The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-03-16
THE EFFECT OF CULTURE.
How an East-Lockport. Girl Aston
ished Her Parents.


ished Her Parents.
Lockport Union: A few months
ago the daughter of an East Lock
port young man who has grown
comfortably well off in the small
grocery line, was sent away to :
''female college," and recently she
arrived home for the holiday vaca
ton. The old man was in attend
ance at the depot when the trair
arrived, with the old horse in the
delivery cart to convey his daugh
ter and her trunk to the house
When the train stopped, bewitch
Ing array of dry goods and wide
brimmed hat dashed from the cal
and flung itself into the elder
ly party's arms.
"Why, you superlative par' she
exclaimed, I'm ever so utterly glad
to see you"
I The old man was somewhat an
nerved by the greeting but he rec
ognized the sealskin cloak in his
grip as the identical piece of prop
erty he had paid for with the bay
mare, and he sort of squat it up in
his arms and planted kiss where
it would do the most good with a
report that sounded above the
noises of the depot. In a brief
space of time the trunk and the at
tendant baggage was loaded into
the wagon, which was soon bump
ing over the bubbles toward home.
'"Pa, DEAR said the young miss,
surveying the team with critical
eye, ''do you consider this quite ex-
cessively beyond?'
"Hay?' returned the old man
with a puzzled air; "quite excessive
ly beyond whatr'
"Oh, no pa, you don't understand
me-" the daughter exclaimed. 81
mean this wagon and horse. Do
you think they are soulful? Do you
think they could be studied apart
in the light of symphony, or even
a simple poem, and appear as in
tensely utter to one on returning
home as one could express?"
The old man twisted uneasily in
his seat and muttered something
about he believed it used to be
used for an express before he
bought it to deliver pork in, but
the conversation appeared to be
travelling in such a lonesome direc
ton that he pitched the horse a re
sounding crack on the rotunda, and
the severe jolting over the frozen
ground prevented further remarks.
"Oh, there is that lovely and con-
summate maj screamed the re
turned collegiatess, as they drew up
at the door, and presently she was
lost in the embrace of a motherly
woman in spectacles.
swell, Maria" said the old man
at the supper table, as he nipped a
piece of butter off the lump with his
own knife, ''an' how'ed you like
your school?'
"Well, there, pa, now you shout
mean, 1 consider it far too beyond"
replied the daughter. 1T is I'M
questionably ineffable. The girls
are SO sumptuously stunning-I
mean grand-so intense. And then
the parties, the balls, the rides
oh, the past few weeks have. been
one sublime harmony"
81 s'pose so, 1 s'pose So" ner
Vously assented the old man, as he
reached for his third cup, "half full"
how about your books
readin', writin', grammer, rule O.
three-how about them?"
Spa, don'tP' exclaimed the daugh-
ter, responsibility; ''the rule of
three! grammar! 1t is French and
music and painting and the divine
in art that have made my school
life the boss-I mean that have
rendered it one unbroken flow of
rhythmic bliss-incomparably and |
all but"
The grocery man and his wife |
looked helplessly at each other
across the table. After lonesome
pause the old lady said:
"How do you like the biscuits,
MariaY'
They are too utter for any
thing" gushed the accomplished
young lady, "and this plum preserve
is simply poem in itself"
The old man rose abruptly from
the table and went out of the room,
his head in a dazed be
manner, and the mass con
vention was dissolved. That night
he and his wife sat alone 10y the
stove until late hour, and at the |
breakfast table the next morning
he raped smartly on his plate with
the handle of his knife and re-
marked:
"Maria, me an your mother have
been talkin' the thing over, an
we've come to the conclusion that |
this boardin' school business to ut
terlY all but too much nonsense.
Me an her consider that we haven't |
lived sixty odd consummate years
for the purpose of raisin' curiosity |
an there's a stop TO be put to this |
unquenchable foolishness. Now,
after you've finished eatin' that po-
EN- of fried sausage an that sym
phony of twisted doughnut. you
take an dust up stairs in less than
two seconds and peel off that fancy
gown and put on caliker, an then
come down here an help your
mother wash dishes. want it dis
tinctly understood that there amt
goin' to be no more rhythmic foolish
ness in this house, so longs your
pa an consummate mas
runnin' the rancho. You hear me,
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