The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-03-06

nome tins season.
That was all--not Il word more but
under the solemn, benignant look of the
angel, there flashed into Miss Nettire's
brain sudden scorching consciousness
of their meaning. The recent Junerose-
vile fire had left Miles Stanley penni-
less. He was an old man, with help
less family, and he was also Will
Hartleigh's persistent enemy. Some
one sent Miles Stanley, anonymously, II
gift of 1000. 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 un-
known was Will Hartlcigh, and he had
sacrificed his years pleasure for his
enemy, and told nobody,
III.
Place, the parsonage persons, the
much-enduring pastor and his more
enduring wife; Miss Nettire and the
angel, invisible.
Miss Ncttire looked hard ut the angel.
This was a 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 mexicty. 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 will not credit his fathers
mental condition-insists ON remon-
strating with him as if he were reason
able being. The poor woman feels rs
if she were losing her faith under these
repeated Affections.
Mrs. Parson looked sympathlzing
"You will ride thore to-day James?'
II 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, their
pastor rides about for pleasuo and at
his ease while the afflicted suffer and
die without him,
"And you will walk two miles and
half through thi, deep mud--you who
are already so weak 2" replied hiswifc,
red spot beginning to glowone either cheek.
"What did the doctor tell you, James:
That you could not hope to remain
anothor year in your pulpit without
activp .erci@.. aud exercise taken for
pleasnn, too iLo said you might as
we'll t,c a piece OF steel every day in
the year OR exactly the same spot and
nor expect to wear hole there Follow
my eylople, sir, and don't walk with
the fc4r Of Nettire before your eye when
yom duty to God and yourself calls you
another way. | had no outside wrap,
thi, winter Miss Nettire started).
"Io 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
wears old old, and two extra breadths
of cashmere left from a dress pattern.
Between the two | contrived myself a
paletot. It ia cut after the latest style
/ could cut it no other way. | lined
and wadded it, and embroidered it to
hide the piecing and help out the silk.
II 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 proeminently adorned with
good works, attires herself instead in
gold and pearls and broidered array :
that means my piecing, you know.
What shonld 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 I prefer God to Miss
Nettire. Be wise man. Go and do
likewise.
Miss Nettire's thin face was crimson.
What sermon she had preached with
that paletot for a text What scape-
goat for the sins Of the community was
that luokless 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
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Time, lunch-time; place, Mrs. Gore
outs breakfast-room persons, the angel
and Miss Ncttire, Mrs. Goreout and
her sousin Sue.
Mrs. Goreout was a pretty woman,
and made the most OF it. Her chestnut