The minister looked somewhat queerly at Chester for a moment. Then his
gaze swept out to the water again as if a momentary disturbing thought
was gotten rid of. Lucy was interested.

"Tell us about Salt Lake City, and, and the Mormons,'" pleaded she.

"Never mind the 'Mormons,' Lucy," admonished her father.

"It's difficult to speak of Utah and Salt Lake without mentioning the
'Mormons,'" added Chester.

"Then let's talk of something else, something more pleasant."

Evidently this minister was like all others, Chester concluded; sane and
intelligent on all subjects but one,--the "Mormons." Well, he would set
himself right before these two people, and do it now.

"I can say," said Chester, "that my experience among the 'Mormon' people
has been among the most pleasant of my life. In fact, I don't know where
I can go to find a more honest, God-fearing, virtuous people. I--"

"Young man," interrupted the clergyman, looking keenly at him, "are you
a 'Mormon'?"

"Yes, sir; I have that honor."

Lucy gave a cry, whether of alarm or gladness, the young man could not
then tell. The minister arose slowly. "Lucy," he said, "let us walk a
little more," and without another word the two resumed their promenade.