"You are not very strong yet." "Thank you." He put his arm about Chester's neck so that the stronger man could nearly carry the weaker.

As they walked slowly across the room under the lamps anyone could see a striking resemblance between the two men.

As they said good night and parted at the father's door, the older man's hand patted softly the young man's cheek.

Chester felt the touch, so strange that it thrilled him.

"That was for Lucy's sake," he said to himself as he sought the quietness of his own room.
* * * * * There were no apparent reasons why Chester Lawrence should not accompany Uncle Gilbert to Liverpool, so neither Chester nor Lucy tried to find any.