e?"

"Look here, once before, in your life, you felt as you do now; and you
told me yourself that not until you said both in your heart and to God
'Thy will be done' did you get peace. Try it again, brother. There is no
darkness but the Light of Christ can penetrate, there is no seeming evil
but the Lord can turn to your good. What did Job say of the Lord?"

"I don't know."

"'Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him.' And you are not yet as
Job. He lost everything. You have gained a father and a sister. That,
certainly, is something."

"Yes, it is; and yet in the finding of these two, I have lost--well--you
know--"

"Yes; I know; but the Lord can even make that right. Trust Him, trust
Him, always and in everything. That's my motto for life. I can not get
along without it."

"Thank you so very much."

They talked for some time, then they went out for a walk.

"But you haven't time to spend on me like this," remonstrated Chester.

"I am here to do all the good I can, and why should my services not be
given to those of the faith as well as to those who have no use for me
nor my message? Come along; I want to tell you of another letter which I
received from home,--yes, the twin calves are doing fine."

Chester smiled, which was just what his companion wanted. "You remain
here today," continued the elder. "The boys will be in after a while,
and then we shall have dinner. After that, if you are still thinking too
much of your own affairs, we'll take you out on the street and let you
preach to the crowd."

"That might help," admitted Chester.

"Help! It's the surest kind of cure."

Chester remained with the elders during the afternoon and evening, even
going out with them on the street. He was not called on to preach,
however, though he would have attempted it had he been asked.

Chester slept better that night. He felt so sure of himself next morning
that he could call on Lucy, and do the right thing. He did not forget or
neglect his prayers any more, and he was well on the way of saying
again, "Thy will be done," in the right spirit.

Uncle Gilbert met Chester at the door, not very graciously, however. He
replied to Chester's inquiries sharply:

"My brother is quite ill, brought about, I have no doubt, by your unwise
actions of yesterday morning. What was the matter with you? I don't
understand you."

Chester did not attempt any explanation or defense.

"And Lucy, too, was quite ill yesterday--no; s