Towards evening the rain ceased. As the darkness came on, the clouds
billowed across the vast upper expanse. Chester and his new-made friends
paced the deck and watched the night settle on the water, and enclose
the ship in its folds. They talked of the strange new experience on
ship-board, then they told somewhat of each other's personal history.
The sea was rough, and the ship pitched more and more as it met the
swells of the Atlantic. The question of sea-sickness came up.

"I have crossed the ocean three times," remarked Elder Malby, "and
escaped the sickness each time. I hope for as good luck now."

"It _is_ a matter of luck, I understand," said Chester. "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