It's bad enough for any woman to be a
parson's wife, but to be a parson's wife and your wife, too, wants a lot
of fortitude."
The heavy figure lurched to the upright, and steadied itself with a force
which had not yet been apparent.
"I'll do my best--so help me God!" he said and looked Ingolby squarely
in the face for the first time.
"All right, see you keep your word," Ingolby replied, and nodded good-
bye.
The other went to the door, and laid a hand on the knob.
Suddenly Ingolby stopped him, and thrust a little bundle of bills into
his hand. "There's a hundred dollars for your wife. It'll pay the
expense of moving," he said.
A look of wonder, revelation and gratitude crept into Tripple's face. "I
will keep my word, so help me God!" he said again.
"All right, good-bye," responded Ingolby abruptly, and turned away.
A moment afterwards the door closed behind the Rev. Reuben Tripple and
his influence in Lebanon. "I couldn't shake hands with him," said
Ingolby to himself, "but I'm glad he didn't sniffle. There's some stuff
in him--if it only has a chance."
"I've done a good piece of business, Berry," he said cheerfully as he
passed through the barber-shop.
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