The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-03-06

was on horseback when he should have |
been visiting sick old women, and he
paid three visits to Mrs. HautOn, who |
occupied the most stately house in
Junerosville, where he paid one else
where. If ever the thunder fell, what |
head better merited it than that of this |
selfish, frivolous, worldly, time-serving,
latitudinarian priest? And again Miss
Nettire looked hard at the angel. The
/ The parson laid down his book, and
looked anxiously at his wife.
II am troubled for Mrs, Hauton, =" he
said, with sigh. "Her trials are so
manyl First, the death of Lucy, and 4
now this terrible anexiety. Mr.. Hau-
/ ton is undoubtedly insane, and yet his
/ insanity is mixed with so much cunning
that it would be no easy matter to
prove it and she is obliged to look on
quietly while he reclzlessly throws to
the winds her children's property and
to crown all comes this trouble be-
tween John and his father The
| young man viii not credit his fathers
mental condition-insists on remon-
strating with him as If he were reason
able being. The poor woman feels as
if she were losing her faith under these
repeated Affections"
Mrs. Parson looked sympathizing
You will ride there to-day James ?''
81 shall go there, but I shall not ride.
Ihear that some of my congregation are
displeased with my new diversion.
Their version of the matter is, their
pastor rides about for pleasue and at
his ease while the afflicted suffer and
die without him. p
"And you will walk two miles and
half through this deep mud-you who
are already so weak ?" replied his wife, a
red spot beginingto glow on either cheek.
"What did the doctor tell you, James
That you could not Shope to renain
another year in your pulpit without
active exercise, and exercise taken for
pleasue, too. He said you might as
well file piece of steel every day IN
the year on exactly the same spot and
nor expect to wear a hole there, Follow
my example, sir, and don't walk with
the fear of Nettire before your eye when
your duty to God and yourself calls you
another way I had no outside wrap,
this winter" (AIiss Nettire started).
"To buy one out OF your salary was
not to be thought of. had given my
shawl to Kate: I couldn't see her
come shivering home from school every
day had some pieces of silk, ten
! years old old, and two extra breadths
of cashmere left from a dress pattern.
Between the two I contrived myself a
paletot. 1t is cut after the latest style
1 could cut it no other way. I lined
and wadded it, and embroidered it to
hide the piecing and help out the silk.
Tt is very comfortable, and you say
becoming. Well, Miss Nettire stands
aghast, am told She says, it is 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 prominently adorned with
good works, attires herself instead in
gold and pearls and broidered array ;
that means my piecing, you know.
What should I do? Remain prisoner
. in the house, and then be censured for
: non-attendance at the church, non
visiting, etc. ? say we cannot serve
two masters, and prefer God to Miss
Nettire. Be a wise man. Go and dc
l. likewise -
Miss Nettire's thin face was crimson.
What sermon she had preached with
that paletot for text! What a scape.
; goat for the sins of the community was
that Iuckless horse in her estimation
s and how much she had added to Mrs.
e Hauton's heavy burdens How natural
d simple and inevitable looked the very
II things that in her eyes had been mex
cusable
# Time, lunch-time; place, Mrs. Gore
IS outs breakfast-room persons, the ange
It and Miss Nettire, Mrs. Goreout anC
It her sousin Sue.
a Mrs. Goreout was a pretty woman
It and made the most of it. Her chestnu
4. hair was rolled back becomingly from
le her arch face. A light-minded bit o
s. lace perched iauntily over her forehead
e. evidently setting up for breaEfast-cap
d though it could have no reasonabl
n, expectations of being taken for ythin
r. more than a rosette In Miss Nettire'
10 opinion this bit of lace was the key
a note to Mrs. Goreout's character.
~ was of no possible use It could no
?? keep her warm. She did not need i
,n for she was not bald. It was Just ther
c. to look prettY-AIrs. GoreOut's highe.
aim and constant endeavor, althoug
she hypocritically pretended to car
5 about better things.
& "Now," thought Miss Nettire, IF 81
: knew an angel was looking at her,
i wonder if she wouldn't wish herself j
n' a plain gray dress instead of that ruffle
wrapper, and whether she would try {
th tuck her hair behind her ears or not
lfe But Mrs. Goreout evidently had I
el. suspicion of the angel. She sat cor
RS, placent in her iniquitous gown, snili1
ed as she dropped Jumps of sugar into h
en- cousin Sues coffee, and talking in
as pleasant voice.
IT. "Grievous things are said again
10, me What are they, Sue?"
no She smiled, and coined a word on Il
spot $50
ny "Nettires
my "Chi" Mrs. Goreout's white fol
ms ,nS head had contracted little.
~ You are member of the church, al
a' vet, Miss Nettire says, you are abse
half h time from the prayer-meetine
|, ,"' and from the Mothers Flannel socie
~, .l,e assemblies: and more than that, S
e-e don't see. for her part, how you c
come bouncing. to the communion a
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