vooman help? I vash and cook, and dey ish
not goot as me."

To pacify his rising feelings, Flipper went
into the bar, took a "big drink," and went
forth waddling to the kitchen. "Here, look here,
some of you women; come up here and make
yourself useful. Here, Rachel, lend Nina a
hand."

After much grumbling, Rachel and Nina
carried up my saddle-bags and bundles to No.
10, slammed the door in great anger, and went
into Flipper's room, next to mine, relieving
their feelings with a long outburst of anger.

"What next, I wonder!" I could distinctly
hear Rachel indignantly exclaim; "are we to
be all cart-horses? It wasn't so before that
little minx Emily was brought home! His
'dear Emily,' indeed. She can be the 'fine
lady,' and dress and galivant about, or play
with that sewing-machine in the parlour, while
we are scrubbing, and washing, and toiling every
day worse than niggers. Lace-worked borders
to her petticoats, too!—well, it won't last long."
Rachel began to cry, and sobbed out, "I wish
I was in England again out of this wretched
place. I wish I had died on the road—that I
do!" "Dat ish vat I say—ve vorks all de day,
and ish never tanked; while dat udder young
voomans does nuttings but combs her hair, and
lies on de sofa, rollin' her eyes about, and laughing
mit de young mens—I too vish I vas in
Sharmany! Dere ish some vone vhat call
Rachel." "Oh, let Margaret and Lizzie get
dinner; I ain't going to touch a thing to-day."
She had scarcely spoken, when I heard some
hard-breathing person stride along the passage,
and push open the door. "Ain't you two good-
for-nothing gals ever coming down stairs?"
asked the squeaking, cracked voice of Margaret,
as she panted and gasped out her words.
"What next, I wonder—it's near one o'clock,
and no taters peeled, or cabbage boiled—I'll let
you know who's going to be misses here!
There's one lady too many in the house already;
but if you're going to eat bread you must earn
it; that you shall; come down directly" Amid
these angry words and sobs, Flipper broke
in, "Si-i-lence, you women, and get down
stairs quick, or I'll make you, you quarrelsome
cats!"

The women had gone. Flipper opened my
door and looked in. "Asleep," he said, and
retired. After some time, I went below and
found Mr. Flipper in the parlour, who, with
radiant face, was playing gallant to a gaily-
attired young woman lying full length on the
sofa. Although her feet were exposed, she
made no effort to cover them, but played
with a palm-leaf fan in the most approved
manner. This was Emily. She rose and left
the room, having previously bestowed upon the
enraptured Flipper a sounding kiss. I was
reading at the window; and, drawing his chair
close to mine, the host opened his heart to me
thus: "Ah, my young friend, I'm glad to hear
you have such a liking for the Mormons, and
desire to be fully informed, for you see, in this
wicked and bigoted world, just men following
the laws of God cannot expect to receive a fair
hearing. The 'system,' my young friend, is
exactly suited to the wants of man, and works
to a charm, as you'll see if you stay in Utah
long. I was a lawyer, myself, in Waterloo,
Illinois, when I first heard of the 'Latter-Day
Saints' at Nauvoo, and I never had an hour's
true peace until I joined them, and now see how
well I'm fixed! I have no servants—my wives
do all that, and everything goes on smoothly
and easily like wheels in a clock. I was married
to Margaret, my First, twenty years before I
became a Saint. When I went to Nauvoo she
began to get weak, and I took Lizzie to wife,
in order to assist in the household. She was
young, it is true, but then that was all the
better, because she could work. I had
offspring by her. She and Margaret began to
quarrel; so, when we came to Utah a few
years ago, I met with Nina, a German lass,
and took her to wife. She has proved a capital
work-girl, and assisted matters wonderfully
in a hotel and boarding-house which I then
started."

I ventured to remark that he might have
been contented with this number of wives, and
stopped at Nina. But he did not heed my
interruption.

"Going out with some of the brethren to meet
a long train," he continued, "and to get a few
things cheap, I saw Rachel, and, like Jacob of
old, saw her but to love her. But in all these
and such like transactions, I consulted the Lord,
and in a vision was commanded to take Rachel
to wife. She refused for a long time, and
treated me unkindly; but brethren advised and
told her how wicked it was in woman to oppose
the commands of God directly given in a vision.
She consented, and I was happy—supremely
happy. This continued; all my wives worked
hard for the common good, and we prospered in
the Lord, until one day a party of Gentiles on
their way to the States stopped at my house,
since which time Rachel has never been the
same. I groaned and complained to the Lord
in prayer, and in a vision was caught up to the
first heaven, where I learned from one of our
departed saints that the vile image of some
young Gentile and sinner had filled her mind
and corrupted her heart. I did not wish to
report her to the Church, but informed her that
God was displeased witli her frowning face, and
that if she did not return to meekness and duty,
he would turn the heart of his Elder against
her, and that his affection would be given to
another. The Lord commanded me to go and
meet the train. I did so. I saw Emily seated
under a tent—her hair all loose; my heart was
smitten, and I heard a voice which said, 'Elder
Henry, that is she of whom I spoke; take her
to thy home, love and cherish her!' Thus you
see how grand our system is—one is in the
kitchen, and another assists; two attend to the
house; and Emily, poor, young, frail thing,
receives and entertains company—she is not fit
for housework."