Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1856-10-04
NUMBER 8.
The Way She Turned Him.

in S-county, in Tennessee.
At the time of which we are writing.
he was red-hot Democrat, and his chief
pleasure seemed to consist in making the
tact as notorious as possible to the whole
world. His friends and acquaintances
who knew him well, and whom he had of.
ten VIc.mized, with one consent pronoun-
ced Jack bore, and his politics nuis-
ance; but with stranger the thing was
essentially different. Seized by the but
toh at the moment of introduction, Jack
would astooisb him by rapid rehearsal
of the articles of his political creed, and
braf b out into an intermnable rhapsody
on the manifest destiny ofthe great Demo
cratic party. that unlucky day, Jack met.
at the house of a mutual friend, Young
lady of great personal beauty and &C.
complishment; attracted by her lowell
ness, and captivated by her intelligence.
he became assidnous in his attensions,
forgot for while his principles and
without enquiring what might be the
political preference of his slady-love.'
imprudentIy proposed, was accepted, and
they were married.
The wedding was over, the guests had
departed, the happy pair had retired to
their chamber, and were snugly in bed.
when Jack, in the course of a quiet con-
versation with bis wife, unwi,tinglv allu-
ded to his favorite subject by CASUALLY
speaking ofhimself as a Democrat.
What T said she, turning sharply and
suddenly upon him, ARE you a Demo.
crat?'
Yes, madam replied Jack, delighted
with the idea of having patient listener
TO his long restrained oratory. Il am a
Democrat, real, Buchanan, Democrat,
attached to the principles of the great
Democratic party; a regular out-and-outer,
double-dyed and twisted in WOOL
Just double and twist yourself out of
this bed, then,' interrupted his wife. Il
am Know Nothing American, and will
never sleep with any man protesting the
abominable doctrines you do
Jack was speechless from absolute
amazement. That the very wife of his
bosom shonId prove traitor was horri.
bic, she must be jessing. He rcmopstra-
ted, in vain, tried persuasion, twas use.
less, entreaty, twas no go. She was in
sober earnest, and the only alternative left
hlm was prompt renuncition of his
heresey, or bed in another room. Jack
did not hesitate.
To give up the great and established
doctrines of his party, to renonce his allie.
glance to that faith which had become in.
Identified with his very being, to be ruled
by the mere whim and caprice of wo.
man, was utterly ridiculous, absurd, and
he threw himself from the bed and prepar.
ed to quit the room.
AS he was leaving the door, she call to
him, i say, my dear, when you recant
your heresy, and repent your past error,
just knock at my door, and perhaps will
let you in
The door was violently slammed to.
and proceeded wrathfully in quest of ano-
ther apartment.
A sense of insulted dignity, and a frm
conviction that he was martyr in the
right cause, strengthened his pride, aud he
resolved to hold out till he forced his wife
into a capitulaGion.
In the morning she met him as if moth.
ing happened, but whenever, Jack ventued
to aIlude TO the rapture of the night prev
lous, there was a laughing devil' in her
eye which extinguished all hope.
A second night he repaired to his lonely
couch, a second day repetition of the
first, 40 allusion was made to the forbid
den subject on either side. There was a
quiet happiness and cheerfulness about
his wife that puzzled jack soreIy, and he
felt that all idea Of forcing her into a sur.
render must be abandoned.
4 third night he was alone with his
thoughts. His reflections were more seri.
Gus and composed than on the night
previous. What they were Of course was
only know to himself, but they seemed to
result in something decided, for about
midnight three distinct raps were made
at his wife's door. No answer. The
signal was repeated in louder tone; still
all was silent; and the third time the door
shook with the violent attack from the
outside.
Who's there 2 cried his wife; Just
aroused from deep sleep.
1l'sme, my dear; and perhaps little
The best Kaow Nothing you ever saw
The revolution in his opinions was
radical and permanent.
"a, sa;1 that II