The minister tried to follow in his mind these little floating worlds; but they were too slow.

Like the lightning he crossed the Atlantic and then with the same speed flew half way across the American continent to a big, black, busy city roaring with the traffic of men.

Then out a few miles to the college, where he as a young divinity student had spent some years of his early manhood--and there and then he had met her--Also, years later, the woman whom he had married--and at each big milestone in his journey of life there had been "Mormons" and "Mormonism." "'Mormonism,' 'Mormonism,'" the man whispered hoarsely.
"Anna--Clara--Lucy--Chester--and now--and now what! O, my God!" It was nearly midnight when Lucy, becoming alarmed at her father's long absence from his state room, came slowly on deck, stopping now and then to rest.

She saw him by the rail, went up to him, took him by the arm and with a few coaxing words led him down into his room.

As he kissed her good-night with uncommon fervor, he looked into her upturned face and said: "Are you going to love this young man--Chester Lawrence ?" "Father," she cried, "what do you mean ?" "Just what I say.