Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician — John Shaqi
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a PoliticianHolley, Marietta
Religion
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician
Holley, Marietta
Methodist Church (U.S.) -- Fiction; Temperance and religion -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Fiction
But, oh! all the time I wus a gettin' it, this solemn and awful question
wus a hantin' me,--What had become of Elburtus Smith Gansey? What had
become of the relation on my side? Oh, the feelin's I felt! Oh, the
emotions I carried round with me, from buttery to teakettle, and from
teapot to table!
But finally, after eatin' longer than it seemed to me he ever eat before
(such wus my feelin's), Josiah started off acrost the lot, towards
Daggets'es barn. And I stood in the west door, with my hand over my
eyes, a watchin' him most every minute he wus gone. And when that man
come back, he come a laughin'. And I wus that madded, to have him look
in that sort of a scorfin' way, that I wouldn't say a word to him; and
he come into the house a laughin', and sot down and crossed his legs a
laughin', and says he,--
“What do you s'pose has become of the relation on your side?” And says
he, snickerin' agin,--
“You wus in the right on it, Samantha,--he did asscend: he went up!” And
agin he snickered loud. And says I coldly, cold as ice almost,--
“If I wuzn't a perfect luny, or idiot, I'd talk as if I knew sunthin'.
You know I said that, as one who allegores. If you have found Elburtus
Gansey, I'd say so, and done with it.”
“Wall,” says he, “you _wuz_ in the right of it, and that is what tickles
me. He got locked up in Dagget's barn. He asscended, jest as I told you.
He went up the ladder over the hay, to throw down fodder, and got locked
up _axidental_.” And, as he said “axidental,” he snickered worse than
ever.
And I says, “It is a mean, miserable, good for nothin', low-lived
caper! And Philander Dagget done it a purpose to keep Elburtus from the
town-meetin', so his wive's brother would get the election. And, if
I wus Elburtus Gansey, I'd sue him, and serve a summons on him, and
prosicute him.”
“Why,” says Josiah, in the same hilarious axent, and the same scorfin'
look onto him, “Philander says he never felt so worked up about any
thing in his life, as he did when he unlocked the barn-door to-night,
and found Elburtus there. He said he felt as if he should sink, for
he wus so afraid that some evil-minded person might say he done it a
purpose. And he said what made him feel the worst about it wuz to think
that he should have shut him up axidental when he wus a helpin' so
good.”
Says I, “The mean, impudent creeter! As good as Elburtus wuz!”
“Wall,” says Josiah, “you know what I told you,--there is such a thing
as bein' _too_ good.”
I wouldn't multiply no more words on the subject, I wus that wrought up
and excited and mad; and I wouldn't give in a mite to Josiah Allen, and
wouldn't want it repeated now so he could hear it, but I do s'pose that
wus the great trouble with Elburtus,--he wus a leetle _too_ good.
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