"Tracting. Do you want to try?"
"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.