Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1857-11-06
lsrom the Atlantic Monthiy.I
SALLY PARSONS DUTY.
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Snaps. You're three-decker, Of ever
there was 'un!
Again George REDEEMED, 6dgeted on
his chair, and at last said, in disturb
cd, but quite distinct voice.
4 think the apples are good, Miss
Sally, If the name don't suit YOU
The names too bad to be good, sir
retorted Sally, with a decided sniff and
toss Of the head. Old Zekle gave .
low laugh and interfered.
'You see, George Tucker, these here
times is Gurus. 1t walker up the vim
men folks TO hev no tea, nor no pros
poets Of peace an quiet, SOS TO make
butter an set hens
oh, father!' burst out Sally, do
you think that's all that ais women
| wouldn't care If cat samp forever,
and had nothing but saxifrax tea; but
! can't stand by cool, and see men driv-
on like dumb beasts by another man,
If he has got a crown, and never be let
speak for themselves
Sally's logic was rather confused,
but George got at the idea a. fast as
was necessary.
If twas common man, Miss Sally;
but kings set up en- high by the
Lord, and we ought to obey what lie
sets over u.s.
4 don't see where in Scriptur you
get that idee, George, retorted Zekle.
well, it says in one place you're to
obey them that has the rule over you,
SIR
so it do; but Of the king han't got
no rewl over us, IAN it looks mighty
like it jes now, why, l don't sees We
re bound to mind him.
This astutc little sophism confound-
cd poor George for a minute, during
which Sally began to giggle violently,
and flirt in her rustic fashion with the
three rebels in a row. At length
George, recovering his poise and clear
sightedncss, resumed
But he did rule over us, Mister Par
sons, and l can't zee how it's right to
rebel
There don't everythin' come Jest
square about SEEM things interposed
Long Snaps; folks had better steer
by facts sometimes, than by yarns
It's jest like v'yagin'; yew do'no' sum-
times what's to pay with compass
it'll 60 all p'ints at once mebbe some
body's got Ratchet near by, or some
lubbcr's throwcd chain down by the
pinnacle, or some darned things got
inside ont, or it's shipped a sea an got
rusted but there alters the Dipper an
the North Star; they're alters true to
their bcarin's, and can't 60 to Davy
Jones's locker for want Of light us
SO longs they're ahead. 1 calk'late its
jest SO about this king-talk; orders is
very well when they ant agin common
sense an the rights o'natur but you
see, George Tucker, folks will 60 cord
in to natur an reason, Of there's forty
parlamints an kings in tow. Natur's
just like newest squsll you can't
do nothin' but tack against it; and no
men is goink to stand still and see the
wind taken out of their sails, an their
liberty flung to sharks, without one
why!
MOI burst out Sally, who had stop
ped flirting, and been listening with
soul and body to Long; and no man,
that is man, will 60 against the right
and the truth just became the wrong is
strongest
This little feminine insult was too
much for George Tucker, particularly
as he had not the least idea how its
uttcrrance burned Sally's lips, and
made her heart ache. He got up from
his chair with very bitter look on his
handsome face.
Il see said he, coldly, 4 am likely
to be scarce welcome here. l believe
the king Is my master, made SO by the
Lord, and l think it Is my honest duty
to obey him. 1t hurts me to part 9TH
wise than kind with friends; but l
wish you good night and better
Judgment
There was something SO manly in
Georges speech, that, but for its final
fling and personality, every man in the
room would have crowded round him
to shake hands; but what man ever
coolly heard his judgment impeached!
Sally swallowed a great round sob;
but being, like all women, an actress in
her way, bowed as calmly to Mr..
George as if he only said adieu, after
an ordinary call.
Aunt Poll snufled, aud followed
George to the door; Uncle Zckle drew
himself up straight, and looked after
him, his clear blue eyes sparkling with
two rays -one of honest patriotic
wrath, one Of affection and regret for
George; while Long, from the corner,
eyed all with serpent's wisdom in his
gaze, oracularly uttering, as the door
shut
well, that are Teller is good grit
N. l.