Around the World with Josiah Allen's WifeHolley, Marietta
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Around the World with Josiah Allen's Wife
Holley, Marietta
Women travelers -- Fiction
Well, the time come when we wuz obleeged to leave Manila. Robert
Strong, for Dorothy's sake as well as his own, left detectives to help
on the search for the lost ones, and left word how to communicate with
him at any time. Waitstill Webb, bein' consulted with, promised to do
all in her power to help find them, but she didn't act half so shocked
and horrified as I spozed she would, not half so much as Arvilly did.
She forgot her canvassin' and wep' and cried for three or four days
most all the time, and went round huntin', actin' more'n half crazy,
her feelin's wuz such. But I spoze the reason Waitstill acted so calm
wuz that such things wuz so common in her experience. She had
knowledge of the deadly saloon and its twin licensed horror, dretful
things was occurring all the time, she said.
The detectives also seemed to regard it as nothing out of the common,
and as to the saloon-keeper, so much worse things wuz happenin' all
the time in his profession, so much worse crimes, that he and his rich
pardner, the American Govermunt, sees goin' on all the time in their
countless places of bizness, murders, suicides, etc., that they
evidently seemed to consider this a very commonplace affair; and so of
the other house kep' by the two pardners, the brazen-faced old hag and
Christian America, there, too, so many more terrible things wuz
occurrin' all the time that this wuz a very tame thing to talk about.
But to us who loved her, to us whose hearts wuz wrung thinkin' of her,
mournin' for her, cryin' on our pillers, seekin' with agonized,
hopeless eyes for our dear one, we kep' on searchin' day and night,
hopin' aginst hope till the last minute of our stay there. And the
moon and stars of the tropics looked in night after night to the room
where the old father lay at death's door, mourning for his beautiful
innocent daughter who wuz lost--lost.
But the hour come for us to go and we went, and right by us, day or
night, in sun or shade, from that hour on a black shadder walked by
the side on us in place of the dimpled, merry face of the little maid.
We didn't forgit her in the highest places or the lowest. And after
days and days had passed I felt guilty, and as if I hadn't ort to be
happy, and no knowin' where she'd drifted to in the cruel under world,
and wuz like sea-weed driftin' in the ocean current. And when we wuz
out evenin's, no matter where I wuz, I watched the faces of every
painted, gaudy dressed creeter I see, flittin' down cross streets,
hoping and dreading to see Aronette's little form. Arvilly and Miss
Meechim openly and loudly, and Dorothy's pale face and sorrowful eyes,
told the story that they too wuz on the watch and would always be. But
never did we catch a glimpse of her! never, never.
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