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comes from a sincere and humble heart, and
that He will bestow His blessing in return".
"Weel", said Mrs. McNab, "I was brought up in the church o' Scotland,
and dinna believe anything anent this new-light doctrine o' God's bein'
turned roun' an' givin' up his decrees an' a'that. I think it's the ward o'
Satan", and she passed her cup to be again refilled with tea.
Adèle, who had noticed that Mrs. McNab's observations had suggested
new solicitudes to her mother's mind, remarked, "What you said just
now, Aunt Patty, is not very consoling. Whoever thought that my father
would meet with anything worse than perhaps being drenched by the
storm, and half eaten up with vermin in the dirty inns where he will

have to lodge? I do not doubt he will be home in good time".
"Yes, Miss Adely, yes. I ken it", said Aunt Patty, as she saw a firm,
defiant expression gathering in the young girl's countenance. "I'd a
dream anent him last night that makes me think he's comin".
"Hark!" said Adèle, starting and speaking in a clear, ringing tone, "he
has come. I hear his voice on the lawn".
Murmuring a word or two of excuse, she rose instantly from the table,
requested Bess, the servant, to hand her a lantern, and arrayed herself
quickly in hood and cloak.
As she opened the door, her father was standing on the step, in the
driving rain, supporting in his arms the form of a gentleman, who
seemed to be almost in a state of insensibility.
"Make way! make way, Adèle. Here's a sick man. Throw some
blankets on the floor, and come, all hands, and rub him. My dear, order
something warm for him to drink".
Mrs. Dubois caught a pile of bedding from a neighboring closet and
arranged it upon the floor, near the fire. Mr. Dubois laid the stranger
down upon it. Mr. Norton immediately rose from the tea-table, drew off
the boots of the fainting man, and began to chafe his feet with his warm,
broad hand.
"Put a dash of cold water on his face, child", said he to Adèle, "and he'll
come to, in a minute". Adèle obeyed.
The stranger opened his eyes suddenly and looked around in
astonishment upon the group.
"Ah! yes. I see", he said, "I have been faint, or something of the kind. I
believe I am not quite well".
He attempted to rise, but sank back, powerless. He turned his head
slowly towards Mr. Dubois, and said, "Friend Dubois, I think I am

going to be ill, and must trust myself to your compassion", when
immediately his eyes closed and his countenance assumed the paleness
of death.
"Don't be down-hearted, Mr. Brown", said Mr. Dubois. "You are not
used to this Miramichi staging. You'll be better by and by. My dear,
give me the cordial,--he needs stimulating".
He took a cup of French brandy, mixed with sugar and boiling water,
from the hand of Mrs. Dubois, and administered it slowly to the
exhausted man. It seemed to have a quieting effect, and after awhile Mr.
Brown sank into a disturbed slumber.
Observing this, and finding that his limbs, which had been cold and
benumbed, were now thoroughly warmed, Mr. Dubois rose from his
kneeling position and turning to his daughter, said, "Now then, Adèle,
take the lantern and go with me to the stables. I must see for myself that
the horses are properly cared for. They are both tired and famished".
Adèle caught up the lantern, but Mr. Norton interposed. "Allow me, sir,
to assist you", he said, rising quickly. "It will expose the young lady to
go out in the storm. Let me go, sir".
He approached Adèle to take the lantern from her hand, but she drew
back and held it fast.
"I don't mind weather, sir", she said, with a little sniff of contempt at
the thought. "And my father usually prefers my attendance. I thank you.
Will you please stay with the sick gentleman?"
Mr. Norton bowed, smiled, and reseated himself near the invalid.
In the mean time, Mr. Dubois and his daughter went through the rain to
the stables; his wife replenished the tea-urn and began to rearrange the
table.
Mrs. McNab, during the scene that had thus unexpectedly occurred, had
been waddling from one part of the room to the other, exclaiming, "The

Lord be gude to us!" Her presence, however, seemed for the time to be
ignored.
When she heard the gentle movements made by Mrs. Dubois among
the dishes, her dream seemed suddenly to fade out of view. Seating
herself again at the table, she diligently pursued the task of finishing
her supper, yet ever and anon examining the prostrate form upon the
floor.
"Peradventure he's a mon