nd understood some of his mother's remarks about ministers.
Yes, Thomas Strong was his father! Lucy's father! Why, he and Lucy were
brother and sister!

It is quite useless to try to tell all that was in Chester Lawrence's
thoughts and heart from then on all that afternoon. He did not know,
neither did he care how long he lay on the grass in the park, but there
came a time when his solitude became unbearable, so he walked with
feverish haste into the crowded streets. The lamps were being lighted
when he came to the Thames Embankment, where he watched for a time the
black, sluggish water being sucked out to sea by the outgoing tide. Then
he walked on. St. Paul loomed high in the murky darkness. He got into
the ridiculously narrow streets of Paternoster Row, where he had on his
first visit bought a Bible. The evening was far spent and the crowds
were thinning when he recognized the Bank of England corner.

Realizing at last that he was tired, he climbed on top of a bus going in
the direction of his lodgings, where he arrived somewhere near midnight.
He went to bed, but not to sleep for many hours.

"Lucy, you are my sister. I love you as that--but my wife you never can
be--" yes; he would have to tell her that. But why had this father of
his let him and Lucy go on as they had? He had told his father the
secret of his life. He remembered distinctly his father's actions how he
had even called him "son," which he had thought at the time was for
Lucy's sake. Knowing him and Lucy to be brother and sister, why had he
permitted them to form ties such as had been formed? Was it a plot on
his father's part to again bring misery to human souls, to make to
suffer those that were of his own flesh and blood? No, no; that was
impossible. Surely he was not that kind of man.

More clearly now the panorama of his life came before him. Where was the
Lord in all this? He had thought the Lord had led his steps wonderfully
to so meet one who made his life supremely happy--but now--the darkness
and the despair of soul came again--was this not a hideous nightmare?
The day would bring light and peace.

Towards morning, Chester dozed fitfully, and at last when he awoke the
day was well advanced. He and Uncle Gilbert had been in the park--uncle
in reality now. Yes; it all came to him again. It had been no dream.

Chester got up, soused himself in cold water, then as he was dressing
said to himself. "Well, what's to be done? I must make this t