Shortly afterwards, Elder Malby arrived, and he saw in a moment that something was the matter with his young friend. "How are the folks," he asked, "Lucy and her father?" "He is not well," Chester replied. "That's too bad. And you are worried?" "Yes; but not altogether over that. There is something else, Brother Malby. I'll have to tell you about it. Will we be uninterrupted here?" "Come with me," said the elder and he took him into his own room up a flight of stairs. "Now, then, what can I do to help you?" "You will pardon me, I know; but somehow, I was led to tell you my story on ship-board, and you're the only one I can talk to now." Then Chester told the elder what he had learned. When he had finished, the elder's face was very grave. "What ought I to do?" asked Chester; "what can I do?" The other shook his head. "This is a strange story," he said; "but there can be no doubt that you are his son. You look like him. I noticed it on ship-board, but of course said nothing about it. But you _do_ look like him." "Do I?" "Yes; but why he encouraged you to make love to your sister--that is beyond me--I--I don't know what to say." "Oh, what _can_ I do?" There was a pause. Then the elder as if weighing well every word, said: "My boy, you can pray." "No; I can't even do that. I haven't said my prayers since this thing came to me. What can I pray about? What can I ask of God?" "Listen. It is easy to pray when everything is going along nicely, and we are getting everything we ask for; but when we seem to be up against hard fate; when despair is in our hearts and the Lord appears to have deserted us, then it is not so easy; but then is when we need most to pray." "Yes, yes, brother, true enough; but what's the use?" "Look here, once before, in your life, you felt as you do now; and you told me yourself that not until you said both in your heart and to God 'Thy will be done' did you get peace. Try it again, brother. There is no darkness but the Light of Christ can penetrate, there is no seeming evil but the Lord can turn to your good. What did Job say of the Lord?" "I don't know." "'Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him.' And you are not yet as Job. He lost everything. You have gained a father and a sister. That, certainly, is something." "Yes, it is; and yet in the finding of these two, I have lost--well--you know--" "Yes; I know; but the Lord can even make that right. Trust Him, trust Him, always and in everything. That's my motto for life. I can not get along without it." "Thank you so very much." They talked for some time, then they went out for a walk. "But you haven't time to spend on me like this," remonstrated Chester. "I am here to do all the good I can, and why should my services not be given to those of the faith as well as to those who have no use for me nor my message? Come along; I want to tell you of another letter which I received from home,--yes, the twin calves are doing fine."