The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-01-08

ran r uUu, shcnt. and are more down in
w mOp tban any one ought to be
tne lno anr,a Great trouble has come"
un ny. so tronbfe has Gomez \ NJ
.G agnmose you have had your choice
-aitber to accept your lover or to re.
SNo; have not had my choice" zs =
"HG seems to me that no one has dicta.
rod to you; or, at least, that you have
obeyed no dictation.
"Of course, can't explain it to you
1t is impossible that should"
"If you mean that yen regret what
you have done because you have been
false to the man, can sympathize with
you. No one has ever right to be
false, and, ifyou are repenting false
hood, will willingly help you to cal
your ashes and to wear your sackcloth
But if You are repenting truth"
81 am"
"Then You must eat yonr ashes by
yourself, for me; and do not think that
you will ever be able to digest them"
81 do not want anybody to help me,
said Nora, proudly. ag
Nobody can help you, if / under
stand the matter rightly. You have
got to get the better of your own covet'
BUSINESS and evil desires, and you are IN
the fair way to get the better of them
if yon have already refused to be this
mans wife because you could not bring
Yourself to commit the sin of marrying
him when you did not love him.
suppose that is about the truth of it;
and indeed, indeed, / do sympathize
with you. If You have done that
though it is no more than the plainest
duty, l will love you for it. One finds
so few people that will do any duty
that taxes their self-indulgence."
"But he did not ask me to marry
him."
"Then 1 do not understand anything
about it,"
she asked me to love him."
"But he meant you to be his wife ~
SO yes,-he meant that, of course"
"And what did you sayf" asked Prisf
ella. ....-
"That I didn't love him." replied
Nora.
"And that was the truth 7"
"Yes;-it was the TRUTH
"And what do you regret THAT you
didn't tell him a liep ~
"No,-not that" said Nora, slowly.
"What theni You cannot regret that
you have not basely deceived man
who has treated you with flowing gen.
erosityp They walked Oh silent for a
few yards, and then Priscilla repeated
her question. "You cannot mean that
you are sorry that you did not persuade
yourself to do evil - u
81 don't want to 60 back to the isl
ands, and to lose myself there, and to
be nobody;-thst is what mean. And
might have been so much Could one
step from the very highest rung of the
ladder to the very lowest and not
feel it {"
"But you have gone up the ladder
if you only knew it" said Priscilla.
"There was a choice given to you be-
tween the foulest mire of the clay of
the world and the Sunlight of the very
God. You have chosen the sunlight,
and you are crying after the clay! l
cannot pity you; but can esteem you,
and love you, and believe in you. And
/ do. You'll get yourself right at last,
and there's my hand on it, if you'll take
it," Nora took the hand that was offer
ed to her, held 10 in her own for some
seconds, and then walked back to the
house and up to her own room in
silence.
The post used TO come into Nuncombe
Putney at about eight in the morning,
carried thither by wooden-leggedm man
who rode donkey. There is general
understanding that the wooden legged
men in country parishes should be en-
ployed as postmen, owing to the great
steadiness of demeanOr which wooden
leg is generally found to produce. 1t
NAV be that such men are slower in
their operations than weuld be biped
postmen; but as all private employers
of labor demand laborers with two legs,
it is well that the lame and ha 1t should
find a refuge in the less exacting service
of the government. The one-legged
man who rode his donkey into Nun
combe Putney would reach his post
office not above half an hour after his
proper time; but he was very slow in
stamping round the village, and seldom
reached the Clock House much before
ten. On certain morning two or three
DAYS after the conversation just record
ed it was past ten when he brought two
letters to the door, one for Mrs. Ireyel-
van and one for Mrs. Stanbury. the
ladies had finished their breakfast, and
were seated together at an open window.
As was usual, the letters were given in
to Prsicilla's hands, and the newspaper
which accompanied them into those of
Mrs. Trevelyan, its undoubted owner.
When here letter was handed to her.
she looked at the address closely, and
then walked away with it into her own
room.
~ think it's from Louis" said Nora,
as soon as the door was closed. "lf SO,
he is telling her to come back
mamma, this is for YOU" said Pris-
ella. at is from Aunt Stanbury.
know her hand writing"
"From your auntf What can she be
writing about3 There is something
wrong with Dorothy" Mrs. Stanbury
held the letter, but did not open it.
"You had better read it, my dear. If
she is i'll, pray, let her come home"
But the letter spoke of nothing amiss
as regarded Dorothy, and did not indeed
even mention Dorothy's name. Luck
lily Priscilla read the letter in silence,
for it was an angry letter. what is
it, Priscillaf Why don't you tell me 7
Is anything wrong'" said Mrs Stan
bury.
Nothing is wrong mamma,-except
that my aunt issa silly woman"
Goodness me! what is itT
at is family matter" SAID Nora,
smiling, and l will 60"
"What can it be 7" demanded Mrs.
Stanbury again, as soon as Nora had
left the room.
"You shall hear what it can be. |
will read it to you," said Priscilla. at
seems to me that of all the wemen that
ever lived my Aunt Stanbury is the
most prejudiced, the most unjust, and
the most given to evil thinking of her
neighbors. This is what she has thought
fit to write to you, mamma" Then
Priscilla read her aunt's letter, which
was as follows:-
81 THE CLOSE. ENErER, July 81, l3G-.
"DEAR SISTER STANBURY,-