hysterically. Of course I hastened to tell her my history, including my conversion to 'Mor- monism,' and my mission to this country. "As to my being a 'Mormon,' she simply remarked, 'Well, you never seemed to be interested in your parents' religion, and if you have found one that suits you, I suppose it is all right. I al-

ways believed you were a good boy, and would come back home some day, if you could.' "Soon my father came home from his daily labor, for it was getting late in the afternoon. He was not strong and vigorous, as when I saw him last. [ noticed a great change in his appear-

ance. There was no chance for me to introduce myself to him as a stranger, for the moment he was in sight my mother rushed to meet him and tell the joyful news. " 'Aye, father, here's our lost boy, Jimmie, come back to us! We thought he was dead long ago, but here he is, come to see his old father and mother;' and she danced about in her glee, like a young girl. " 'Don't act so foolish, girl,' said father, 'do you say this is

the lad Jim? He looks like a Yankee.' "You know all Americans are called Yankees by Englishmen. " 'Yes, he's been away off to America,' said mother. Father f tood facing me with a stare for a few seconds, then he walked closer. 'I'm 'Jim, sure enough,' said I. You can tell me by my teeth, can't you, father?' Then he recognized me as I smiled more broadly. He seemed to be as pleased as mother was to see me. Then I had to retell all my past history from the time I left home. In the meantime mother prepared supper, and we all ate as I went on with my nar- rative. But when I told father that I was a 'Mormon,' it upset him completely. He couldn't finish his supper. "He brought his fist down upon the table, and struck it several times before he could speak. At last he thundered out, 'I'd rather have heard you were dead a hundred times than to know you had been persuaded to join those abominable imposters, the 'Mormons!' And you've come here to induce us to believe your devilish doc- trines! But you can't do it. You can't stay in this house unless you renounce your wicked religion! No, even if you are my son, I won't own you; so the sooner you leave the better for you!' ' 'I kept calm as I could and tried to reason with him, but it was of no use. Mother tried to quiet him, too; but the more we tried the worse he became. I finally appeased his anger somewhat by telling him that I would never mention a word about my religion to him, unless he asked me about it. He assured me that he would

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not ask me anything about it, for he knew enough already. Upon this condition he was willing that I should remain over night, for I intended ^o return to my field of labor the next day. "I left some of our books at the house, not saying a word about them, thinking perchance father or mother might read them, and became interested. I corresponded with the folks quite fre- quently. I was careful to avoid all reference to my religion, but wrote in a very kindly and loving spirit. I visited them from time to time, and it was not long before father began making inquiries about my labors, and about our doctrines. Finally he and mother applied for baptism. They were converted to the truth, and father admitted that he was full of prejudice when I first returned to their home. Of course, I could understand the reason for his bitter- ness, and felt from the first that his misunderstanding about our people might be removed. "But I have not told all my story yet. About a year ago my two brothers returned from South Africa. They also have joined the Church, and so has my sister. So before my release we had an enjoyable family reunion -the first one in over twelve years; and I tell you we all were made happy. Father and mother are on board with me. I intend to take them to my little home in

Utah. We'll have plenty of room for them, and I feel that I will be able to take care of them in their old age. Father's health is not very good. He is unable to do hard work, but he can take his

comfort now; he will not need to work so hard as he has done. My brothers and sisters expect to follow us to Zion in a few years, and then there will be another happy reunion. Altogether I feel very well satisfied with the results of my mission, and I shall be glad to meet my own little family in our mountain home."

Salt Lake City, Utah. [to be continued.]

A lesson learned is ne'er a battle lost, Whene'er the cause is right, be not afraid; Defeat is then but victory delayed And e'en the greatest vict'ries of the world Are often won when battle- flags are furled. — Success.