"I am a 'Mormon,'" he continued.

"I am not ashamed of it, because I know what it means.

Only those who don't know despise the word." "Neither am I ashamed of it," she said as she looked him fairly in the face.

"I know a little--a very little--about the 'Mormons,' but that which I know is good." "What do you know ?" "I'll tell you.

One evening, in Kansas City I stopped to listen to two young men preaching on the street.