Uncle Gilbert quickly came to his
brother's side. The minister's face was pale, his eyes were closed for a
moment. Then he opened them, sat upright, ran his hand over his face,
and smiled at his brother.

"Don't be alarmed," he said, "it was nothing. I'm all right."

He walked about while the maid came in and set the table for dinner. The
minister linked his arm into his brother's. "Say, brother," he asked,
"would you not be lonesome up in heaven without Aunt Sarah?"

Uncle Gilbert was seriously alarmed. He had in mind to call Lucy, when,
providentially she came to them.

"I think your father's not well, Lucy?" said Uncle Gilbert, as she took
her father's other arm.

"What's the matter, papa?" she asked.

"I am well," protested the father--"as well as I ever was. I've just
been telling brother here some things--some gospel truths in fact, and I
guess they're beyond you yet," he said to his brother.

"Well," replied Uncle Gilbert, "I'll admit I've never heard you talk
like that before."

"Why, I've preached these things scores of times from the pulpit, and my
congregations have thought them fine. I didn't tell, however, where my
inspiration came from."

"Where did it come from?" asked Lucy.

"From your books, my dear."

"My books?"

"Yes; from your books on 'Mormonism'."

Had not dinner just then been announced, it is hard to say what would
have become of Uncle Gilbert's astonishment. Across the table he saw
Lucy's reassuring smile from which he himself took courage that all was
well.

CHAPTER XIII.

_My Dear Lucy_:--I am writing this in my room high up on the hillside of
Lucerne, (Luzern) pronounced as if there were a "t" before the "z." The
day is closing. The light is yet bright on the mountains, but the lake
lies in shadows. The lamps are being lighted down below in the town and
along the promenade. I hear faintly the arrival of the steamer at the
pier.

But let me begin at the beginning, and tell you what I have seen and
done up to the present. This telling is a poor substitute for the
reality, I assure you; but as you have never been in Switzerland, you
might be interested in the sights here--through my eyes! Let me say now,
before I forget, that at every point of beauty and interest, I said in
my heart, "O that Lucy could be here to enjoy this!" It really seemed
selfish in me to be alone. And then, you know, the pleasure of sight
seeing is materially enhanced when one has a sympathet