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and quaint, the woodwork bare of paint and scoured clean and smooth by
years of scrubbing. In time we were served with bread (they were out of
butter, they said) preserved cherries, walnuts, and hot milk. (Our guide
said it was safer to have the milk boiled.) We enjoyed the meal amid the
unique surroundings. The good people were profuse with thanks when we
paid them in good-sized silver. I believe the elder left a gospel tract
with them, so who can tell what will be the outcome of our visit?

From Fluelen we took steamer back to Lucerne.

Well, it's getting late. I'd better go to bed. I fear I shall tire you
by my guide-book descriptions. But this for a good-night's thought: Here
I am away from you, away from my world, as it were. I can look back on
my short life, and I can see the hand of an allwise and merciful Father,
shaping events, ever for my good. Was it chance that we two should have
taken the same steamer and be thrown together as we were. Not at all.
There is a power behind the universe--call it what we may--which
directs. This power will not permit any honest, truth-seeking soul to be
overcome and be destroyed. I thank the Lord for His blessings to me. Out
of seeming darkness and despair He has led me to light and happiness.
And may I say it, we two, because of our cleaving to the light as it has
been made known to us, have been brought together. Is it not true? I
wish and pray also that your father may soften his heart towards the
truth. I sometimes fear that his heart does already accept the gospel,
but that his will says no. There now, good night.

* * * * *

Good morning. I had a fine sleep. I dreamed that you were with me, and
we were looking at the Lion of Lucerne. The dying lion roared, and you
clasped me so tightly in your fright, that I awoke,--all of which
reminds me that I have not told you much about this city or its sights.

The Lion, I suppose is Lucerne's most distinctive curiosity. As you will
see by the card, it is a large figure of a lion carved out of the solid
rock in the hillside. Thorwaldsen furnished the model. It was made to
commemorate the bravery of the Swiss guards who fought in the service of
Louis XVI at the outbreak of the French Revolution.

Switzerland is sometimes called the playground of Europe. Down on the
promenades by the lakes, one may see people from "every nation under
heaven" nearly. By the way, who do you think I met, day befo