Perfection CityOrpen, Adela E. (Adela Elizabeth Richards)
General
Perfection City
Orpen, Adela E. (Adela Elizabeth Richards)
Communal living -- Fiction; Kansas -- Fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“It seems to me,” said Brother Green, speaking with great deliberation,
“that our principles were formed and adopted because we thought them
right. I don’t see in what we should differ from anybody else if we took
to the usual prairie arms the moment we felt the shoe pinch! If
non-resistance is right, it should be practised against horse-thieves;
if it is wrong, then we should be prepared to shoot the thieves of other
men’s horses. There is no middle course. The throwing away of our
settled convictions just because our horse has been stolen is not
consistent.”
“I’ll vote for non-resistance and the maintenance of our principles,”
said Mary Winkle severely, “and I further think that what is decided by
the majority in this meeting should bind all the members.”
She fixed her eye upon Wright with meaning.
“It is a most difficult juncture,” remarked Madame. “I wish much we had
the help of Brother Ezra’s wisdom to guide us.”
“Yes,” said Uncle David cordially, “an’ sister Olive too.”
“I do not see how Sister Olive can have any experience that would enable
her to give good advice on this subject,” said Madame acidly.
“Oh, Sister Olive has consider’ble ’cuteness,” remarked Uncle David.
“Now you’d be ’stonished to hear the wise things she says, an’ she as
purty as a kitten or a rose all the while.”
“Then I guess we’ll just do nothing at all? Is that the decision of this
Assembly?” asked Brother Wright abruptly.
“There is great force in passive resistance,” said Brother Carpenter, a
boneless individual who counted for little either for work in the
fields, or for advice in the councils, of Perfection City. “Where
passive resistance has been applied by large numbers and for a long time
it has effected great changes,” he observed conversationally.
“I think principles are principles,” said Brother Green, “and may not be
lightly set aside.”
“Well, I guess I’ll go home then, since nothing is going to be done,”
said Brother Wright angrily, “and I’ll try and keep hold of the last
horse, else that thief will come and take him too, when he finds what
fools he’s got to deal with.”
The Assembly broke up, having decided nothing at all, and having only
succeeded in embittering the feelings of several persons, and in
widening the chasm of differences which had revealed itself in the
course of the debate, a result that has often followed the meeting of
larger and more notorious Assemblies.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account