Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-05-29

persistent enemy. Some one sent Miles
Stanley anonymously, a gift of $1,000.
No one had praised the unknown giver
more loudly than Miss Nettire. She had
also taken Will to task for his evident
satisfaction over his enemy's misfortune.
The generous unknown was VIII Hart
leigh, and he had sacrificed his years
pleasure for his enemy, and told nobody.
Ill
Place, the parsonage; persons, the
much enduring parson and his more en-
during wife; Miss Nettire and the an
gel, invisible
Miss Nettire looking hard at the angel.
This was degenerate parson. He was
on horseback, when he should have been
visiting sick old women, and he paid
three visits to Mrs. Hauton, who occu-
pied the most stately mansion in June
roseville, where he paid one elsewhere.
If ever the thunder fell, what head
better merited it ,than that of this sell
fish, frivolous, worldly, time-servfng,
latitudinarian priest And again Miss
Nettire looked hard at the angel. The
parson laid down his book, and looked
anxiously at his wife.
81 am troubled for Mrs Hauton," he
said, with a sigh. "Her trials are so
many. First, the. death of Lucy. and
now this terrible anxiety. Mr. II. is un-
doubtedly insane, and yet his insanity is
mixed with 80 much cunning that il
would be no easy matter to prove it, and
she is obliged to look on quietly while
he recklessly throws to the winds her
children's property; and to crown all
comes this trouble between John and
his father. The young man will not
credit his fathers mental condition-in-
sists on demonstrating with him as if
he were a reasonable being. The poor
woman feels as if she were losing her
faith under these repeated .affiictiOns.
Mrs. Parson looked sympafhiZing.
''You will ride there to-day, James 2"
81 shall go there, but / shall not ride
| hear that some of my congregation
are displeased with my new diversion.
Their version of the matter is-thein
pastor rides about for pleasure and at his
ease, while the afflicted suffer and die
without him"
-''And so you will walk two miles and
half through this deep mud-you who
are already so weak p replied his wife.
a red-spot beginning to glow on either
cheek. "What did the doctor tell you,
James? That you could not hope to
remain another year in your pulpit with
out active exercise, and exercise taken
for pleasure, too. He said you might as
well file piece of steel every day in
the year exactly in the same spot and
not expect to wear hole there. Follow
my example sir, and don't walk with the
fear of Nettire before your eyes when
your duty to God and yourself calls you
another way. l had no outside wrap
this winter (Miss Nettire started To
buy one out Of your salary was not TO
be thought OF. had given my shawl
to Kate-I couldn't bear to see her
come home from school shivering every
day. l had some pieces of silk ten years
old, and two extra breadths of cashmere
left from my dress pattern. Between
the two contrived myself a paletOt. II
is cut after the latest style. | could cut
il no other way. | lined and wadded
it, and embroidered it TO hide the piec-
ing and help out the silk. 1t is very
comfortable and you say becoming
Well, Miss Nettire stands aghast, / am
told. She says, Its no wonder that so
many young women are going straight
To destruction, and that people sneer at
Christianity, when a woman. who, from
her position alone, should be pre-emi-
nently adorned with good works, attires
herself in gold instead, and pearls and
broidered array that means my piec-
ing YOU know What should do Re
main a prisoner in the house, and then
ne ccnsured for attendance at the church,
non-yisiting, etc, say We cannot serve
two masters, and | prefer God to Miss
Nettire. BE wise man and 60 and do
likewise
Miss Nettire's this face was crimson.
What sermons she had preached with
that paletot for text! What a scape-
goat for the sins of the community was
that luckless horse in her estimation!
and how much she had added TO Mrs.
Hauton's heavy burdens! How natural,
simple, and inevitable looked the very
things that in her eyes had been mex
cusable.