“I think I ought to tell you that I saw Mr. Farrar in the west.”
“Indeed?”
Her face paled a little, and her breath came quickly; otherwise she manifested no loss of composure.
“Yes. He is settled in a parish in Apollo City. Our bishop made it possible for him to go there. I heard that he was there, and being in that neighborhood I went over to see him.”
“I hope he is very happy and contented.”
“I never saw a man more absorbed in his work, or more enthusiastic about it. You know Apollo City is the center of a great agricultural and grazing region. Farmers and stock men come fifty miles in their automobiles to church. He has captured them all. It is an extremely democratic community, and a democratic church. Why, he tells me that the present church building was erected by gifts of an exactly equal amount from three hundred subscribers. That gives you an idea of the social equality that prevails out there.”
“He must be pleased with that.”
“He is delighted with it. He feels that he has been fitted into his proper niche.”
She waited a moment for him to continue his story, but he was silent. It was plain that if she would know more she must inquire. She felt that she must know more, and she inquired.
“And Mrs. Farrar? What about her?”