--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Frost, Grace Ingles collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 24 number: 1 published: 1920-11 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Frost, Grace Ingles, "Looking Towards the West," *Improvement Era* 24, no. 1 (November 1920): 29.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2401unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera2401unse start_page: 29 end_page: 29 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-11) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2401unse publication_year: 1920 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1920, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Looking Towards the West JIM'S TEST 29 the silk tie on Mae's khaki middy. She was riding toward him ahead of the sheep-wagon. Soon he heard her clear, happy call of greeting and saw her hand fluttering above her broad brim- med hat. With mingled emotions which made him wretchedly miserable, he galloped to meet her. "Oh, isn't it wonderful! I'd like to stay always and al- ways out here," she exclaimed, giving her arms a wide sweep. "And Dad says I can stay as long as I can coax Aunt Sarah to stay with me. You'll be awfully nice to her, and get needles for a pine pillow so she can sleep well, and everything, won't you?" Not until then did she notice anything wrong in his countenance. "Why, Jim, what's the matter? You look as glum as a judge, and I thought you'd be tickled to death to see me. I don't believe you've said a word." "You haven't given me a chance." He tried to laugh lightly. "I am tickled to death to see you — but I've got to hurry back and see your father a minute now. You ride on and I'll catch you." He didn't want Mae present at the coming interview, if he could possibly prevent it. (To be continued) Looking Towards the West They are looking toward the West With its majesty of mountains, Hoary heights that silent stand Like those prophets who of old, Hearkened to their Lord's command. They are looking toward the West, As a watchful, marooned seaman, Sighting an approaching sail, Shadeth with his hand his eyes, Lest his vision dim or fail. They are, looking toward the West, With its broad and benign bosom, Pulsing rapidly and rife With each new and daring emprise, Reboant with virile life. They are looking toward the West With its promises of treasure, Unmined wealth of countless worth, Fields that Cere's hands have blessed With affluence of the earth. They are looking toward the West Where man, forth to man as brother, Eager, heplful hands has held, With a fervent strength of purpose, Bands beneficient to weld. Grace Ingles Frost