“I know little about God’s purposes. I only know what power these men have to destroy you, and I know they are going to use their power without mercy.”
Barry broke in. “That’s right, Farrar,” he said. “Phil and Boston and the rest of them have got you in their grip. I heard to-day that they’re going to choke off your salary. That’s where the shoe will pinch. So Mary and I have decided that you’d better call the whole thing off, and get back into harness as it were.”
“Let me understand you,” said the rector. “It is not because either of you think that I am in the wrong that you advocate surrender?”
“No,” came the answer in unison.
“But because you believe it to be expedient?”
“Exactly,” replied Barry. But Mrs. Bradley added:
“I am thinking of your family.”
“I, too, have thought of my family,” came the response. “We are all in God’s hands. I have no doubt, if the worst should come to the worst, He will point out to me a way to provide for them.”
“And I am thinking also of your career,” she added.
“A career,” he said, “built upon the suppression of honest thought, and made successful by fawning upon the rich while the poor are crying out for social, spiritual and material bread, would be a most inglorious and unhallowed thing.”