Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1873-04-04
"You will:ride there to. day. James"

while tho afflicted suffer and die without
him."
"And so you will walk two miles and a
half through this deep mud-you who al
already so weak :" replied his wife with
red spot beginning to grow on either cheek.
"What did the doctor tell you, James :
That you could notlhope to remain In your
pulpit another year without active exer-
else, and exercise taken for pleasure. too.
He said you'll might as well ile piece Of
steel every day In the year on exactly the
| same spot sndI not expect TO wear a hole
there. Follow my example, sir. and don't
walk with the fear OF Nettire before you
eyes 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 10
| Kate couldn't see her come shivering
home from school every day. had some
pieces of silk ten years old, and two extra
| breadths OF cashmere left from my dress
pattern. Between the two contrived my
self paletot. 1t is cut after the latest style.
1 could cut II no other way. 1 lined and
wadded it, and embroidered 1t to hide the
| piecing and help out the silk. II Is very
comfortable, and you say becoming. Well,
Miss Nettre stands aghast, am told. She
says, 1T is no wonder that so many young
women arc going straight to destruction,
and that people sneer at Christianity, when
woman who, from her position alone
should be pre-eminently adorned with good
works, attires herself instead In gold and
| - Sl,l
my piecing, you know. What should dof
Remain prisoner in the house, and then
be censured for non-attendance at the
church, ,Inon-visiting etc.f Isiy we cam
not serve two masters, and prefer God 10
| Miss Nettirc. Be wise man. Go and do
likewise"
Miss Nettre's thin face was crimson.
What sermons she had preached with that
paletot fora textl What a scape-goat for
the sins of the community was that luck
less horse in her estimation and how much
she had added to Mrs. Hauton's heavy
burdens! How natural, simple and envia-
BILE looked the things that In her eyes had
been inexcusablel
w.
Time, lunch-time; place, Mrs. Goreouts
breakfast room; persons, the angel and
Miss Nettire, Mrs. Goreout and her cousin
4 Sue.
Mrs. Goreout was pretty woman, and
made the most OF It. Her chestnut hair
was rolled back becomingly from her arch
face. A light minded piece Of lace perch
ed jauntly over her forehead, evidently
setting up for a breakisst.cap, though 1t
could have no reasonable expectation OF
being taken for anything moro than ro-
settle. In Miss Nettire's opinion that bit Of
lace was the key-note to Mrs. Goreouts
character. 1t was of 10 possible use. It
could not keep her warm. She did not
need it, for she was not bald. 1t was just
there TO look pretty-Mrs. Goreours high
est aim and constant endeavor, although
she hypocritically pretended to care about
better things.
"Now," thought Miss Nettire, "if she
knew an angel was looking at her, won
der If she wouldn't wish herself In plain
gray dress instead of that ruffied wrapper,
and whether she would try to tuck her
hair behind her ears or not"
But Mrs. Goreout evidently had no sus-
|
her iniquitous gown, smiling as she drop
ped Jumps of sugar in cousin Sues coffee,
and talking in a pleasant voice.
"Grievous things are said against me
What are they, Suef"
She smiled, and coined a word on the
spot:
"Nettires."
"Oh" Mrs. Goreours white forehead
had contracted little.
"You are a member Of the church, and
, yet, Miss Nettire says. you are absent hal
) the time from the prayer meetings, anc
from the Mothers Flannel society assem-
blies : and more than that, she don't see
= for her part, how you can come founcini
to the communion and prayers In silk ant
a velvet. She should think you would b'
= afraid"
!. Mrs. Goreout sighed, and looked dowr
3. for q moment, and then flashed a b! Ugh
= smile at Susan.
i "Foolish to care, is It mott won't care
a It is true was not at The prayer meeting
last Wednesday. But there was a reason
for 1t. Old Lisbas complaint Is just nov
y so bad that she keeps her bed. coul'
:, send her what she needs but you know
: there are plenty TO attend the prayer meet
g ing, and there are not plenty who will
bathe Lisba's poor limbs, and brush he
i hair, and talk her into a happier humor
i She told me once that for years her hear
n was as hard as stone, because she though
r that God had made one world for the ric
e and another for the poor, and that the ric
IS threw aims to her, and such as her, as the
10 would to dog, to keep them from bein
= too troublesome. But when ladies VIII
'f were rich and happy and fortunate lei
n their grand houses to sit down with her I
10 her smoky room, and talk to her about he
It troubles, and waited on her with their ow
G. hands for Jesus's sake, then indeed she di
T. believe there was Jesus, and that Chri:
s. tisns did love one another. Now, Sue,
would never dare stay away when sh
needed me, afler that. Think OF the harr
N I might do any ono already 30 sore
g heart"
e. Miss Nettire WINGED. She felt the gaz
i' of the angel fixed on her with a look
N solemn inquiry.
s. "And about the Flannel Society,"" cor
GO tinued Mrs. Goreout; "I was absent froI
10 that, too. 1t was the only day In the wee
re on which I could take old Mrs. Bathersb
n and Miss Simcox TO drive, and they hay
IN come 10 count 40 on that weekly ride. The
y, have so little pleasure; and though the
I'd pinch and save every cent just TO live, the
n are so proud It is the only thing dare o
I'd fer them. They like the change, and the
like, toe, TO have the carriage draw up
he front OF their door. Their poor povert,