Around the World with Josiah Allen's Wife by Marietta Holley (life changing books TXT) š
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How I did hate to part with sweet Dorothy, I loved her and she me visey versey. And Robert Strong, he sot up in my heart next to Thomas J., and crowdinā up pretty clost to him too. Miss Meechim also had her properties, and we had gone through wearisome travel, dangers and fatigues, pleasant rest, delightful sight-seeing, poor vittles, joy and grief together, and it wuz hard to break up old ties. But it had to be. Our life here on this planet is made up of meetinās and partinās. It is hail and farewell with us from the cradle to the grave.
We all retired early, beinā tired out, and we slept well, little thinkinā of the ghastly shape that would meet us on the thresholt of the new day. But, oh, my erring but beloved country! why ortnāt we to expect it as long as you keep the mills a-goinā that turns out such black, ghastly shadders by the thousands and thousands all the time, all the time, to enwrap your children.
Dorothy never knowed itāāwhat wuz the use of cloudinā her bright young life with the awful shadder? But then, as I told Robert, that black, dretful pall hangs over every home and every heart in our country and is liable to fall anywhere and at any time, no palace ruff is too high and no hovel ruff is too low to be agonized and darkened by its sombry folds.
But he said it would make Dorothy too wretched, and he could not have her told, and I agreed to it, but of course I told my pardner and his heart wuz wrung and his bandanna wet as sop in consequence onāt. And he told Miss Meechim, too, that morninā, and her complaisant belief in genteel drinkinā and her conservative belief in the Poor Manās Club, wuz 449 shook hardāāhow hard I didnāt know until afterwards. Oh, how she, too, loved Aronette! The children when they wuz told onāt mourned because we did, and on their own account too, for they sot store by her what little they had seen of herāāfor nobody could see her without loving her.
As for Arvilly, her ideas on intemperance couldnāt be added to or diminished by anything, but she wepā and cried for days.
Well, I spoze you all want to know the peticulars. Robert Strong wuz the first one that left the tarven in the morninā. He had to see a man very early on business. He went out by the ladiesā entrance. And there crouched on the cold stun steps, waitinā we spozed to ketch another glimpse of Dorothy, and mebby to ask for help, for she wuz almost naked, and her plump little limbs almost skin and bone, dead and cold, frozen and starved, so we spozed, lay Aronette. Pretty, happy little girl, dearly beloved, thrown by Christian America to the wild beasts just as sure as Nero ever did, only while he threw his human victims to be torn and killed for fun, America throws her human victims, her choicest, brightest youth, down to ruin and death, for greed. Which looks the Worst in Godās sight? I dāno nor Josiah donāt.
Well, Robert called a ambulance, had the poor boney, ragged victim took to a hospital, but all efforts wuz vain to resuscitate her. She had gone to give in her evidence against Americaās license laws, aginst Army Canteen, Church and State, aginst Licensed Saloon Keeper, aginst highest official and lowest voter, aginst sinner and saint, who by their encouragement or indifference make such crimes possible.
The evidence wuz carried in, the criminals must meet it, it is waitinā for āem, waitinā. Of course the New York parties who helped Robert, policemen, doctors, and nurses, thought very little of it, it wuz so common, all over the land, they said, such things was happening all the time from the same cause. And we knew it well, we knew of the wide open pit, 450 veiled with tempting covering, wove by Selfishness and Greed, scattered over with flimsy flowers of excuse, palliation, expediency that tempts and engulfs our brightest youth, the noblest manhood, old and young, rich and poorāāit is very common.
But to us who loved the pretty, merry little maid, rememberinā her so happy and so good, and saw her ruined and killed before our eyes by the country that should have protected her, we kept it in our hearts, we could not forgit it.
Robert Strong had her buried in a quiet corner of a cemetery and left orders for a stun cross to be put up to mark her grave. He asked me to write the epitaph which he had carved in the marble, and I did:
Aronette
Young, Happy, BelovedāāMurdered!
Vengeance is mine saith the Lord.
Robert had it put on just as I writ it. He didnāt tell Dorothy anything about her death till they got home. She never see the epitaph; it wuz true as truth itself, but it wuz hash, and might have made her bed-sick, lovinā Aronette as she did. But after Dorothy Strong wuz livinā with him, blessed and happy in their pretty, simple home in his City of Justice, then he told her that Aronette wuz dead, died in a hospital and wuz buried in a pleasant graveyard. And Dorothy mourned for her as she would for a beloved sister.
Yes, Dorothy will mourn for her all her days. The young man who wuz to marry her will live under the shadow of this sorrow all his life, for he is one of the constant ones who cannot forgit. The old grandmother in Normandie waited for letters from her darling which never came, and will die waiting for her.
The young man who enticed the pretty little maid into the canteen, licensed by America, and gave her stupefying drink, licensed by our laws, took her, staggering and stupid, 451 to another dretful house, made as respectable as they can make it by our Christian civilization. He lived long enough, I spoze, to add several more victims to the countless list of such murders that lays on our countryās doorsteps, and then he too died, a bloated, loathsome wreck, makinā another victim for the recordinā angel to mark down, if there is room in her enormous books of debt and credit with this traffic for another name. And I spoze there is, for them books tower up mountain high, and new ones have to be opened anon or oftener, and will I spoze till Godās time of reckoninā comes and the books are opened and the debts paid.
It wuz a lovely day when we see the towers of Jonesville loom up above the billows of environinā green.
(I mean the M. E. steeple showinā up beyend Grout Nicklesonās pine woods.)
As the cars drew into the station they tooted their delight agin and agin at our safe return as the train stopped.
As we walked up the platform I see Josiah furtively on-button his stiff linen cuffs as if preparinā to throw āem off for life. His face radiant, and humminā sotey vosey his favorite ballad:
āHum agin, hum agin, from a furren shore.ā
Arvilly looked happy to agin touch the sile of home, and be able, as she said, to ātend to her things.ā And wuz not I happy? I who loved my country with the jealous love that makes a ma spank her boy for cuttinā up. Is it love that makes a ma stand by, and see her boy turn summer sets and warhoop in meetinā-houses? Nay, verily, every spank that makes him behave is a touching evidence of her warm devotion.
I felt as I stood on the beloved sile of home (better sile and richer than any other), beneath its bright sunshine (warmer and brighter than any other sunshine) I felt that I loved my country with that passionate, jealous love that could never be contented till she rises up to the full glory she might and will have. When she sweeps her long strong 452 arms round and brushes off vile politicians and time-servers, and uses a pure free ballot to elect good men and good wimmen to make good laws, then will come the Golden Age that I look for, and that will come, when Justice will take her bandages off, and look out with both eyes over a prosperous and happy land. God speed the day!
We parted with the children here, they goinā to their own homes, after promisinā to come and see me and their pa very soon. Tommy throwed his arms round my neck and said he should stay with us half the time. We want him to.
Well, Ury met us with the mair and warm smiles of welcome, and Philury greeted us with joyous smiles and a good warm meat supper. They set store by us, lots of store, and when we gin āem the presents we had brung for āem from foreign shores, happiness seemed to radiate from āem like light and warmth from the sun. Josiah enjoyed his supperāāyes, indeedāāhis liniment shone with satisfaction as he sot at the table in his stockinā feet and shirt sleeves, and eat more than wuz good for him, fur more. He had begun to onbend, and I knew that for days I couldnāt keep clothes enough on him to be hardly decent, but knew also that that would wear away in time.
Feelinā first-rate when we got home, it only took us a short time to rest and recooperate from our tower, and receive calls from the children and grandchildren and Jonesvillians. And the children helped Philury and me to git the house all in order, and prepare for Thanksgiving. I sent out invitations for a party; I laid out to invite all my own dear ones, old and young, Elder Minkley and his wife, Arvilly, and how I did want to invite Ernest White and Waitstill Webb, but he wuz away on a long vacation, and Waitstill I hadnāt hearn from for weeks, she wuz in the Philippines the last I hearn.
I wanted to invite all the brethern and sistern in the meetinā-house, but Philury thought she couldnāt wait on āem all, and we compromised on the plan of havinā āem all here 453 to a eveninā social the week after, when weād pass round things and not have so many dishes to wash.
I laid out to be dretful thankful Thanksgivinā day. I felt that my heart would keep the holiday with drums beatinā and flags wavinā, to speak in metafor. For how much, how much I had to be thankful for! My beloved pardner and I had reached our own home in safety. The Lord had watched over us in perils by water, perils by land, perils by fatigue, perils by Josiahās strange, strange plans.
Tommy wuz as well as ever a child wuz; the doctor said his lungs wuz sound as a bell. All our dear ones at home had been kepā in safety and our home seemed more like a blissful oasis in a desert world than it ever did before.
I always like to be up to the mark in everything, and I felt that I had so much to be thankful for Thanksgivinā day that I laid out to git up early soās to begin to be thankful as soon as daylight anyway, and keep it up all day till long after candle light. But as it turned out I begun to keep the glorious holiday of Thanksgivinā three days ahead and had to, for I couldnāt help it.
I believe in makinā preparations ahead; I believe in takinā time by the forelock and leadinā it along peaceable and stiddy by my side, instead of timeās drivinā me, rough shod and pantinā for breath over a household path, rocky and rough with belated duties. And it wuz three days before Thanksgivinā I sot in my clean, cheerful-lookinā kitchen seedinā some raisins for the fruit cake, Josiah beinā out to the barn killinā two fat pullets for the chicken pie. Ury wuz down in the swamp gittinā some evergreens and holly berries to decorate with, and Philury dressinā the turkey and ducks in the back kitchen, when I heard a rap at the settinā room door and I wiped my hands on the roller towel and smoothed back my hair and went to the door.
And who do you spoze stood there? His eyes shininā brighter than the
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