The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-09-02
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To commence q Id Wilkie Collins:
The time was morning; the scene. Miss
Nettire's bed-chamber; the personages,
Miss Nettire and an angel, on whom she
had just opened her eyes.
Miss Nettire was a woman who regu-
lated herself by certain infallible rules.
She never deviated from them by the
breadth Of hair You at once perceive
she could have had no faults. Her
neighbors did deviate from these rules
worse yet-sometimes wholly defied
their efficacy. Being faultless herself,
Miss Nettire had all the more time to
devote to ber neighbors, and, as a right
minded woman, was ia constant con-
cern about them.
Therefore, when, as have just said,
she beheld an angel, who demanded Of
her The names Of the most grievous sin
pers who had offended her, she might
nave been startled, but she was not
amazed beyond measure. She had a
feeling that il was very much what
might have been expected Of Heaven,
aud that the angels selection Of a guide
was not amiss. She answered the ques-
,tlon with a fun degree Of composure,
and then a vast complacency expanded
within her Now it would be seen. with
the sanction of Heaven upon her, who
was right-she, or the people who sneer-
ingy declared that, IL she were a saint,
they preferred TO remain among the
sinners. How would they do now ?
Would they shrek, OF swoon, or fall on
their knees and call on her for protection?
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To proceed q ya WIlkie Collins:
Place, Will Hartleigh's bachelor lodg-
ing; time, breakfast; persons-invisi-
bic, Miss Nettire aud the angel; visible,
Will Hartleigh and his chum, Ned Hill.
Miss Nettire looked about her with
vIrtuous horror She hardly felt safe
there, even ga the company Of an angel.
He was a firt. He attended theaters.
snd talked geology. and made wicked
jesis on the Il. p Truly Piou-) when he
met Miss Nettire. Briefly, he was alb
solutely without a redeem ng trait, and
the least that the angel could 30, In her
opinion, was to brand him and shut him
up in q cage.
"Can't DO it, Ned 2" said Willis jolly
voice. "To tell the truth, I had set my
heart on running over to Europe this
years batI was obliged to lay out 81, 900
in another direction, so / must stay at
home this season"
That was all-n0t a word more; but
under the solemn, beuirnant look Of the
angel there flashed iuto Miss Neitire's
brain a sudden seorching consciousness
Of their meaning. The recent Junerose-
vile Gre bad left Miles Stanley peuni-
less. He was an old man, with helpless
family, aud be was also VIII Hartleigh's
persistent enemy. Some one sent Miles
Stanley. anony mousiy, gift Of 81 200
No one had praised the unknown giver
more loudly than Miss Netlire. She
had also taken viii 10 task for his evil
dent satisfaction over his enemy's mis-
fortune. The generous unknown was
Will Hartleigh, and he had sacrificed
his years pleasure for bis enemy, and
told nobody.
Place, the parsonage; persons, the
much enduring pastor aud his more
enduring wife; Miss Nettire aud the
angel invisible
Miss Nettire looked hard at the angel.
This was a degenerate parson. He was
on horseback when be should have been
visiting sick old women, and he paid
three visits TO Mrs. Hauton, who occu-
pied the most stately house in Junerose-
vile, where he paid one elsewhere. Il
ever the thunder fell what head better
meriled it than that Of this selfish, friv-
olous. worldly, time-serving, latitudina-
rian priest? And again Miss Nettire
looked hard at the angel. The parson
laid down his book and looked anx-
iousiy az his wife
II am troubled for Mrs. Hauton," he
said with a sigh. "Her trials are so
many First the death Of Lucy. and
now this terrible anxiety. Mr.. Hau,on
is undoubtedly insane, and yet his in
sanity is mixed with so much cunning
that it would be no easy matter to prove
&c; and she is obliged TO look on Quietly
while he recklessly throws to the winds
her cbildreD's property; and to crown
all comes this trouble between John and
bis father. The young man will not
credit his fathers mental condition
insists on demonstrating with him as \
be we're 8 responsible being. The pool
woman feels as If she were losing ber
faith under these repeated affections
Mrs Parson looked sympathizipg.
You will ride there to-day. lanes p,
j shall go there, but I shall no, ia.
lear that some Of my congregation ar
d pleased with my new diversion
T cir version Of the matter is, their pa.
ter rides about for pleasure and at hi
eases while the afflicted suffer ana III
WitAout him"
"Aud so you will walk two miles an
a half through this deep mud-you wb
are already so weak 2' replied his wifi
red spot beginning to glow on eithe
cheek. What did the doctor tell yor
Jsmes2 That you could not hope
remain another year in your pulp
without active exercise, and exercis
takeL for pleasure, too. He said yo
might AZ well file piece Of steel ever