nly all we can see with our eyes, but all that comes
within view of our comprehension. Do you know," resumed Chester after a
pause, "I have come to this conclusion, that our universe is limited
only within the bounds of our faith. As we believe, and strive to
convert that belief into a living faith, so shall we know and realize."

The preacher looked keenly at the "Mormon," as if he would see the
fountain of these thoughts. Chester continued:

"But you, as a minister of the gospel, understand all these things.
However, I like to think about them and express them to those who will
listen"--and as the minister was listening, the young man went on:

"I reason it out this way: The Spirit of God--that is, His presence in
influence and knowledge and power, as you so beautifully put it
yesterday at the services, is everywhere in the universe. There is no
place in heaven or hell, or in the uttermost bounds of space but God is
there. As you also stated, we may not fully understand this infinite
magnificence of God, but this has been done to help us: the Father has
revealed Himself to us through his Son. The Son we can comprehend, for
He was one of us. We learn from scripture that this Son had all power
both in heaven and earth given him; that He was, in fact, 'heir of all
things.' Now, when that fact is fixed in my mind, I connect this other
with it, that we, God's children also, are joint heirs with Christ; and
in fact, if we continue on in the way He trod, we shall be like Him.
Now, then, what does this chain of argument lead us to? That we may
follow in the footsteps of God, and where He has gone, or shall go, we
may go. Think of it--no, we can't. Only for an instant can our minds
dwell upon it, then we drop to the common level again, and here we are,
a speck on the surface of the deep."

"What is that book you are reading?" asked the minister. He had
evidently also dropped to the "common level;" or perhaps he had not
soared with his companion.

"This? O, this is Kipling's 'Plain Tales from the Hills.' I like
Kipling, but I wish he hadn't written some very untruthful things about
my people."

"Has he?"

"Yes. It seems he made a flying visit through Salt Lake City, and took
for gospel truth the lurid stories hack drivers tell to tourists so that
they may get their money's worth."

"Well, I don't know;--but that brings me to the point of my errand. I
sought you out especially today to ask you not to talk religion to my