Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1857-11-09

lgrom the Atlantic Monthiy.l
SALLY PARSONS DUTY.
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said, in suppressed and rather broken
TONE
i was sorry to vex you last night,
Sally. ] could not be sorry for any
thing else
You did grieve me very much, Mis-
ter George said Sally, affecting little
distance in her address, but sufficient
ly tender in manner.
We'll, ] suppose you don't see it the
way ! do returned George; 'and am
very sorry, for | had rather please you
than any body else
This was especially tender, and he
possessed himself Of Sally's little red
hand, unaware or careless that it smelt
Of onions; but it was Withdrawn very
decidedly.
i think you take strange way OF
showing your liking' shifted the dam
sci.
George sat astonished. Another
tiny spider-thread stopped the fly; a
subtle ray Of blue sped sideways out OF
Sally's eye, that meant,-I don't OBJ
ject to be liked
Il wish with all my heart knew
any good way to please you,' he fer
ventIy calculated.
i should think any way to please
people was a good way retorted Sal
ly, saying more with hereyes than with
her voice,-so much more, that in fact
this fly was fast. A little puff of wind
blew off Sally's bonnet; she looked
shy, flushed, lovely. George stood up
on his feet, and took his hat off.
Sally = said he, In the deepest notes
of his full, manly voice, Il love you
very much indeed; will you be my
wife p
Sally was COMPOUNDED; but she was
made Of revolutionary stuff, and what
just now intcrfered with her plans and
schemes was the sudden discovery how
very much indeed she loved George
Tucker fact she had not left enough
margin for in her plot.
| But, as | said, she was made Of
good metal, and she answered very
low
4 do like you, George; but l never
will marry Britisher and Tory
| A spasm of real anguish distorted
the handsome face, bent forward tc
listen.
DO you mean that, Sally? Can,
you love me because we don't think
alikc?'
Sally chokcd little her tones fel
to whisper. George had to sit dowr
close to her to hear.
Il didn't say | didn't love you
George PA blissfuI pause of second
then in clear, cold voicc,-'But may
minds set. can't marry Britishel
and Tory, if died sayin' so.'
George gasped.
'And | cannot turn trailer and re
bel, Sally. l can rot. love you bet
ter than any thing in the world but
can't 10 wicked thing; no, not eve,
for YOU
lie was pale as death. Sally's sc
cret heart felt proud of him, and neve
had she been SO near rcpenting of he
work in the good cause before bu
she was resolutc.
Very well.' replied she, coolly, 4
you prefer the king to me, it's not m,
fault; when your side beats, you cal
take your revengc.'
The thorough injustice ofthis speccl
reused her lovers generous Indignation
Ifyou can think that way of inc
Sally, it is better for us both to hav
me 60. Good night = And ava,
strobe the loyal fellow, never lookin,
back to see his sweetheart have goo,
cry on the pine-log, and then an equal
! ly comfortable fit of laughter; for sh
; knew very well how restless Mis.e
George would be, all alone by himself
and how much it meant that they Low
cd each other, and both knew it.
Sally's heart was stout. A sort O
Yankee Evangcline, she wonld not hav
gone after Gabriel she would hav
staid at home and waited for him t,
. the end Of time doing chores an
mending meanwhile, but unmarried, il
the fixed intention of being her lover
sixth wife possibly, but his wife at las,
So she went home and got supper
strained aud skinned milk, set
sponge for bread, and slept all nigh
like dormouse. George Tucker new
CT went to bed.
'Hooraw!' roared Long Snapp,
trundling in to dinner, the next day
d they're wakin' up down to Bostin =
Good many on ems quit the town.
, Them ARE Britishers is a-gcttin' n
sech a breeze; an they doc say tn
regulars is comm out full sail, to cali
of all the ammunition in these parts
fear O. mutiny 'mongst the milishy
Come along!' shouted Zekle, lie
'em come! like to see 'em takin' on
powder an shot 'thout askin'! Cues
they'll hear thunder, eff they stick thei
) heads inter a hQrnets's nest
Drcdfnl SUI = exclaimed Aunt Pol
pulling turnips out of the pot with reel
less haste, and so scalding her brow
fingers alphabetically +; be they a-comil
here! will they fetch along the batter
in rams?
Thunder an dry trees calculate
Zekle, what does the WOMAN; bu
at that instant Long made for the door
and flung it open, thereby preventing
explanations.
l. Coin to Concord, George 2 shoute
= he to George Tucker, who in a one
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