Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1845-09-27
A STORY WITH 4 MORAL.
BEING LEAF FROM THE JOURNAL OF ABsALoM

ALLEN.
i. will never do, Jededah,' said my
uncle Obed Allen 10 my youngest brother
ri, will never do-this flirting with all
tie Young girls. and rilling with their
gueless Affection
My brother Je,lediah was a handsome
Young fellow. lie had fine person when
bio Sunday clo,hes were on-.a clear.
black eye. and red cheeks. lie wore
pair Of whiskers ut eighteen. During his
'aca'ions. our village girls were all in ,u-
mul,; all were anxious 10 have the honor
nf his NucnNons-a.u Hauy ~yo s'"e
closed with tear under its lid, after wal;
ing a whole evening a, the window. with
she expectation OF seeing Jedediah ride up
to the horse block.
lie saw their sly g'a,ccs at him as he
+:ood of Sunday in the gallery of The
church and led the choir. He knew they
slough. him har,!some-lhatI lie was adj
nisad-and he was fodR enough 10 be
aas'e.ed by such things. His vanity
grew a. last 10 be his ruling passion; and
lie though. The party tedious where all the
.yes in Tho room were not directed to-
wards him.
He spent his vacations wholly with the
siri,-riding with one. walking with an
other. and setting up with another. He
made de .lara,ion in garland Of flowers.
and expressed his admiration 10 every
night eye in the village with boqnet of
tie sweelss, and freshest rnse0nds he
eoa.d gather. As long as their alteration
had The charm OF novelty, he was all de,
'olion but when ,ha, was gone he flew
sway like surfei,ed bee. to some fresher
aower.
A, The time uncle Obed addressed him
Isl have stated, We were sitting al the
breakfast table Jededah had just return
Cd from walk among the hills with lisa.
bel Johnson, one Of the sweetest girls OF
Our village. As he came into the room
ts snapped the dew ont of his whiskers
With high glee. and sung out a, The top Of
anvoice-'I say, Absaom.' said he. mat
Veil Johnson is not to be sneezed al OF a
damp day. She's real cauIifower.-
What foo, she's got! dds. ever see
her dance. uncle Obed! You'd think her
'hs shadow of a gossamer, she's SO light
ah, Absalom. my boy, such a tramp as
~have had ! Such flowers as we have
lshered Faith, every time she 'rod her
HIe hoof upon the viole:s there came up
n'h cloud Of perfume, you would have
though! Madame Flora was lighting up
every one Of her incense burning a'ars.
twas then uncle Obed spoke. 1T
wont do. Jedediah, said he, and his voice
'hoked with emotion AS he spoke; 1t
won't do, say All this may be straw
0e'nes acd cream to such crazy pate as
= yours. 1t may be fine fun to win the
'ss' OF such an innocent thing as Bell
'0ha'on, jus. 10 throw j. away again like
worthless orange after you have sqneez'
u all the juice out. Blu. mark my words,
''uedlah. have seen more days than
i!Ou' and observed somewha, of the ways
=! which Providence brings i,s righteous
a n' about. Justice is cure Of foot. Jede>
."n' though slow-mark that. And for
livery idle word and deed Of yours. there
,1.' oe day Of accoun. here or elsewhere
~" true. have seen some precious
ss .' in my day, die quietly in their
Su', who deserved to die at the end oil
y. Mailer. And Solomon says there is
'ven' 70 all, boh the righteous and