A BELATED MARTYRDOM The rectory at Edom was hot with the fever of preparation.

The invitation to preach at St.Antipas meant an offer of that parish should the preaching be approved.

It was a most desirable parish--Browett's city church being as smart as one of his steam yachts or his private train (for nothing less than a train sufficed him now--though there were those of the green eyes who pretended to remember, with heavy sarcasm, the humbler day when he had but a beggarly private car, coupled to the rear of a common Limited).

It was, moreover, a high church, its last rector having been put away for the narrowness of refusing to "enrich the service." This was the church and this the patron above all others that the Reverend Allan Delcher Linford would have chosen, and earnestly did he pray that God in His wisdom impart to him the grace to please Browett and those whom Browett permitted to have a nominal voice in the control of St.Antipas.
Both Aunt Bell and Nancy came to feel the strain of it all.

The former promised to "go into the silence" each day and "hold the thought of success," thereby drawing psychic power for him from the Reservoir of the Eternal.
Nancy could only encourage by wifely sympathy, being devoid of those psychic powers that distinguished Aunt Bell.