Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1868-02-19

into its place beneath the embroidered
handkerchief!
Then she drew long breath of relief
it was as if some heavy burden had been
lifted from her over.weighted shoulders.
a can breathe more freely now r' she
"Oh, Father l never before
understood the full force of nay daily pray
er: Lead me not into temptation
Ten years had passed away, and you
would not have known Katie Selwyn in the
fair, mstronly presence of Mrs. St. George.
Katie had made what the world calls a
good match" Mr.. St. George had seen
the pretty seamstress at bis sisters house
one night, and stralghtway fell in love aud
married her. So, from want and penury,
Katie stepped into luxurious home, and
a husbands warm, true heart.
g really can't tell what has become of
that money" said Mrs. ST. George, tho't-
fully, as she sat warming one velvet-slip-
peIed foot before the fire. left it on my
dressing bureau this morning of that |
am certain, and the children have not been
at home to scatter things around"
81 know where it is, mamma" said
Harry, pretty boy of eight years DID,
" Was it in two bills ?"
"Yes--what do you know of it my bow?
Il saw Norah hiding something away
under her work box up STAIRS, and | was
curious to see what it was, mamma, so l
went and looked, after she had gone down
stairs. and there was five aud a two-dol-
lar BILL all folded up
my boy, you are mistaken" said Mr..
St. George, promptly. "Norah is the
very soul of honesty"
Yes, but Bruce" said his wife, in a
low, earnest tone, she may be the soul of
honesty, and yet in moment OF sudden
temptalion-"
She stopped short. Norah herself had
entered the room, with feather duster in
her hand.
She was pretty Young Irish girl OF six
teen or seventeen years old, with large VIC
let gray eyes, jet black hair, and checks
where the soft crimson glowed through
slightly freckled surface.
~ thought you rang, ma'am,' said No
rah, 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, Norah, you thought no such thing"
Sue sail calmly. "Go down to the nur-
sery.-this is no time for me to say what
wish"
Norab retired, but she did not go down
to the nursery, according to Mrs. st.
Georges orders She crept mp stairs, in
stead, to her own room, trembling so that
she could hardly walk. For Norah, from
the adjoining room, bad heard the whole
conversation, and knew that this, her first
theft, was discovered.
"Sure. what will she do with me-its
in jail I'll be put; and my uncle Patrick
and my mother never'll hold up their heads
again. O, why did l take the money !
Sure, l wish | was only dend and at
rest in the old graveyard in the County
Kerry! It's the landanum l got for my
toothache tha.ll save me from disgrace,
The vial was close at her tremulous lips
when there WAS q soft rustic Of siken skirts
in the room, and light hand was laid up
on the nurse girls arm.
Norah, stopr'
The laudanum bottle fell from Norah's
unnerved hsnd--she uttered a slight cry.
"Mrs. St. GEORGE"
And the fair young matron drew the
Irish girl close 10 her arms.
"Norah, you have done very wrong
but it is no, too late to repent My child,
begin lite over again from to-day"
Norah took the money from IFS hiding
place and gave it to her mistress with hys-
teric esgerness.
"Sure mama, an its'slike the angels of
Heaven you are l Il never do the like again,
aud don't know what evil spirit tempted
me But you'll discharge me, mama? "
"No Norah, snail still retain you in my
service, and trust you implicitly as before
that is If you choose to remain.
Norah began to sob, on her knees at her
mistress's fret.
"Oh mama, if you hadn't come in just
then should be standin' at the bar OF
of Heaven now, with my soul b acker than
darkness. was wild, ma'ma-it seemed
as if couldn't live to have mother and
Uncle Patrick know was s-a-thlef!
Mrs. st. George looked pityipgy into
the girls face.
go down now, Norah. You are forgiv
en-; and remember that from this moment
your new life begins.
Mrs. ST. George sat an instant in her SER
wants room, her hands clasprd, and her
eyes gazing wisifully into vacancy.
" Am / so kind p she murmured to her
seIf. NAY, it is but human justice! 1t
seems but yesterday that |, too, passed
through the ordeal that has so tried poor
Norah. | was thief. and | repented.--
Shall be less mercifnl to this poor child
than God was to me ?"
And so the bitter of temptation and trial
blossomed into fruit Mrs. St. George had
learned to "JUDGE NOT LEST SIZE BE
JUDGED"
One Of the richest specimens OF a real
Irish bull which has ever fallen under onr
notice was perpetrated by the clever and
witty, but blundcring, Irish knight. Sir
Richard Steel, when inviting a certain