I there learned that an acquaintance of mine belonged to the 'Mormon' Church, and depend upon it, I had her tell me what she knew." "And your father ?" "He objected, of course.

At first, I told him everything.

He had always let me go to any and all religious gatherings without objection.

He even laughingly told me I could don the Salvation lassie's bonnet and beat a drum in the street, if I wanted to; but when it came to the 'Mormons,' O, he was angry, and forbade me from ever going to their meetings or reading their literature.

I thought it strange." "It's not strange at all,--when you understand," remarked Chester, who was intensely interested in her story.