"Well, young man, you look like a clean, honest chap. Tell me why you are proud to be a 'Mormon'."
Dorian did his best. He had had very little experience in presenting the principles of the gospel to an unbeliever, but Uncle Zed's teachings, together with his own studies, now stood him well in hand.
"Well," commented the farmer, "that's fine. You can't be a very bad man if you believe in and practice all what you have been telling us."
"I hope I am not a bad man. I have some light on the truth, and woe is me if I sin against that light."
The farmer turned to his wife. "Mother," he said, "I think you may safely tell him."
Dorian looked enquiringly at the woman.
"It's this," she said. "My husband brought home a postcard from the office last evening after you had left—a card from Miss Davis, asking us to send her an article of dress which she had forgotten. Here is the card. The address may help you to find her. I am sure you mean no harm to the girl."
Dorian made note of the address, as also that of the farmer's with whom he was visiting. Then he arose to go.
"Now, don't be in such a hurry," admonished the man. "We'll have dinner presently."
Dorian was glad to remain, as he felt quite at home with these people, Mr. and Mrs. Whitman. They had been good to Carlia. Perhaps he could learn a little more about her. The dinner was enjoyed very much. Afterward, Mrs. Whitman, encouraged by Dorian's attentiveness, poured into his willing ear all she had learned of the girl he was seeking; and before the woman ceased her freely-flowing talk, a most important item had been added to his knowledge of the case. Carlia, it seems, had gone literally helpless to her downfall. "Drugged" was the word Mrs. Whitman used. The villainy of the foul deed moved the young man's spirit to a fierce anger against the wretch who had planned it, and the same time his pity increased for the unfortunate victim. As Dorian sat there and listened to the story which the woman had with difficulty obtained from the girl, he again suffered the remorse of conscience which comes from a realization of neglected duty and disregarded opportunity. It was late in the afternoon before he got back to the town.