r of a big ship which plows majestically through a changeless, yet
ever-changing sea, has also its charms and advantages.

On the fourth day out. The water was smooth, the day so warm that the
shade was acceptable. Chester and Lucy had been up on the bridge with
Captain Brown, who had told them stories of the sea, and had showed them
pictures of his wife and baby, both safe in the "Port of Forever," he
had said. All this had had its effect on the two young people, and so
when they went down to escape the glare of the sun on the exposed
bridge, they sought a shady corner amid-ships. When they found chairs,
Chester always saw that she was comfortable, for though well as she
appeared, she was never free from the danger of a troublesome heart. The
light shawl which she usually wore on deck, hung loosely from her
shoulders across her lap, providing a cover behind which two hands could
clasp. They sat for some time that afternoon, in silence, then Lucy
asked abruptly:

"Chester, you haven't told me much about that girl out West. You liked
her very much, didn't, you?"

"Yes," he admitted, after a pause. "I think I can truthfully say I did;
but this further I can say, that my liking for her was only a sort of
introduction to the stronger, more matured love which was to follow,--my
love for you. I think I have told you before that you bear a close
resemblence to her; and it occurs to me now that therein is another of
God's wonderful providences."

"How is that?"

"Had you not looked like her I would not have been attracted to you,
and very likely, would have missed you and my father, and all this."

"I'm glad your experience has been turned to such good account. Now, I
for example, never had a beau until you came."

"What?"

"Oh, don't feign surprise. You know, I'm no beauty, and I never was
popular with the boys. Someone once told me it was because I was too
religious. What do you think of that?"

"Too religious! Nonsense. The one thing above another, if there is such,
that I like about you is that your beauty of heart and soul corresponds
to your beauty of face--No; don't contradict. You have the highest type
of beauty--"

"Beauty is in the eyes that see," she interrupted.

"Certainly; and in the heart that understands. As I said, the highest
type of beauty is where the inner and the outer are harmoniously
combined. I think that is another application of the truth that the
spiritual and the mortal, or 'element' a