"Yet he preaches of Christ."
"Will!"
"God seems to have forgotten Manville," he said, bitterly.
"No, Will, he is only showing us the way—and the others too."
"How can you say that, Barbara, when they've taken everything from you, position, name—"
"Everything but you, Will," she interposed, lovingly. It was growing late, the lamp was burning low and sputtering. Mrs. Stout knocked at the door, and to Will's response came into the room.
"Excuse me," she said, "but I forgot to fill that lamp to-day, and—"
"All right, Mrs. Stout," Will laughingly interrupted, "I understand, I'm going in a moment."
"'Deed you ain't goin' a step," replied Mrs. Stout, determinedly. "I've got a room all fixed for you, and I don't want to hear one identical word about not stayin'."
While Mrs. Stout went for another lamp, there was time for Barbara to give Will the answer that he had striven for—and won.