Story of Chester Lawrence | Page 2

the Land of
Joseph. He was a pleasant-looking man, with hair and beard tinged
with gray, clear blue eyes, a firm mouth, about which at that moment
there played a faint smile. Apparently, he wished to make further
acquaintance with Chester, for he asked:
"How far west were you looking just now?"
The question went deeper than Chester thought possible. He colored a
trifle, but there was no time to reply, for the other continued:
"Mine was farther than that gray blot called New York, farther than the
Alleghany mountains; in fact, it extended across the plains of the west
to the Rocky Mountains--"
"So was mine!" exclaimed the younger man. "Let's shake hands upon it.
My name is Chester Lawrence, and I'm a Mormon."
"My name is George Malby."
"Elder George Malby?"
"Yes; I am a Mormon elder going on a mission to Great Britain."
"I'm mighty glad to meet you, Elder Malby. I thought there wasn't a
soul on board this vessel that I could approach as a friend; now I have a
brother."
"Three of them," corrected the elder. "There are two more missionaries
on board. Not a large party of us this time. Would you like to meet
them?"
There was no more land to be seen now. The sea stretched all around,

with clouds above, and the rain. There was more comfort below, so the
two newly-made friends went down. Chester met the other elders who
were younger men, one destined for Scandinavia, the other for the
Netherlands. It did not take long for the four men to become acquainted.
Presently the dinner gong sounded, and all became interested in the
first meal on ship-board.
Practically every one sat down to that dinner, and did full justice to it.
For many, that was the only meal eaten for days. Chester was not
seated at the same table as his friends. At his right was a chatty old
gentleman and at his left a demure lady who ate in silence. Strangeness,
however, is soon worn off when a company of people must eat at the
same table for a week; that is, if the dreaded sea-sickness does not
interfere too much with the gathering together at meal-time.
Towards evening the rain ceased. As the darkness came on, the clouds
billowed across the vast upper expanse. Chester and his new-made
friends paced the deck and watched the night settle on the water, and
enclose the ship in its folds. They talked of the strange new experience
on ship-board, then they told somewhat of each other's personal history.
The sea was rough, and the ship pitched more and more as it met the
swells of the Atlantic. The question of sea-sickness came up.
"I have crossed the ocean three times," remarked Elder Malby, "and
escaped the sickness each time. I hope for as good luck now."
"It is a matter of luck, I understand," said Chester. "Sea-sickness is no
respecter of persons, times, or so-called preventatives. The weak
sometimes escape, while the strong are laid low. I feel all right yet."
The two younger men were fighting bravely, but it was not long before
they excused themselves hurriedly, and went below, and to bed.
Chester and Elder Malby displayed splendid sea-legs, so they walked
until they were tired, then took possession of some chairs in a sheltered
corner, wrapping their coats well around them.
"I wish I were going on a mission, as you are," Chester was saying.
"My trip is somewhat aimless, I fear. For a year or more I have had a

notion that I ought to see Europe. I have seen a good deal of America,
both East and West. I lived for some time in Salt Lake City, though I
became a Church member in Chicago. But about Europe," he continued
as if he did not then wish to speak of his Western experiences, "you
know, one must have seen somewhat of the Old World to have the
proper 'culture,'--must have seen Europe's pictures, old castles, and
historic places. I know little and care less about the culture, but I have
always had a desire to see England, and some of France and Germany,
and the Alps--yes, I want to see the Alps and compare them with our
Rockies. Rome, and other Italian cities, are interesting, too, but I may
not get to them this time. I do hope some good will come of all
this--somehow I think it will not be wholly in vain."
The older man let him talk without interruption. There was something
uncommon in the life of this young man, but it would not do to show
undue haste in wishing to know it. It was easily to be seen that Chester
was helped in this opportunity to talk to a friend