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

assemblies; and more than that, she
don't see, for her part, how you can
come founcing to the communion and
prayers in silk and velvet. She should
! think you would be afraid"
Mrs. Goreeut sighed, and looked
down for moment, and theT flashed a
briget smile at Susan.
g Foolish to care, is it not? I won't
care. It is true, I was not at the
prayer-meeting last Wednesday. But
there was a reason for it. Old Lisba's
complaint is just now so bad that she
keeps her bed. I could send her what
she needs butyou know there are plenty
/ to attend the prayer-meeting, and there
are not plenty who Will bathe Lisba's
poor limbs, and brush her hair, and
talk her into happier humor. She
told me once that for years her heart
was as hard as a stone, because she
thought that God had made one world
| for the rich and another for the poor,
and that the rich threw aims to her, and
such as her, as they would to dog, to
| keep them from being too troublesome
But when ladies who were rich and
happy and fortunate left their grand
houses to sit down with her in her
smoky room, and talk to her about her
| troubles, and waited on her with their
own hands for Jesus's sake, then indeed
she did believe there was a Jesus, and
that Christians did love one another
Now, Sue, would never dare to stay
away when she needed me, after that
Think of the harm I might do any one
already so sore at heart.
Miss Nettire WINGED. She felt the
gaze of the angel fixed on her with a
hook of solemn inquiry.
"And about the FLANNEL Society, "
continued Mrs. Goreout ''I was absent
from that, too. 1t was the only day in
the week on = hich I could take old Mrs.
Bathersby and Miss Simcox to drive,
and they have grown to count so on that
weekly ride They have so little
pleasure and though they pinch and
save every cent just to live, they are so
proud, it is the only thing 1 dare offer
them. They like the change, and they
like, too have the carriage draw up in
front of their door. Their poor poverty
hunted souls shake of their bondage,
and you can feel that pleasant sense OF
ease and Importance is warming them
through every fiber, as they chat with
me and lean back on the cushions in an
| IL -,
I suppose, on my part. These are good
women, and if the cup of cold water is
not to be forgotten, 1 suppose even such
trife as this will bring its blessing. .
"And the silk and veIvit?'' queried
Susan. eff meat makes my brother to
offend, I will eat no meat while the
world stands, you know. And your
dress does offend Miss Nettire. .
eyes, know but how if eating no
meat would offend a weaker brother yet
more?" said Mrs. Goreout, gravely.
81 like to look nice, and yet I do SUP
pose I should have no right to trip Miss
Nettire with my fashions if it were not
for Frank. He declares that my good
spirits and tasteful dress are the bzst
arguments he has ever heard in favor oi
religion; and that he can have confidence
in piety that does not consist chiefly
in asceticism, but does everythir g as to
God, even rejoicing and looking lovely,
Miss Nettire does not need me as much
as Frank. Her conversion is not at
stake, while my influence over Frank
depends very much on such trivial
matters But I know what I can do.
I can try to be better friends with Miss
Nettire I fancy we have mono of us
enough of what Rosa calls love charity
for her. We think too much of the
prickles, and not enough of the real
goodness in her character"
Miss Nett.re gasped. From the
solemn, benignant presence near he1
something like halo seemed to shine
about Mrs. Goreout. A great sob came
choking into the spinster's throat.
$50 back" she said, huskily, ':to
Sally Nettire's house. She is the sinner
whom you came to seek, and who ought
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believe now, if we could but know all,
there are few for whom there is not
some palliation, and no case In which
we can be certain of Judging righteous
Judgment, and that is why God forbade
us in our blindness 10 judge at all.
could get over the rest, but to think
that such a butterfly as Maria G Jreout
should be doing things for Jesus's sake.
I am going home to pray not to be
J Judged as I have judged others.
Miss Nettire at her window.
"I wonder why Julia Pritchard i:
forever in the street? I should thinI
she had better be at home with her bed
ridden mother" Pulling herself up
''No, I don't won't think like that
Maybe she has the best of reasons"
Miss Nettire had concluded that thu
angels visit was dream, but it ladlef
its tracer. Hence a constant succession
, of single combats between herself anC
her second nature in private; in publ,
such a reformed edition Of Miss Nettir,
, as set all JunerosevilIe wandering. I
angels visits were not so few, hoy
certain other communities might b
: similarly benefited.
SWIFT maxim In conversation was
! Take as many half minutes as you ca,
!, get, but never take more than half
minute without pausing, and givini
others an opportunity to strike IN.