Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1857-11-07
lDrom the Atlantic MonshIy.l
SALLY PARSONS DUTY.
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'Al the worse for us! growled Eli
ashib Sparks, the biggest Of the three,
surprising Sally into little hysterical
laugh, and surprised himself still more
at this unexpected sequence to his re-
mark.
rooty bad! George is a clever fel-
low !! CALCULATED Zekle. He hsn't got
the rights ont, but l think he'll cone
round by'n by
Il do'no,' said Long, meditatively ;
hes pooty stiff, that are Teller. He's
sot on dooty, | see an that means
sunthin, when man that oughter be
called a man seq it. Wimmin-f folks,
now, don't sail on that tack When a
gal sets to talkin' about her dooty, it's
alters suthin' she wants ter do and han't
got no grand excausc fort Ye never
sec woman didn't get married for
dooty yet; there ant nary one on EN-
darst to say they wanted ter
oh Mister Long /" exclaimed Sally.
well, Sally, its nigh about SO you
han't lived hundred year. Some Of
these days you'll get to know yer
dooty.'
Sally turned red, and the three young
men staggered. Forgive the word,
gentle and fair readers it means what
| mean, and no other word expresses
it; let us be graphic and die!
Just then the meeting house bell
rang for nine o'clock snd every man
got up from his seat, like q son of
Anak, bowed, scraped, cleared his
throat to say, Goodnight did say
something like it, and left.
well, Sally, | swear you're good at
signallin',' broke out Long, as soon as
the youths were fairly ont Of sight and
sound; you hev done it for George
Tucker!
Sally gave no answer, but brand
from the backlog fell, blazcd up in
shaft of rosy flame, and showed sus-
picious glitter on the girls round,
wholesome cheek. Aunt Poll had gone
to bed /; Zckle was going the nightly
rounds of his barns, to see to stock
Long Snaps was aware of opportuni-
ty, the secret of success.
Sally said he, is that Teller spark
in your
Sally laughed little, and something,
perhaps the blaze, redeemed her face.
Il don't know said the pretty hypo-
critic, demurely.
HIM! well, do answered Long
'and you ant never goin to take up
with Tory? don't think its yer dooty,
hey!'
NO indeed" flashed Sally. do you
think I'd marry Britisher! I'd run
away and live with the Indians first
'Pooty good! pooty good you're
calk 'lating to make George into a reb-
cl, l xpect.'
Long was looking into the fire when
he said this he did not see Sally look
OF rage and amazement at his unpleas-
ant penetration.
I'm sure don't care what George
Tucker thinks, said she, with toss of
her curly head.
'n'm" uttered Long, mcditatively,
lucky. xpect he carries too many
guns to be stccrcd by woman tbs a
kinder pity you ant a man, Sally;
mebbc you'd arguty him round then;
its plain as the Gulfyou can't crook his
wage he's too stiff Tor wimmin- folks,
that is fact.
Oh, Long Snaps Long Snaps
how many wives, in how many ports,
went to the kno Wedge of feminine ma
turc that dictated that spccchl Sally
set her lips. From that hour George
Tucker was a doomed man; but she
said nothing more audible than Good
night Long looked at her, as she lit
the tallow dip by the fire, and chuck
led when he heard her shut the milk
room door in the safe distance. lie
was satisfied.
The next afternoons ally was weed
ing onions in the garden ;-hcroiness
did, in those days the currant-bush-
es had but just lcafcd out; so George
Tucker, going by. saw her; and she,
who had seen him coming before she
began to weed, accidentally of course,
looked up and gave him a very bright
smile. That was the first thread,
and the fly stepped into it with such a
thrill
OF course he stopped, and said,-
what a pleasant day THE saving
phrase of life. Then Sally said some
thing he couldn't hear, and he leaped
the low fence without being asked,
rather than request her to raise her
voice he was so considerate Next
he remembered, just as he turned to
60 away, that there were some white
violets down in the meadow, that Sally
always liked. Couldn't she spend time
to walk down there across lots and
get some? Sally thought the onions
could not be left. Truth to tell, her
heart was in her mouth. She had been
playing with edge-tools but just then
she smelt Whit of smoke from Long
Snaps pipe, and the resolve Of last
night came back her face relented,
and George, seeing it, used his utmost
responsiveness SO the result was, that
Sally washed her hands at the we'll,
and away they went, IN the. most Sc
rene silence, over fences, grsss-lots, and
bitches, through bits of woodland, and