"Wait a moment. Stand right where you are, there in that light--you'll
excuse a sick man's humors, I know; but someone told me today that we
two look very much alike. I was just wondering whether it was a fancy
only--but I can't tell, nor you can't tell. It always takes a third
person to say."
"Yes; I suppose it does," laughed Chester. "But I don't object to the
resemblance."
"Nor I, my boy. Come here. Continue to take good care of Lucy. She's a
good, sweet girl." The man arose, as if to be off to bed. Chester put
his arm around him.
"Let me help you," said the young man. "You are not very strong yet."
"Thank you." He put his arm about Chester's neck so that the stronger
man could nearly carry the weaker. As they walked slowly across the room
under the lamps anyone could see a striking resemblance between the two
men. As they said good night and parted at the father's door, the older
man's hand patted softly the young man's cheek. Chester felt the touch,
so strange that it thrilled him. "That was for Lucy's sake," he said to
himself as he sought the quietness of his own room.
* * * * *
There were no apparent reasons why Chester Lawrence should not accompany
Uncle Gilbert to Liverpool, so neither Chester nor Lucy tried to find
any. Plans for meeting in London and on the continent were fully matured
and understood. The separation would be for a week or fortnight at most.
Lucy and Aunt Sarah waved their goodbyes as the train drew out of Cork
for Dublin.
Chester now understood why Ireland was called the Emerald Isle. Green,
green, everywhere--fields and hedges, trees and bushes, bogs and
hills--everything was green. Uncle Gilbert gave him full information on
all points of interest.
At Dublin they had a few hours to wait for the boat, so they looked
around the city, not forgetting the beautiful Phoenix Park. It was
evening when they went on board the steamer and to bed. Next morning,
they were awakened by the rattling of cables and chains as they slid
into a dock at Liverpool.
Chester and Gilbert Strong parted company at Liverpool, the latter to
attend to the business which had brought him there, the former to seek a
place of lodging. First he found 42 Islington, the headquarters of the
mission, introduced himself to the elders in charge, and asked them to
direct him to some cheap, but respectable lodgings. He was shown to a
nearby hotel where the missionaries usually put u
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