The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-02-28


enemy's misfortune. The generous un-
known was VIII Hartleigh, and he had
sacrificed his years pleasure for his
enemy, and told nobody.
III.
Place, the parsonage persons, the
1nuch-enduring pastor and his more
enduring wife, Miss Nettire and the
/ angel, invisible.
Miss Nettire looked 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
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.
81 am troubled for Mrs. Hauton," {" he
said, with sigh ''Her trials are so
many! First, the death of Lucy, and
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 recklessly 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 a reason
able being. The poor woman feels as
if she were losing her faith under these
repeated Affections.
Mrs. Parson looked sympathizing.
g You will ride there to-day James ?"
CT shall go there, but shall not ride
I hear 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. -
"And you will walk two miles and a
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 hope to remain
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 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" Miss Nettire started)
"To buy one out of your salary was
not to be thought Of I had given my
shawl to Kate: 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 dress pattern.
Between the two I contrived myself a
paletot It is cut after the latest style.
I could cut it no other way I lined
and wadded it, and embroidered it to
hide the piecing and help out the silk
It is very comfortable, and you say
becoming. Well, Miss Nettire stands
aghast, 1 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 do? Remain prisoner
in the house, and then be censured for
non-attendance at the church, non
visiting, etc. I say we cannot serve
two masters, and prefer God to Miss
Nettire. Be a wise man. Go aud do
likewise.
Miss Netti1e'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 lucl1less 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
Time, lunch-tinne; place, Mrs. Gore
outs breakfast-roorn +; persons, the angel
and Miss Nettire, Mrs. Goreout and
her sousin Sue.
Mrs. GOreout was a pretty woman,
and made the most of it. Her chestnut
hair was rolled back becomingly from
her arch face A Iight-minded bit OF
lace perched iauntily over her forehead.
evidently setting up for a breakfast-cap,
though it could have no reasonable
expectations of being taken for a ything
more than a rosette. In Miss Nettire's
opinion this bit of lace was the key,
note to Mrs. Goreouts character. Il
was of no possible use. It could not
keep her warm. She did not need it.
for she was not bald. It was just there
to look pretty-AIrs. Goreout's highest
, aim and constant endeavor, although
! she hypocritically pretended to care
about better things.
"Now, thought Miss Nettire, eff sh'
l knew an angel as looking at her,
wonder if she wouldn't wish herself Il
= plain gray dress instead of that rufaet
' wrapper, and whether she would try K
s tuck her hair behind her ears or not :
0 But Mrs. Goreout evidently had n'