"Temples are used for these baptisms. The Latter-day Saints are busy tracing back as far as possible their lines of ancestry, and then they are going into their temples--for they have already four of them--and are doing this work for their dead. In this way is being fulfilled Malachi's prediction that Elijah the Prophet should come before the great and dreadful day of the Lord, 'and He shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers,' lest the Lord come and smite the earth with a curse. You will find this in the last chapter of the Old Testament." The lamp burned late into the night as these two men sat by it talking; and the conversation was not, as one of them had planned, for the most part about the land of America and its material opportunities. XII. "Whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all that he hath, he cannot be my disciple."--_Luke 14:33._ "I cannot understand him," Frue Bogstad was saying. "His actions are so strange." "It's simply wicked of him," added Froken Selma Bogstad. "He is bringing the whole family into disrepute." The mother did not reply, but turned her face thoughtfully away from the angry daughter. "The boy is completely carried away with this American religion," continued the girl, pacing nervously back and forth in the room. "Pastor Tonset called to see him the other day, and you ought to have heard them! The pastor, as our friend, came to advise him; but do you think Henrik would take any advice? Why, he even argued with the pastor, saying that he could prove the truth of this religion from the Scriptures." "Has he talked to you about it?" "Yes; and he wanted me to accompany him to Osterhausgaden where these people hold meetings. I told him definitely and forcibly that I didn't want him to mention religion to me." "He seems to be in such deep earnest." "And that's the pity of it. It does no good to talk to him. He takes it for granted that he should be persecuted. I believe he is ready to give up everything for this creed that has him in its grasp." A violent ringing of the bell brought Selma to the door. It was Henrik, who had forgotten his latch key. He hung up his hat, wiped the perspiration from his face, for it was a warm evening; then he said cheerily: "Spring is coming; I feel it in the air. I'll be glad to get out to Nordal--there is so much to do this summer--" "Young man," interrupted the sister, "we have been talking about you." "About my wickedness, I suppose." "About your foolishness. It isn't very pleasant for us--what you're doing." "What am I doing? That which is unkind to you, mother?" He placed his arms lovingly around her shoulders, but she sat without replying, her face in her handkerchief. He turned to Selma. "What have I done?" he asked. "Do I drink? Do I gamble? Do I steal? Do I lie? Do I profane? Do I treat any of you unkindly? Am I disrespectful to my mother or my sister?"