The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-08-01
THE DOOLI1TLE DELEGATION,
TO A "WoMAN's RIGHTS CONVENTION"
by MISS l.. VIRGINIA SMITH.

it leads out to Mrs Trotwcl'sp
"Lawk now : how did you come to know
thut? You wasn't never in Doolittlc 2
Never" cried Harry, aud he threw
back his handsome head, and laughed till
the room rang again.
swell, what genus you hcv fur gucs-
child, it leads to Miss TrotwclPs, an all
over the village besides"
81 thought SO :" remarked Clcrmont.
ooh git out now, somebody tolc you
sakcs alive you can't fool me- But, speak
in of Miss Trotwcll puts me in mind that
she wuz one of them delegates, too-shc' 5
widlcr-Tabithy Simpkins as wus and
she wuz mighty poor cal when she wuz
young, an married ole Squire Trotwcll fur
his money, nothn' else airthly The squire
he wuz the greatest ole story i'll krisscudum,
or the kingdum cum he used to be to all
cvcrlstin' tclln' folks long rigmarolc
about his father bein' killed under Gncral
Washin'tun in Revolutionary struggle. |
allays knowcd the ole iclcr wuz the
biggest sort of Il story then, but | KEEP 4
never lcttin' on. But scz | to myself, sez
|, Gincral Washin' 'tun wuzn't the man to
do poor fcllcr crectur SO unhuman, he
might Knocked the ole scamp down, Che
deserved it, Iii be bound,) but he'd let
him Git up agin long atorc the breath wuz
out Of his body. Scz to myself scz |,
that's a iic-p!um Ginera Washintun
wuz an intcrcstin' man, an Christian, an
I'm iorncst any mean, or'nary, lowlived
stupid, that says any thing agin him Be-
sides, he wuz the Father Of"
"Mrs. Tabitha Trotwcll!' calculated Clcr.
mont, with an uncarthly ciicrt Keeping his
risibilitics in subjcction, while Adclaidc's
happy laugh rang out like Il gush Of music.
No twant-sakcs alive, child how on
common stupid you are. haiut l bin tel
lin Of you all this time that twas her hus-
baa'-tho squirc, mcan-fathcr, indeed !.
the ku'. what n miStake-an' still twas one
that any body as had never seed him might
made easy enu.f-lor he looked forty times
as ole rs she. My Danel, he's great on ages,
scz that to seen the squire about day break
of a Mundy mornin' in November, you
couldn't tolc him from the oldest inhahi-
tunt,' or the shade Of things that used to
was I've no idly who they is, some big
bugs in their day and gincraton, allow;
maybe Pontius Plate, Or Boncyparte. The
lau'! that put me in mind Of Miss Trotwell
she teaches singin' an plays on tic plan
NY Days of Absence, an Boncypartc eros
sin the Rine, astonishin' severe When
she sings you'd think she'd been brung up
on diet of broken glass an ole nails; but
they do say its splcdid, an 50 impressive
She haint got the sense the law allows her,
but then she's rich an that's cnuf to put
her on the delegation. AS | was Sayin',
she's widdcr, an lone widdcr at chat,
for nary chick nor child trots over that
Trotwcll lot. In this, as in every thing
else she's the quite rcvarsc of Miss Skin
Hiut-pcrsoDally spcakn' she's an itincra-
tin prambilatin' molasses cask, an in the
winter, when she's wrapped up so etarnelly
honey, she's a sight :" 'AIothcr,' scz my
Dancl to me, scz my Dancl to me-, scz he,
Mother, she's jist like them funny-lookin'
lnjlns t hat grows away upin the Cannelys;
mother scz he, Il swan, blccve they took
ole Miss Trotwcll out Of a joSashy =
YOU'RE outcn your five senses more like
scz |. Idint SO . scz I. AS WAS sayn',
Miss Trotwcll, she's 4 widdcr, an sort o
rich, an in course, you know, don't kcer
nothin' for literary nor no Sich, 'litical sub
jccts, but takes to bencva!cnsc, an scnti-
mcnts ji~t fur grandurc. Dancl scz its all
fur Buncombc;' : but, scz I, son, you're
Dig story, Miss Trotwcil aint gon' to mar
~ the sccon timc-thc property bcin' lcCt
to her only while Shes a widdcr. The boys
they're allays plaguin' the soul out o her,
an every formed thing she does, they say
it's AL fur Buncombc,' or all fur Poppy
Larity : but taint so ; she wont marry, an
taint no use fur them lurrin jackanapCs, an
ole no accounts to court her, no how. Her
most pcrticklcr friend"
"That was Miss Sallrons," Interrupted
Clcrmont.
"Wcll, | never. we'll, what if twas p
the lau' 't'c0S her, and she tolc Polly Arm
strong to tell Phcbc Collins to whisper like
70 Nancy Lang, to hint to John Simpson 5
wilcS cousins sister to tell our Mirandy-
she's our hclp-to tell me"
That she was delegate" should iIar.
ry.
"No! 'twa'nt Mat--you aint smart
'twa'nt in six miles, nor in sight O that; la.
saksS, that Wa MT no secret she tolc Inc that
with her own lips | don't mind exactly
when twas, but | believe in my heart twas