ck."

"Did you wish to see me?" asked Chester.

"Yes; I--you'll not think me over bold, will you, but I had to find
you--won't you sit down here--I can't talk very loudly tonight."

Chester drew a chair close to hers. A light wrap clung about her and the
moonlight streamed on head and face. The young man, in the most
matter-of-course-way adjusted the wrap to the girl's shoulders as he
said:

"You are not well, tonight."

"Oh, I'm as well as usual--thank you." She smiled faintly. "Will you
forgive us?"

He was about to reply, "Forgive you for what?" but he checked himself.
Somehow, he could not feign ignorance as to what she meant, neither
could he use meaningless words to her.

"We were very rude to you yesterday, both father and I; and I wanted to
make some explanations to you, so you would understand. I am so sorry."

"You and your father are already forgiven. If there were a grain of
ill-feeling against him this afternoon, it all completely vanished when
I heard him talk at the services."

"You were there?"

"Yes. Now don't you worry." He was nearly to say "Little Sister;" but
again he checked himself. "I am a 'Mormon,'" he continued. "I am not
ashamed of it, because I know what it means. Only those who don't know
despise the word."

"Neither am I ashamed of it," she said as she looked him fairly in the
face. "I know a little--a very little--about the 'Mormons,' but that
which I know is good."

"What do you know?"

"I'll tell you. One evening, in Kansas City I stopped to listen to two
young men preaching on the street. They were just boys, and they did not
have the appearance of preachers. You must know that I have always been
interested in religion, and religious problems. Perhaps that is natural,
seeing my father is a minister. I read his books, and many are the
discussions I have had with him over points of doctrine,--and we don't
always agree, either. He, however, usually took my little objections
good naturedly until one day he asked me where I had obtained a certain
notion regarding baptism. In reply I handed him the booklet I had
received at the 'Mormon' street meeting. He looked at it curiously for a
moment, wanted to know where I had obtained it, then locked it up in his
desk. He was really angry; as that was something he had never been
before over any religious question, I was surprised and impressed. I
had, however, read carefully the booklet. Not only that, but I had been
secretly to one