I've watched you."
"In future I will--"
"Well, that rests with yourself, but your health is bad, and you're not
going to take the funeral tomorrow. You've had a sudden breakdown, and
you're going to get a call from some church in the East--as far East as
Yokohama or Bagdad, I hope; and leave here in a few weeks. You
understand? I've thought the thing out, and you've got to go. You'll do
no good to yourself or others here. Take my advice, and wherever you go,
walk six miles a day at least, work in a garden, eat half as much as you
do, and be good to your wife. 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.
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