ter. "Sea-sickness is
no respecter of persons, times, or so-called preventatives. The weak
sometimes escape, while the strong are laid low. _I_ feel all right
yet."

The two younger men were fighting bravely, but it was not long before
they excused themselves hurriedly, and went below, and to bed. Chester
and Elder Malby displayed splendid sea-legs, so they walked until they
were tired, then took possession of some chairs in a sheltered corner,
wrapping their coats well around them.

"I wish I were going on a mission, as you are," Chester was saying. "My
trip is somewhat aimless, I fear. For a year or more I have had a notion
that I ought to see Europe. I have seen a good deal of America, both
East and West. I lived for some time in Salt Lake City, though I became
a Church member in Chicago. But about Europe," he continued as if he did
not then wish to speak of his Western experiences, "you know, one must
have seen somewhat of the Old World to have the proper 'culture,'--must
have seen Europe's pictures, old castles, and historic places. I know
little and care less about the culture, but I have always had a desire
to see England, and some of France and Germany, and the Alps--yes, I
want to see the Alps and compare them with our Rockies. Rome, and other
Italian cities, are interesting, too, but I may not get to them this
time. I do hope some good will come of all this--somehow I think it will
not be wholly in vain."

The older man let him talk without interruption. There was something
uncommon in the life of this young man, but it would not do to show
undue haste in wishing to know it. It was easily to be seen that Chester
was helped in this opportunity to talk to a friend that could understand
and be trusted. They sat late that night. The sea roared about them in
the darkness. There was a fascination about this thing of seeming
life--the ship--forcing itself against wind and wave into the darkness,
and bearing safely with it in light and comfort a thousand precious
souls.

Chester slept fairly well, and was awake next morning at daylight.
Though the ship was pitching and rocking, he felt no indications of
sea-sickness. He gazed out of the port-hole at the racing waves. Some of
them rose to his window, and he looked into a bank of green water. He
got up and dressed. It was good to think he would not be sick. Very few
were stirring. A number who were, like himself, immune, were briskly
pacing the deck. Chester joined