Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1897-01-13
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HowsAMNTHY ALLEN wENTTo LECTION.
II was a maxim Josiah some cotton
flannel shirts and l lacked enough for
the gussets and one shoulder band, l
had also run out of shirt buttons; and
l was a tellin' the Wilder Doodle in
the forenoon that | couldn't work an
other stitch or 'em till l had been to
Jonesville. Josiah looked up from the
World and says he, Il am goin' to
Jonesville to lection bime by, Saman.
tina; you'd better ride down and get the
stuff for my shirts Says he, The Town
Hall, as you know, is bein' fixed, and
the poll is sot up right up.in the store.
1t will be handy, and you can go jest
as we'll as not
But l looked my companion in the
face with an icy, curious mean, and
says l in low, strange tones, "Wouldn't
it be revoltin' to the finer %feelin's of
your sole companion, a crowdin' aud
elbowin' her way amongst the rude
throng of men s%urroundin' the pole; to
have her hear b eimmodest and almost
dangerous language, the oaths and
swearin'; to see her plungin' in the vor-
tex of political warfare, and the arena
of corruption?' says 1, How is the
shrinkin' modesty and delicacy of my
sect a goin' to stand firm a %jostlin its
way amongst the rude masses, and you
there to see .it?" Says l, 'Ain't it a
goin' to be awful revoltin' to you, 10.
siah Allen?"
"Oh no." says he in calm, gentle ak
ents, mot if you was a goin' for shirt
buttons"
"Oh," says l almost wildly, "a wo-
man can plunge up head first against
the poll and be unframed if she is in
search of cotton flannel; she can pur-
sue shirt buttons into the very vortex
of political life, into the pool of corrup-
ton, and the mirey clay, and come out
white as snow, and modest as a lilly of
the valley. But let her step in them
very tracks, a.follerin' liberty and free
dom and justice and right and truth
and temperance, and she comes out
black as a coal. Why are these things
SOP"
Jest at that very minute, Josiah laid
down the World, and says he: II am
a goin' to hitch up the old mare, Sa-
mantha. l guess you had better go, for
am a sufferin' for them shirts; my old
one are gettin so thin; l am cold as a
frog" Howsomever we got started and
l said to myself, here l be started for
lection, my companion settin' by my
side, affection on his face, sweetness
and peace throned onto his eyebrows,
and at home is a Wilder Doodle, a
helping me off to lection. Everything
is peace and harmony and gay, because
l am going to lection after buttons
and gussets for mems shirts" And
then I'd s'pose tother way; "s'posen l
was a settin' off with my mind all boy
ed up with enthusiasm in the cause of
right, a earnest tryin' to do my full
duty to God and man, pledgin' my life
and sacred honor to help the good
cause forred and put my sholdier blades
to the wheel; s'posen l was on my way
to vote, and it wouldn't take half so
long as it would to pick out the shirt
buttons and things-my Josiah s face
would look black as a thunder cloud,
anger and gloom would be throned
on his eyebrow, his mean would
be fierce and warlike; l should be an
outcast from Israel, and Sister Doodle
wouldn't have washed a dish, and so
kept s'posen things till we got clear to
the store door, and Josiah went to help
me out; and then thinkin' what my
companion had warned me about SO
many times-about how dangerous
and awful it was for wimmen to 20
near the polls-I says to him, in mid.
dim, quiet tones, Josiah, l guess I'll
set in the buggy till you hitch the old
mare, and then you can go in with me,
SOS to kinder keep between me and the
people,"
But, he says in excited tones; "Oh,
shaw, Samantha; what fools winner
can be; who do you s'pose is a goin' tc
hurt your Do you s'pose Elder Minkley
is goin to burgle you, or old BobbeI
asalt or batterp There hain't a man
there but what you have been to meet
ing with. Go in and get your button'
and things, SOS to be ready by the
THE DREADED CONSUME.