"Some things," said he, "we can not give, much as we would like. Some burdens we must carry ourselves." "Which I take it, is a very wise provision," she added. There was silence after that. It was not easy for either of them to talk, each being constrained with his own crowded thoughts. Chester listened to the rhythmic beat of the machinery, and wondered vaguely how long it would continue thus, and what would happen if it had to stop. "Chester," said Lucy at last, "what if I should die?" She clung to him as she said it. "But, my dear, you're not going to die. You're going to get completely well again--You're going to stay with me, you know." "That's the worst, when I think of it--the thought of separating from you--O Chester, I can't do that--All my life I've waited and watched for you, and now to leave you, to lose you again--and we've been together such a short time! I can't bear to think of it." The tears welled in her eyes. "Then, my sweetheart mustn't think of it. We are going to be together, we two. 'Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge ... where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried!' quoted the young man, knowing not the prophetic import of his words. She leaned on his shoulder, and he stroked the hair from her forehead. "Did you have a talk with Captain Brown?" she asked. "Did you answer his questions?" Chester started, then understood. "Oh, yes," he replied. "Yesterday on the bridge we talked for an hour. He asked me all manner of questions, and I think I satisfied him. He had heard of Mormonism,' of course, but never of its message of salvation. I believe he's converted already." "I'm so glad, for he is such a nice man. Chester, I wish your father were more susceptible to the gospel. I can't understand him. He never opposes, nor does he now find fault with me; but as for himself--well, he says he's going back to the pulpit." "I am just as sorry as you, on that score; but we can but do our best, and let the Lord take care of the rest." Now when their thoughts ranged from self to others, Lucy felt so much better that she declared she was ready for the deck. So leaning on Chester's arm, they carefully climbed the stairs, and came to the open. There was a breeze, and a bank of clouds hung low to windward. Chester adjusted Lucy's wrap closely as they paced the deck slowly. The clouds lifted into the sky, shutting out the sun. On the horizon, winkings of lightning flashed. Evidently, a storm was coming. Captain Brown was quiet at the luncheon table. Chester noted it, and afterwards, followed the captain to the bridge. "How goes it?" asked Chester. "Not well," was the reply. "Do you see that list to larboard." "I don't understand."