land alone, contrary to the program he
had looked forward to. Uncle Gilbert did not care to go. Mr. Strong
would have to remain with Lucy, so if Chester was to see Switzerland, he
would have to try it alone. When Chester heard of the arrangement, he
demurred; but when Lucy's father suggested to him that perhaps it would
be best for her, he said no more.

After Chester's departure, the three settled down to the business at
hand, that of resting. That was easy enough for Lucy and her father, but
Uncle Gilbert was hale and hearty, so he continued to make short daily
excursions to points of interest. They had pleasant quarters, not too
near the noise of the city. The semi-private hotel had but few guests,
so the back garden in which dinner was usually served, proved a
desirable lounging-place.

Uncle Gilbert was away that afternoon. Lucy was resting in her room. The
Rev. Mr. Strong paced nervously back and forth in the garden for a time,
then dropped heavily into an easy chair. The French maid, stepping
quietly about placed a pillow under his head, which kindness he accepted
gratefully. The garden was still. There were no sharp near-noises, the
city's activity coming merely as a faint distant hum.

The minister closed his eyes, but he did not go to sleep. His mind was
too active for that, his nerves were tingling again. The bright, gay
life about him did not exist for him. That afternoon he lived in the
past. He marshalled for review contending thoughts, that had for many
years fought for supremacy. Out of the chaos of conflict no order had
yet come. He was getting old before his years justified it.

Why should he, a minister of the word of God, be so easily moved by
strange religious ideas? Faintly as if from some distant, mostly
forgotten past, there came to him this idea, that the truth, the whole,
clean, simple truth as it exists in Christ Jesus had been told him, and
he had rejected it. Why he had done this was not clear to him. He seemed
to have lived in periods of alternating darkness and light. Then later,
he had come in contact with so-called "Mormonism." Strange to say, its
teachings had the same ring as that which he had heard before; but this
time he rejected it because of its evil name. Once again, a little
later, these same doctrines had come to him, but they were not welcomed
when he learned that those who taught them and lived them were simple,
ofttimes uneducated people, usually called the "scum" of the