her, and he even evaded her as much as possible.
This he could not wholly do without acting unmannerly. All were on deck
during those beautiful days, and twice on Tuesday Lucy and Chester and
the elders had played deck quoits, the father joining in one of them.
Lucy beamed on Chester in her quiet way until she noted the change in
his conduct towards her. The pained expression on the girl's face when
she realized this change, went to Chester's heart and he could have
cried out in explanation.

That evening Lucy found Chester in a corner of the library pretending to
read. There was no escape for him as she approached. What a sweet
creature she was, open-hearted and unafraid! His heart met her half way.

"What is the matter with you, Brother Lawrence?" she asked.

"There is nothing the matter with me."

"Then what have _I_ done?" She seated herself, and Chester laid his book
on the table. He would be plain and open with this girl. In the end
nothing is gained by mystery and silence. He told her plainly what had
taken place between himself and her father. She listened quietly, the
tears welling in her eyes as he progressed. Then for a moment she hid
her face in her hands while she cried softly.

"I shall not ask you to break your promise," she said at last, "but I
did so want to learn more of the gospel--the true restored gospel. It
isn't true that a discussion of these things affects me unfavorably. I
am never so well as when I am hearing about and thinking of them.
Perhaps father thinks so, however; I shall not misjudge him."

"So I shall keep my word," said he, "and if I keep it strictly, I should
not now prolong my talk with you. But I have a way out of your trouble.
You know Elder Malby. He is a wise man and knows the gospel much better
than I. He will gladly talk to you."

"Thank you. That's a good suggestion; but you--"

"I shall have to be content to look from afar off, or perchance to
listen in silence. Good night."

And so it happened that the very next morning when the passengers were
looking eagerly to the near approach to Queenstown, Lucy and Elder Malby
were seen sitting on deck in earnest conversation. Chester promenaded at
a distance with some envy in his heart; but he kept away. For fully an
hour the girl and the elderly missionary talked. Then the minister,
coming on deck saw them. He, no doubt, thought she was well out of
harm's way in such company, for he did not know Elder Malby. When he
caug