church member, but I believe the Bible, and I know you preach it; and let me give you a thought: If God is leadin' you he'll not let you starve by the way. Now, as I told you, we have a little community where I live, and there are some good people of us; if you want a job of preachin' let us know. I have been visiting here, but I'm homeward bound to-morrow. I think you have adopet the right course; but," and his eyes lighted with a cheerful gleam, as perhaps the eyes of his ancestors did, when proposing some raid, "if ye should decide to stay and fight it out I would liket to be here."

McBernie was accompanied by his youngest son, Donald, a lanquid youth who eyed the gum-chewing Minnie with disfavor. That maiden swiftly, slyly, yet unmistakably made a wry face at him and resumed her saintly mask of abstraction.

Rose Luther and her husband left the church as the janitor was extinguishing the lights. They walked homeward, side by side, through the hushed stillness of a summer Sabbath night. At intervals their path was obscured by the heavy shadow of maples, and again it emerged into the bright light of the street-lamps. Even so, as they planned and talked of the future, at times they seemed hopelessly lost in the gloom, but again emerged into the bright light of faith and calm assurance. The pointed shadow of the maple leaves in places showed sharp and clear on the pavement, under some electric light; and in their minds, under the light of faith, certain principles of duty were blocked out in black and white, more plainly than ever before.

"I do not care for myself," he was saying, "but it is for you and the children that I worry. We do not own even the roof that shelters us. What we have not spent we have given away. I have neither trade nor profession, and work is scarce. Can we make a living? Our salary has been generous and I have been able to buy at least a few of the pretty things that you ought to have in abundance."

"Don't worry about that," the soft voice replied, "I am sure we will get on all right.”

"And there are the children, to be educated and given a little start in life." Unconsciously he held little Viola close to him, and Rose Luther tightened her grasp upon the hand of little Arthur.

After a pause, the wife spoke again, “I am sure that dear old Scotchman, Mr. McBernie, was right. God is leading you. You know you have often felt it in your preaching; and he will take care of us."

"Yes," he cried, taking heart; "of what stuff is our faith made, that we should be afraid to do right? We have the promise. And we have each other and the children, and as long as we can be together we can make a happy home almost anywhere."

(To be continued.)

[EDITOR'S NOTE.-This story is to be published in book form, in connection with, An Instrument in His Hands, by Sr. Mary Leland Carter. The latter story appeared in AUTUMN LEAVES during the

past year and was exceedingly well received by our readers. The present story, The Minister Who Was Different, is based on the actual experiences of one of the most prominent of the early elders of the church. However, some liberties are taken in the story, as for instance, a later date is given to events than that at which they really transpired. The story does not pose as a history.]

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GOOD education is that which gives to the body and the soul all the beauty and all the perfection of which they are capable.-Plato.

Our heavenly Father desires us to obtain all the education possible, with the object in view of imparting our knowledge to others. We understand this by reading the revelations where we are admonished to study all good books. And we find scripture like this: "Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind."-Matthew 22: 37. You will notice we are to love him with all the mind.

We should develop the intellect to the greatest possible extent, that with the mind we may know and love our Creator.

All are not situated so that they can readily acquire what the world calls a good education, but let us be careful not to idle away the opportunities of qualifying ourselves intellectually. Our success in acquiring knowledge depends upon the right improvement of our time. The cultivation of the intellect need not be prevented by poverty or unfavorable surroundings; to be sure it can be hindered to a greater or lesser degree, but when we meet obstacles we should try the harder to overcome them.

We read that President Garfield, when he was a boy, worked in the harvest field to earn money to pay for books and schooling. Note, too, the history of Abraham Lincoln's early life, how he labored under the most adverse surroundings. But he treasured the moments and made the most of what was available, thus gaining for himself an education that helped to change the destiny of a nation.

Let the youth who needs an education set to work to obtain it. Procure every advantage within your means for strengthening your intellect. We must remember that the means of education which are ours to-day can do nothing but afford us an opportunity of improvement; far more might be accomplished along educational lines if we were always on the alert to improve the opportunities. In our youth we can hardly understand that not for present use altogether do we need this education of our mental faculties; but it is like sowing and hoping to reap an abundance after a while. Education is not the end in view but the means whereby we may do greater and better things for our fellow man. None of us know when or where we may be called to labor. Our heavenly Father alone knows what we may be capable of doing; there may be possibilities before us which at this time we had never thought of.

Peter admonishes us to gird up the loins of our minds that we may be better qualified to resist the evil things we would do in ignorance of the right; so, all along, you will see the men of God have desired us to improve our mental faculties.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF ELDER J. C. CLAPP.-PART V. BEGINNING WORK AS A MISSIONARY; THE MOB DOES NOT RUN HIM OUT OF VISALIA; WITHOUT PURSE OR SCRIP.

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WAS now fully determined to do my duty, for I knew that God, who could and would do so much for an erring mortal, could and would qualify me for the work he had called me to do, notwithstanding my ignorance. I immediately began to make preparations to go to the conference of the Pacific Slope Mission, which was to be held at Washington Corners, now called Irvington, in Alameda County, California, about five hundred miles north of San Bernardino. In company with George Sparks (who passed over into silence about four months ago), E. P. Prothero, and Hervey Green, we started by land to the conference, preaching by the way as the way opened. Bro. Green and I went in my buggy, and Bro. Sparks and Bro. Prothero went together. We tried to order our journey so as to get to Washington Corners by conference time. Our trip was without incident till we camped one night on the Tula River, and there I took a very bad spell of heart failure; but while in the very gloom of death the brethren administered to me and I was immediately relieved. Bro. Green in pronouncing the blessing upon me used again the same words that had been pronounced upon me several times before, and I was greatly strengthened. This blessing had first been placed upon me by the martyred prophet, again by the elder that ordained me, and again by a little girl, and now by Elder Green, who was a most godly man. So, although I might fail, I could not, so I thought, fail to try to do my duty.

I forgot to mention that as we were starting from San Bernardino, while driving through the town, Bro. Jasper Wixom came out

and handed me ten dollars, the first cent I ever received from the Saints to aid me in mission work.

Our first stop and attempt to preach was at Visalia, in Tulare County, about two hundred and fifty miles from our starting point. We had heard that the people of Visalia were very full of prejudice against the Mormons, but we supposed that when we showed them the difference between us and the people of Utah that we would be all right; but we expected some opposition, and for my own part I did not care, for I felt I

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could face almost anything for the cause we represented; and I wanted to get to work. We camped about a half mile out of town and got our dinner, and while our horses were resting a man by the name of Wilson came up and began to talk about cattle. He was a butcher. Sparks and Bro. Prothero were stock men, and the conversation was all right for them; but it did not suit me a bit, and finally I got a chance to put my oar in, and I said, "Well, we did not come here for cattle. We are all of us Latter Day Saint preachers and what we want to know is if there is a chance for us to preach in Visalia."

The man said, "Latter Day Saints! Do you mean Mormons? My God! man, if you mention it in town they will hang you higher than a kite!"

This seemed to frighten the brethren and they did not care to try it; but although they were all of them old men, and I was young, I felt determined to preach. So I began to fix up a little, and Uncle Hervey Green said, "Joe, what are you going to do?"

I said, "I am going up town."

As he appeared during the early days of his ministry.

"What are you going for?" said Bro. Green.

I said, "I am going to see if they will hang me," and off I went. I had been in town but a short time when I met the sheriff, a Mr. Thomas, and I made arrangements to get the court-house to preach in for three services on the coming Sunday. This was on Friday, and as it was rather late in the afternoon I hastened to the schools in the city to have the appointment given out before the schools should be out. I then went back on the street and met the sheriff

again, and in conversation with him I learned that he had lately married one of the fair daughters of Elder Jacob Adamson of Petaluma, California; so then I was not afraid of the people hanging me in Visalia. While I was yet talking with Mr. Thomas, a Mr. Snell, a Methodist preacher, came along, and the sheriff introduced me to him as a Latter Day Saint preacher.

Mr. Snell said, "Well, I don't know but you are just the man I am hunting for; for I have got an appointment out here on Elbow Creek and I can not fill it, and I am looking for a man to fill it for me. Now could you fill that appointment for me?"

I said, "Yes, sir, with pleasure."

"Thank you, thank you," was the reply.

While we were yet talking, an old man by the name of Samuel Fulton came up and Mr. Thomas introduced me to him and he at once got deeply interested in our conversation and asked me to go home with him; but the evening was approaching and I felt that I ought to go back to our camp. The old gentleman's place was right on my way to the camp, and in our walk I tried to make good use of the time explaining our doctrine to him.

When we got to his door he said to his wife, “Well, Achsah, I have found it at last."

"Found what, Sammie?" said the old lady.

"Found the truth," said the old gentleman.

"Well, thank the Lord for that," said the good old lady.

We did not exchange many more words till Mr. Fulton bade me go to the camp and bring the whole camp up to his place, which we did, and found a hearty welcome for all and plenty for both man and beast.

These two old people had been followers of Emanuel Swedenborg, but they both readily accepted the truth, and lived and died earnest Latter Day Saints.

When I went back to the camp and told the brethren what I had done, they were much surprised and elated; and I felt so built up and elated over my success that I presume I became exalted over it, for I began to think that there was hardly one that could have done so well. I can now see it was necessary for me to be humbled, which was soon done, as the sequel will prove.

I went to the Elbow Creek Schoolhouse, took Bro. Prothero with me and filled the appointment there, and left Brn. Green and Sparks to fill the morning hour at the court-house. I rather took the lead in the making of these appointments, although I realized that Bro. Green was an old veteran and that I should be subject to his counsel; but I was very anxious to get to work and try to do something. Í spoke for over two hours at the Elbow Creek meeting, and with such great freedom that I was astonished, and the people seemed perfectly spellbound, and it added greatly to my self-conceit; but when at night I undertook to preach in the court-house I found out my mistake, and learned that it was the Holy Spirit that did the work at Elbow Creek. It was me, just me, that did it at the court-house, for I made such a failure it almost made me sick. I