Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1867-03-21

| LhlS hoIuluSI young WOMAN, Salu Johhl
., discontentedly.
"Yes," said Katie, trembling lest
John sbuNld read in her face the secret
Of her mIss!oo. 81 want to finish some
thing that should have been done last
night 1" ,,..--.
yet. m,, soon y. ,,,,ted -
And Katie ran up sl,. 70 on .ne Of C"s oiip
deserted room, where clipp. u I ,bH
and worsted lay on the boor, an 'no
chairs still stood around the work tao,s,
lust where they had been occupied the
night before.
Mrs. WhartOns dress lay on the pile OF
finished work, and it was but the action
of an instant to slip the ten dollar bill
back into its place beneath the embroid-
cred handkerchief.
Then she drew a long breath Of relief
it was as If some heavy burden had
been lifted from her over-Weighted
| shoulders.
IL can breathe more freely now !"
| she murmured. "0h, Father never
before understood the full force Of my
daily prayer, Lead US not into tempta-
ton
Ten years had passed away and you
would not have known Kate Selwyn in
the fair, matronly presence Of Mrs. st.
! George. Katie had made what the world
calls "a good match" Mr.. st. George
had seen the pretty seamstress at his
sisters house one highland had straight
way fallen in love with and married her
So, from want and penury, Katie stepped
into luxurious home, and husbands
warm true heart.
81 really can't tell what has become
Of that money" said Mrs. st. George
thoughtiully, as she sat warming one
velvet .slippered foot before the fire.
II left it on my dressing, bureau this
morning of that am certain, and the
children have not been a. home to scat.
ler things round
II know where it Is, mamma" said
Harry, pretty boy Of eight years cid.
| Was it in two bills ?" "Yes-What do
| you know OF 1t my boy ?"
Il saw Norah hiding something away
under her work. box up stairs and | was
curious TO see what it was, mamma, 50
went and looked sitter she had gone down
stairs, and there was five and a two
| dollar bill, all folded up"
"My boy, you are mistaken" said Mr.
! st. George, promptly. "Norah 10 the
very soul Of honesty
! Eyes, but, Bruce" said his wife, in q
low, earnest tone, "she may be the soul
of honesty, and yet in moment Of sud
| den temptation"
She stopped short. Norah herself had
entered the room, with feather buster
in her hand.
She was pretty young Irish girl Of
| sixteen or seventeen years old, with
large violet gray eyes, jet black hair,
| Bnd cheeks where the soft crimson
glowed through a slightly freckled sur
face.
II thought you rang, maam," said
Nora, with her eyes fixed on the floor,
and tell-tale flush on her forehead.
Mrs st. George fixed her clear glance
on the girls face.
"No Nora, you thought no such thing"
she said, calmly, $50 down to the
nursery-this is no time for me to say
what wish"
Norah retired, but she did not go down
to the nursery, according TO Mrs. ST..
Georges orders. She crept up stairs,
instead, to her own room, trembling SO
that she could hardly walk. For Norah,
from the adjoining room, had heard the
whole conversation, and knew that this
| her first theft was discovered.
"Sure, what will she do with me~-it's
| in Jail III be put, and my Uncle Patrick
| and my mother never'lI hold up their
heads again. o, " hat did take the mon
| ey for? Sure wish | was only dead, and
at rest in the old graveyard in the COun-
ty Kerry It's the laudanum got for
my tOOthache thsI'll save 'em from the
! disgrace, and"
Tn vial was close at ner tremulous
| lips, when there was q soft rustic of
siken skirts in the room, and Il light
hand was laid upon the nurse-giJ's
arm.
"Norah, stopr'
The laudauum bottle Tell from Norah s
unnerved hand she uttered a slight
cry.
| MIS-. OI, JeUISeS
And the fair, young matron drew the
Irish girl close to her arms,
"Norah, you have been very wrong !;
out it is BOT yet too late to repent. My
child, begin life over again from TO-
day."
Norah took the money from ils hiding
place, Aad gave it TO her mistress with
| hysteriC eagerness.
Sure, ma'am, an it's like the angels
OF Heaven you are. III never do the
like again, and d1n't know what evil
spirit tempted ne BuJ you'll discharge
me, ma'am 2"
No, NOrah, l shall still retain you 10
my service, and trust VOC as im plIclty
as beiore-tbaG is il You choose to 10.
main"
Norah began TO SOB, on her knees, at
her mistress feet.
"Oh, ma'am if you hadn't come In
just then, should be staDdin' at the
bar Of Heaven now, with my soul black.
er than darkness. | was wild, maam-
it seemed as If couldn't live to have
mother aDd Uncle Patrick know | was a
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