Lucy was interested.
"Tell us about Salt Lake City, and, and the Mormons,'" pleaded she.
"Never mind the 'Mormons,' Lucy," admonished her father.
"It's difficult to speak of Utah and Salt Lake without mentioning the 'Mormons,'" added Chester.
"Then let's talk of something else, something more pleasant." Evidently this minister was like all others, Chester concluded; sane and intelligent on all subjects but one,--the "Mormons." Well, he would set himself right before these two people, and do it now.
"I can say," said Chester, "that my experience among the 'Mormon' people has been among the most pleasant of my life.

In fact, I don't know where I can go to find a more honest, God-fearing, virtuous people.

I--" "Young man," interrupted the clergyman, looking keenly at him, "are you a 'Mormon' ?" "Yes, sir; I have that honor." Lucy gave a cry, whether of alarm or gladness, the young man could not then tell.

The minister arose slowly.

"Lucy," he said, "let us walk a little more," and without another word the two resumed their promenade.
But in Lucy's face there appeared concern.