The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1906-06-12
THE
REMUNERATION
By MARTHA HENDERSON GRAY
Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowles)

AACNs l. ulIlp w die lOOhCu
ly around the sitting-room of the tiny
fiat. 1t was very homelike; there
were evidences of a 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
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-
er was promptly disliked by several.
There was one girl who disliked her
particularly; a tall dark girl with
beautiful hair, and the face of saint.
Besides, the report had been spread
abroad, started by some one who
knew her before she came to NJ"
that she was separated from her hus-
band.
Rev Philip Ware thought of all this
as he waited
1t would be very simple, he rea-
soned. He would not stay long, they
would have a pleasant, friendly chat
at first, and then as he was going he
would tell her. She would under
stand; she was a woman of the world,
and would know what he meant with
out his telling it 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 behind her
usual laughing manner.
At that look Rev. Philip Ware lost
his wonderful self-control. Springing
to his feet, he strobe 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. 1t was the woman who started
back.
LET me go, Philip" she said, quick
ly and firmly; "let me CO."
But he made no motion except to
clasp her more closely. There was a
logged 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, "for Gods sake let me 60"
At that name-the name of the King
whose ambassador he was-some con-
seriousness 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 for 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, l will wait until
you are freed. So now there can be
nothing to keep us apart unless you
say that you do not love me; but you
dds it not so, sweet?"
He bent nearer slowly, as II afraid
of frightening her, but as he touched
her hair she started back and, snatch
ing away her hands, moved quickly
to the other side of the room. Slowly
she turned and faced him, and when
she spoke her voice was calm and
natural.
81 think you must surely be forget
ting yourself. | did not know that |
had ever given you cause to think
that / loved you-until, perhaps, just
now: but that was because-because
you surprised me so that | did not re-