Priscilla and Charybdis: A Story of AlternativesMoore, Frank Frankfort
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Priscilla and Charybdis: A Story of Alternatives
Moore, Frank Frankfort
Fiction
Now there was in Framsby a population of some 9,000 who belonged to
none of the recognized sets, and who had never so much as heard of
the existence of these sets; these are the people who matter in
every community, not the retired civil servants, not the retired
undistinguished officers of Sappers or the A.S.C.; and these were the
people who felt that something should be done to show how proud Framsby
was of having given Nuttingford a member and of having given that member
a wife who had her portrait looking the whole world in the face out of
the pages of the illustrated papers. These are not the people who hire
halls and elect a chairman and pass resolutions to the accompaniment of
long, commonplace speeches. But they get there all the same, and they
got there when they felt that they should do something to show their
admiration for Mr. Wingfield and his wife.
What they perceived they could do in this way was to meet the train by
which the pair whom they desired to honour would arrive at Framsby, and,
removing the horses from their carriage (they had found that the motor
was not to be used), harness themselves to the vehicle and drag it
through the streets and along the road to the Manor. From the steps of
the porch the new member of Parliament would address them, and possibly
his wife would follow him; they would all cheer and sing that about
the jolly good fellow, and then the final and most important act of
appreciation would take place: the health of the young couple would be
drunk by the crowd at the young couple’s expense. Moreover, a little
reflection was sufficient to convince the good people that the occasion
represented what was known as a double event: the celebration was
not only of the home-coming of Mr. and Mrs. Wingfield, after their
honeymoon; it was also the celebration of the splendid and successful
election contest in which they had both been so actively engaged.
The good people pulled themselves together. They felt that it could
be done. They felt themselves quite equal to doing the honours of the
double event, and no one who knew them would have ventured to suggest
that the confidence which they had in their own powers was misplaced.
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