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.