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

A better time is coming
Because-it will and mustr
Il Homqa Of the l9M Century.
ooh, yes ! exclaimed Clermont, II know
it leads out to Mrs. Trotwelpsp
"Lawk now : how did you come to know
that? You wasn't never in Doolittlc 2
Never" cried Harry, and he threw
back his handsome head, and laughed till
the room rang again.
SWELL what genus you hev fur CUES
SIM" resumed Mrs. Dcwbcrry; "to be cure,
child, it leads to Miss Trotwelps, an all
ever the village besides"
81 thought SO " remarked Clermont
"Oh git out now, somebody tolo you
sakes alive you can't foolmc. But, speak
in of Miss Trotwell puts me in mind that
she wuz one of them delegates, too-shes
a widder-Tabithy Simpkins as wus and
she wuz mighty poor gal when she wuz
young, an married ole Squire Trotwell fur
his money, nothin' else airthly. The squire
he wuz the greatest ole story in krissendum,
or the kingdun cum; he used to be to all
cvcrlastin tcllin' folks long rigmarolc
about his father bein' killed under Gineral
Washin'tun in Revolutionary struggle.
allays knowed the ole fellcr wuz the
biggest sort of story then, but KEEP q
never lettin' on. But scz I to myself, sez
I, Gincral Washin'tuu wuzu't the man to
do a poor fcller-creetur so unhuman, he
might u knocked the ole scamp down, Che
deserved it, III be bound,) but he'd a let
him git up agin lenS aforc the breath wuz
out Of his body. Scz to myself, scz l,
that's a iie-p!um! Gineral Washin'tu 'tun
wuz an intcrcstin' man, an Christian, an
I'm forncst any mean, or'nary, low-lived
stupid, that says any thing agin him. Be-
sides, he wuz the Father Of"
"Mrs. Tabitha Trotwcl" calculated Clcr-
mont, with an uncarthly cffcrt Keeping his
risibilites in subjcction, while Adelaidc's
happy laugh rang out like gush of music
"Ne 'twant-sakos alive, child /! how OH
common stupid you are,. haint bin tel
liu' of you all this timo that twas her hus-
baa'-tho. squire, / moan-father, indeed !
the lau'. what 4 mistake-an' still twas one
that any body as had never seed him might
made easy enutf-for he looked forty times
as ole as 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 inhab-
tunt,' or the shade of things that used to
was I've no idy who they is, some big
bugs in their day and gneration, allow;
maybe Pontius Plate, or Boneyparte. The
lau'! that put me in mind of Miss Trotwell
she teaches singin' an plays on the pian-
ny, Days of Absence, an Boncypartc eros
sim the Rine, astonishin' severe When
on diet of broken glass an ole nails but
they do say its spledid, an SO impressive.
She haint got the sense the law allows her,
but then she's rich, an that's cnuff to put
her on the delegation. AS I was sayin',
she's widdcr, an a lone widder at that,
for nary chick nor child trots over that
Trotwell lot. In this, as in cvsry thing
else she's the quite reyarse of Miss Skin
fint-pcrsopaly speakin' she's an itinera-
tim prambilatin' molasses cask, an in the
winter, when she's wrapped up so etarnelly
honey, she's sight !" Mother sez my
Dancl to me, sez my Danel to me, scz he,
Mother, she's jist like them funny-lookin'
1njins that grows away up in the Cannedys;
mother sez he, Il swan, blcevc they took
ole Miss Trotwell out of josanby p
scz I. 'Taint so p scz I. AS was sayin' !,
MISS lTotWcIlj SIC Wluucr, an SOrC
rich, an in course, you know, don't keer
nothin' for literary nor no sich, 'litcal sub
jects, but takes to benevalensc, an senti-
ments, jist fur grandure. Danel sez its 'all
fur Buncombc; ); but, sez I, son, you're
Dig story, Miss TrotweA aint goin' to mar
ry the sccon' time-the property bein' left
to. her only while sh,'s widder. The boys
they're allays plaguin' the soul out O her,
an every formed thing she does, they say
it's all fur Buncombe,' or 'all fur Poppy
Larity; but taint so; she wont marry, an
taint no use fur them furrin jackanapos, an
ole no accounts to court her, no how. Hor
most pertickler friend"
"Tbat was Miss Saffrons," interrupted
Clermont.
"Well never! we'll, what if twas p
the lau' 't,oas her, and she tole Polly Arm
strong to tell Phebe Collins, to whisper like
to Nancy Lang, to hint to John Simpson s
wife's cousins sister to tell our Mirandy-
she's our help-to tell mo"
"That she was delegate % should Har.
ry.
"No! 'twa'nt dat--you aint smart /;
'twa'nt in six miles, nor in sight O that; la!
sakss, that want no secret, she toIe me that
with her own lips; / don't mind exactly
when twas, but believe in my heart twas
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