"I like that!" exclaimed Zoe. "Many thanks, mamma, for my share of the privilege. I shall choose to have my thousand go to help the mission schools in Utah. I feel so sorry for those poor Mormon women. The idea of having to share your husband with another woman, or maybe half a dozen or more! It's simply awful!" "Yes; and that is only a small part of the wickedness Mormonism is responsible for," remarked Grandma Rose. "Think of the tyranny of their priesthood; interfering with the liberty of the people in every possible way--claiming the right to dictate as to what they shall read, where they shall send their children to school, with whom they shall trade, where they shall live, or ordering them to break up their homes, make a forced sale of their property, and move into another state or territory at their own cost, or go on a mission." "Their wicked doctrine and practice of what they call blood atonement, too," sighed Grandma Elsie. "And the bitter hatred they inculcate toward the people and government of these United States," added Zoe. "Oh I am sure both love of country and desire for the advancement of Christ's cause and kingdom, should lead us to do all we can to rescue Utah from Mormonism. Do you not think so, mamma?" "I entirely agree with you, and am well satisfied with your choice," Grandma Elsie replied. "Perhaps I shall choose for mine to go there too," said Rosie. "But I believe I'll take a little more time to consider the claims of other causes." Walter closed his book and came to his mother's side. "Am I to have a share in it, mamma?" he asked. "In selecting an object for me to give to? Yes, my son." "A thousand dollars?" "Yes." "Oh that's good! I think I'll adopt an Indian boy, clothe and educate him." "Adopt?" laughed Rosie; "a boy of ten talking about adopting somebody else!" "Not to be a father to him, Rosie--except in the way of providing for him as fathers do for their children. Mamma knows what I mean." "Yes, my boy, I do; and highly approve. As a nation we have robbed the poor Indians, and owe them a debt that I fear will never be paid." "I mean to do my share toward paying it if I live to be a man," Walter said, "and I'd like to begin now." "I am very glad to hear it, my son," responded his mother. "Would you prefer to have all your thousands go to pay that debt, mamma?" asked Rosie. "No, child, not all; as I have said, I highly approve of Zoe's choice; and I would send the gospel tidings into the dark places of the earth, to the millions who have never heard the name of Jesus." "And there is another race to whom we owe reparation," remarked Mr. Dinsmore, leaning back in his chair, and regarding the chess-board with a half rueful look. "There, Ned, my boy, I think you wouldn't have come off victor if my attention had not been called from the game by the talk of the ladies."