"But," she said finally, "you must in some way, Mrs. Bradley, connect it up with religion, or it will come to naught in the end."
"I am not so sure of that," was the reply. "I've been studying on that part of it, and reading what little I can find to read, and listening, too, whenever I can hear it talked about."
"I am sure you must get great help from Mr. Farrar's sermons. I'm so glad to see you in church every Sunday morning."
"Yes; I come quite regularly. I'm always interested in the sermon."
"Mr. Farrar is very grateful to you for giving him such splendid assistance in his fight."
"I try to help him. I think he's a very wise and good man."
"He is, indeed. You can rest assured of that."
"And being so wise and good he deserves to be very happy."
"I think he almost glories in this warfare for righteousness."
"He should be happy and satisfied in all of his relations in order to do his best work."
"I presume he is thus happy and satisfied."
"I don't know. I've been told that his wife is not in sympathy with him; that she doesn't understand him and doesn't appreciate him. If that is so it's a pitiful situation."
"If it is so, it is certainly unfortunate, but I do not quite credit that story."
Mrs. Bradley went on as though she had not heard.
"A man such as he is ought to have a wife of the same mind with him. She ought to be one with him in everything. She ought to give herself up completely to him and to his work. And she would have a rich reward, because I believe such a man as he is could love intensely."
She had been looking away into some glowing
