"Yes; I want to keep going. Yesterday was not bad. I felt fine all day." That afternoon Chester had his first trial in delivering gospel tracts from door to door. He approached his task timidly, but soon caught the spirit of the work. He had a number of interesting experiences. One old gentleman invited him into the house, that he might more freely tell the young man what he thought of him and his religion, and this was by no means complimentary. An old lady, limping to the door and learning that the caller was from America, told him she had a son there--and did he know him? Then there were doors slammed in his face, and some gracious smiles and "thank you"--altogether Chester was so busy meeting these various people that he had no time to worry over those who now should be nearly to Kildare Villa in green Ireland. While he was eating supper with the elders, which Elder Malby said he had well earned, a messenger came to the door. Was one Chester Lawrence there? Yes. "A telegram for him, please." Chester opened the message and read: "Come to Liverpool in morning. All well. Tell me when and where to meet you--Lucy." Chester handed the message to Elder Malby. "Once more, don't you see," said the elder, smiling, "all is well." "Yes; yes," replied Chester in a way which was more of a prayer of thanksgiving than common speech. Early the following morning Captain Brown was rewarded for his gallant lack of inquisitiveness regarding the sending and the receiving of telegrams by Lucy coming to him with her sweetest smile and saying: "Captain Brown, was that horse and carriage you used yesterday yours?" "Oh no; that belongs to my neighbor--only when I am not using it. Do you wish a drive this morning?" "I want to meet the noon train from London at Lime Street Station; and if it wouldn't be too much trouble--" "Not at all. My neighbor is very glad to have me exercise the horse a bit. Can you drive him alone?" "I'm a little nervous." "Will I do for coachman?" "If you would, Captain?" "Then that's settled. I'll go immediately and make arrangements;" which he did. "Papa," said Lucy to her father, "the captain will drive me to the station. You'll be all right until we get back?" "All right, yes; don't worry more about me. I'm getting strong faster than I ever did before. See." He paced back and forth with considerable vim in his movements. "Why," he continued, stopping in front of Lucy and kissing her gently on the cheek, "I feel better right now than I have for a long time--better inside, you know." Lucy did not understand exactly what he meant by the "inside," but she did not puzzle her head about it. She was happy to know that her father was so well and that Chester was speeding to her. The day promised to be fair, and the drive to the station would be delightful. She was looking out of the window.