of the 'Mormon' services. I there learned that an
acquaintance of mine belonged to the 'Mormon' Church, and depend upon
it, I had her tell me what she knew."

"And your father?"

"He objected, of course. At first, I told him everything. He had always
let me go to any and all religious gatherings without objection. He
even laughingly told me I could don the Salvation lassie's bonnet and
beat a drum in the street, if I wanted to; but when it came to the
'Mormons,' O, he was angry, and forbade me from ever going to their
meetings or reading their literature. I thought it strange."

"It's not strange at all,--when you understand," remarked Chester, who
was intensely interested in her story. "I suppose you obeyed your
father."

"Well, now, you want me to tell you the truth, of course--I--I wasn't
curious--"

"Certainly not."

"You're laughing at me. But I wasn't, I tell you. I was interested.
There is something in 'Mormonism' that draws me to it. I don't know much
about it, to be sure, for it seems that the subject always widens out to
such immensity. I want you to tell me more about Joseph Smith, the Book
of Mormon and the new revelations."

"But your father will object. What would he say if he knew you were
sitting here in this beautiful moonlight talking to a 'Mormon'?"

"I'm of age, I guess. I'm doing nothing wrong, I hope."

"I hope not. Far be it for me to harm you--or any living soul. But I
don't know much about the gospel as we call it--for you must know it is
the simple gospel of Jesus Christ revealed anew. There are three other
'Mormons' on board, missionaries going to Europe. One of them at least
could tell you much."

"But I'd be pleased to hear you tell me--is, is that father? I wonder if
he is looking for me."

Chester looked in the direction indicated. A man came up, then passed
on; it was not the minister. The girl crouched into the shadow, and as
she did so her shoulder pressed against Chester's. Then she sprang up.

"Well, I was foolish," she exclaimed, "to be afraid of dear old daddy!"

Chester also arose, and the two walked to the railing. They stood there
in the moonlight. Great clouds of black smoke poured from the ship's
funnels, and streamed on to windward, casting a shadow on the white
deck. They looked out to the water, stretching in every direction into
the darkness. Then as if impelled by a common impulse, they looked at
each other, then blushed, and lowered their eyes. The girl's