The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1889-03-02
SHE WROTE "AGlN THE MOUST'Ns.''
And That is Why Miss Dromgoole is
Not the Present Clerk of the Ten-
nessee Senate.


nessee Senate.
Nashville Correspondence. New York
- II : - Word
The absorbing topic TT conversation
for the last tel, days has been the light
in the legislature over The senate clerk
ship. The most prominent candidate
for the lun.ition WIS the former incuiL-
bent. Miss Wi Allen D.omgoole,
orig mt little woman celeb, atcd as an
nuthOress Of more than local renown,
and we'll known as al au!hotess AID
journalist. Her brilliant skt tchts OF
Tennessee mountain tIfs TINT have re-
Gently appeared In the, mag mes and
been copied in the newspapers Great q
sensation among the people II the
hill country rs w. II AS among literary
folk, and were made an issue in the
-contes, for the coveted clsrkstip ST.
sharp was Miss Dremgoole's pen that
even the thick hide Of the mouD,aineer
himself felt the sting, and vows of
veDgence were lnuttered from every
hillside and re-echned from every
mountain peak of the "Big BcEd"
stale.
But Of this lit IL Mes Dromgoole
knew not, aud she gayly. pulled the
legislative wires until success seemed
assured beyond IA doubt. And then at
the very moment OF Victory, Nemesis,
in the shape Of big. rough bearded
Scion from AL up county, arose and
reared out: ssShe wrote .agin the
moi,nl' as! I war be khown'st Ter it,
an I'm agin her."
The senate. sat petrfisd and Miss
Dromgoole incautioussy giggled. II
sealed her fate. Another hill country
Legislator was hoisied to his feet by his
Indignant colleagues to second the OBJ
lection. He did 1t tersely and effectu-
ally. r., ,.,.., ..sTn
.sShe lowed the wimmen folks went
Ib'arfOot an Their men talked diurlec.
I'm agin anybody as Is agtn the
!noun,'ns." aa !sse s,.5
| The issue was joined, and on the
ballot being taken Miss Dromgooie was
beaten.
F.! That she Is not utterly crushed by
this avalanche OF Legislative d!sPleasurc
IS evidenced from the subjoined letter
10 tho editor Of II magazine, in answer
to his condolences and request for q
story:
You asked me for "piece," my friend,
TO help your book along,
The tale machine Is out offfx,
And 50 l send song. :, e
The talo machine, in school boy phrase,
"Is busted all to whack ~ ~ $50
Aud my good goose-quill now is all
That's left me of the wreck.
And with it. I've d word to say,
| Sub rosa, lot it be, 2 "a
For tSAlIt quito n compliment er'
You ask me for a story, Will, f5Es p
! Some pleasant tale or mine;
It grieyes me sore to say yon nay, -
| but viii. 1 must decline.
No more shall pen or printers art
! Temptation spread for me-;
No more shall tale of mine disturb 81
| The breast of Tennessee. s.r.r ,
Unstable power! but yesterday g.
| Tho fates smiled soft on me,
sat among the rulers wise
| Who spRka for Tennessee. .s-sss
To give me greeting, viii, to-day, y
There's mono iadeed 80 poor,
A branded Cain In bnnishmeni--
| A crime lfes at my door.
''She wrote agin the mounlns." win,
That's what they charge of me.
This ignorance aud prejudice
That speaks for Tennessee.
''She's made our inount'ns into hills"
This Is the Sin, they say,
That locked tho 81 atehot,se doors on me,
And drove my muse to bay.
,rluis was the cut of all unkind;
Thistle my scorn incites,
For you, think, must understand
My love for those old heights.
pve wat ched full oft with jealous eye
The soft clouds kiss their crest,
When burning soul, by passion Torn,
Had fled to them for rest. ~--.g
Old friend, think You'll soc the point;
The truth is plain to me-
A better pen than mine must write
For infant Tennessee.
No mole hill OF the mountains I,
The honest truth il, VIII, r
Ills they who've made II mountain big
Out OF my small mole-hill.
Rre tried u touch OF path0s, VIII,
Wit, joy, have moved my pom;
But ignorance and prejudice ...
Are one beyond my ken.
Perhaps the gods In foreign lands
VIII more propitiotts smile,
bsolys mo OF the sin that stains
( My loyalty the whilo. ),
so, Will. whom friendly fate shall beam
1 Upon my pen and me,
Leave i'll Your magazine space
TO tell old Tennessee,
And tell her that no closed door,
No art OF schemer's plan,
Gan bar my spirit from those heights
That crown my native land.
4 nd tell her when the curtain falls
Between the world and me,
The last thought of my loyal soul
Shall still be Tennessee. r...
! Miss Dromgooie announces her in
lentton to keep II sharp eye on the
of the senate during the