Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-10
THE RENUNCIATION
 By MARTHA HENDERSON GRAY
(Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowles)

Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowies)
 Rev. Philip Ware looked thoughtful. ly around the sitting-room of the tiny flat. It was very homelike; there were evidences of woman's fingers in every little nook, and over all was the soft rose light from the lamp. She had come into his parish six months before, and he had made his i first call upon her in his capacity of minister. He had called many times very many times, but these were not altogether in the capacity of minister. This was noted by his devoted par ish, and on this account the newcom- CT was promptly disliked by several. There was one girl who disliked her particularly; tall dark girl, with beautiful hair, and the face of a saint. Besides, the report had been spread abroad, started by some one who "knew her before she came to M-," that she was separated from her hus- ! hand.
 Rev. Philip Ware thought of all this as he waited.
 It would be very simple, he req soned. He would not stay long. they would have pleasant. friendly chat at first, and then as he was going, he would tell her. She would under stand: she was woman of the world, and would know what he meant with out his telling 1t all.
 Then feeling that he was not alone. he looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. She was looking at him with a peculiar intense expression in her eyes, and he caught the look be- fore she had time to, veil it behipd her usual laughing manner.
 At that look Rev. Philip Ware lost his wonderful self.control Springing to his feet, he strode determinedly to the door and clasped the soft. woman. ly figure in his arms. She quivered a little and then was very still. Silently he laid her head against his shoulder and laid his lips upon hers. Somehow he had forgotten about the friendly chat and the little message just before he went.
 Suddenly the sound of bell in the next fiat brought them to conscious ness. It was the woman who started I back. Ea s
 Let me go. Philip" she said, quick. ly and firmly; let me go."
 But he made no motion except to clasp her more closely. There was a dogged look in his eyes which she did not like to see.
 Philip" she pleaded. and there was a ring almost of desperation in her voice. flor Gods sake let me go."
 At that name-the name of the King whose ambassador he was-some con- sciousness of what he was doing came to Rev. Philip Ware, and for Gods sake-for. His only-he let her go.
 Listen to me. Marian" he cried My love fcr you is stronger than any. thing else. and-you must love me you shall @
 Rev. Philip Wares voice rang out as firmly and powerfully as was Its wont when he read. Thou shalt not" in the Commandments. Perhaps the woman thought of this. for she shivered slightly.
 You know that to me" he went on. more quietly. death alone has the power to separate those who have been joined together: but since in your eyes divorce is lawful. I will wait until you are freed. So now there can be nothing tc keep us apart unless you say that you do not love me: but you dO-is it not SO. sveet7"
 He bent nearer slowly. as if afraid of frightening her, but as he touched her hair ste started back and. snatch ing away her hands. moved quickly 10 the other side of the room Slowly she turned and faced him. and when she spoke Der voice was calm and natural
 T think you must surely be forget ting yourself. I did not know that had ever given you cause to think that loved you-until. perhaps. just nov; but that vas because-beeause -9u surprised me % that I did not re- sIize Nhs, you were saying and do- ing
 Had she thought of 1t she would have been amused al herself for fslter- inEshs 70 whom this vss an old story.
 But ss she glanced st him there vss somsshing Ia his eyes that she could not bear t- see-fhose eyes from whose depths sh. poald have kept away the shadow ef pain with her very life She only knew that she loved hin bel ter than anything Ia the hesvs1s above CT the waters under the earth the pkszse cane 10 her 1ahidds1- and thst she had given hin his death bsOr. Why coald she not % to hfa