"My name is Lawrence--Chester Lawrence."

The minister had arisen as if about to go, but he now sat down again.
Chester did not understand the strange twitching of the minister's lips
or the pallor of his face. What had he said or done to agitate the man
so much?

"Chester Lawrence!" repeated Mr. Strong under his breath.

"You have never met me before, have you? Perhaps--"

"No; I have never met you before. No, no; of course not. There was just
something come over me. I'm not very well, and I suppose I--"

He stopped, as if he lacked words.

"May I get you anything, a drink of water?" suggested Chester.

"No, no; it was nothing. Sit down again"--for Chester also had
arisen--"and tell me some more about yourself. I am interested."

"Well, my life has been very uneventful, and yet in a way, I have lived.
As a boy in Chicago, I suppose, my young days passed as others; but it
was when I went out west and met the 'Mormons' that things happened to
me."

"Yes, yes."

"I don't mean that I had any adventures or narrow escapes in a physical