Perfection CityOrpen, Adela E. (Adela Elizabeth Richards)
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Perfection City
Orpen, Adela E. (Adela Elizabeth Richards)
Communal living -- Fiction; Kansas -- Fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“Jes’ so,” broke in Uncle David, apparently much pleased with this
answer. “I knew you wouldn’t. Nobody does.”
“Why did you call it such a name—such a horrid name—and if nobody likes
it, what is the use?”
“There now, that’s what they all say, until I talk to ’em,” said Uncle
David. “You see I gave the name to the place.”
“Oh, it was your choice!” said Olive.
“When we came here, Niece and I, there wasn’t no town nor nothing, it
was just open prairie. Ezry he come along too with us, and the
Carpenters, and Mrs. Ruby, and the Wrights.”
“You leave out Madame Morozoff-Smith,” interrupted Olive.
“I thought you knew. Why, Madame, she’s Niece. She ain’t my real niece,
she wasn’t born in my family, but she’s niece by adoption, and I hold
she’s more to me than half the nieces I ever seen. I ain’t cute like
most of the folks here, an’ there wasn’t no use in having me at
Perfection City. I can’t do nothing. I can’t compose papers like Brother
Wright. So I was studyin’ to see some way for me to come with ’em. It
would ha’ broke my heart to be left behind. Madame, she come to me, an’
says she: ‘You’ll be my uncle. I want an uncle very much, and I’ll love
you dearly.’ An’ so I was. I call it the greatest honour of my life when
Madame made me her uncle, and added my name to hers.” Uncle David
stooped and patted Diana’s head thoughtfully.
“When did you think of the name?” said Olive with a view to bringing him
back to the point.
“Yes, jes’ so, that’s ’xactly what I was comin’ to. You see, when Ezry
fust come here with us he wasn’t quite clear in his mind ’bout joinin’
in with us, leastways not to be one of the Community for his whole
mortal life. It’s a serious step to take, and he was a-doubtin’ in his
mind, leastways till Madame she talked to him for a spell. He wasn’t
sure fust if he’d got a call to community-life. He knowed it was the
best, of course, and the true life: he knowed all that right enough, but
he didn’t feel sure of himself as bein’ fit to found a city. It is a
most responsible thing to be a founder. ’Taint everybody as is fit for
it. Then Madame made it clear how she was a founder, an’ she is the most
wonderful woman ever lived in this world, an’ she showed Ezry how it was
his duty to help in this great work, an’ when he saw that clear he was
dreadful sot on it too. We was a-gettin’ our houses up as spry as ever
we could, and ole Wright he was a-buildin’ th’ Academy, then Ezry says:
‘What’s goin’ to be our name?’ It was jes’ called Weddell’s Gully,
’cause we bought from a man o’ that name. So Ezry said: ‘Let’s call it
something to signify our principles,’ and one person said one name and
one said another, then Wright said ‘Let’s call it Teleiopolis.’”
“Oh, that sounds very pretty,” exclaimed Olive. “Why didn’t you?”
“Wal, now, I said that’s very pretty, jes’ the same as you did. What
does it mean, do you know?”
“No, I don’t know. I suppose it is Greek for something.”
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