were some gruesome articles
here.

"All in the name of religion," remarked the minister, shaking his head.
"It seems to me that in those days men taxed their ingenuity to find new
and more terrible means of inflicting pain. And men suffered in those
days because of religious belief."

Someone had expressed himself on the subject in these lines, which they
read from a card:

"By my soul's hope of rest,
I'd rather have been born, ere man was blessed
With the pure dawn of revelation's light;
Yea; rather plunge me back into pagan night
And take my chances with Socrates for bliss,
Than be a Christian of a faith like this."

Out from the depressing gloom of the prison, they took the electric car
to Scheveningen, the famous sea-side resort. The season was hardly begun
yet, so there were but few visitors. However, the sands dotted with
their peculiar wicker shelters and the beautiful blue North Sea were
there. Out on the water could be seen the little "pinken"--the fishing
boats, their sails red and taut or white and wing-like, speeding before
the wind. The waves swept in long straight lines, and broke on the sands
in muffled sound. The scene was restful, so the party was served with
something to eat and drink on a table within sound and sight of the open
sea.

That evening, back in Rotterdam, Chester and Lucy, while the two
brothers took their ease "at home," found the Mission headquarters,
introduced themselves to the elders, and spent a few hours very
pleasantly with them. They learned from the missionaries that the Dutch
were for the most part, an honest, God-fearing people, quite susceptible
to the gospel. There were no meetings that evening, but in lieu
thereof, the presiding elder took them out and introduced them to some
of the Saints. Then, when they came back to the office, the housekeeper
served them with cool milk, white bread, sweet butter, and whiter
cheese.

The next day the tourists went on to Brussels, stopping a few hours only
at Antwerp, which city was a surprise. As Chester said, "I remember
seeing such a place on the map, but I had no idea it was such a fine,
large city.

They saw many wide streets lined with the most unique houses, many of
them having "terraced gables" facing the street.

"This is certainly the town for fancy 'gingerbread' decorations,"
commented Chester, as they observed the net-work of cornices and forest
of pinnacles. There was even a full-sized moun