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Leola's repetwar likewise includes 'Catherine the Queen before her Judges, 'Quality of Mercy is not Strained, 'Death of Little Nell, 'Death of Paul Dombey, 'Death of the Old Year, 'Burial of Sir John Moore, and other standard gems suitable for ladies." "Leola," said her mother, "recite 'When the British Warrior Queen' to the gentleman."
I preferred Guy's choice the story of that blue-jay who dropped nuts through the hole in a roof, expecting to fill it, and his friends came to look on and discovered the hole went into the entire house. It is better even than "The Jumping Frog" better than anything, I think and young Guy told it well. But Leola brought a potent rival on the tearful side of things.
They all brightened up and came round me. "Heard my boy speak?" inquired one. "Reub Gadsden's his name." I told him I had heard no speaker thus far; and I mentioned Leola and Guy. "Hope the boy'll give us 'The Jumping Frog' again," said one. "I near bust." "What's the heifer speakin' this trip?" another inquired. "Huh! Her!" said a third.
"Then I should have thought Leola " I began. "Not the sex of the speaker. It's the listeners. Now you take women. Women generally prefer something that will give them a good cry. We men want to laugh mostly." "Yes," said I; "I would rather laugh myself, I think." "You'd know you'd rather if you had to live in Sharon.
"Well, if it's anything like that frog business, I don't want to." And the lady would leave me. "Guy tells me you are helping him so kindly," said Mrs. Jeffries. "Oh yes, I'm severe," I answered, brightly. "I let nothing pass. I only wish I was as careful with Leola. But as soon as she begins 'Paul had never risen from his little bed, I just lose myself listening to her."
"But cannot we help you get it out?" said I, with a zealous wish for peace. "You are very accommodating, sir," said Mrs. Mattern. "One of the prize-awarding committee," said Stuart. "An elegant judge of oratory. Has decided many contests at Concord, the home of Emerson." "Concord, New Hampshire," I corrected; but neither lady heard me. "How splendid for Leola!" cried Mrs. Mattern, instantly.
I could not hear them, but in a minute, or perhaps two, we grew calm, and the speaking continued. There was no question what they thought of Guy and Leola. He conquered the back of the room. They called his name, they blessed him with endearing audible oaths, and even the ladies smiled at his pleasant, honest face the ladies, except Mrs. Mattern. She sat near Mrs.
"No, momma, please not," said Leola, and her voice made me look at her; something of appeal sounded in it. "Leola is that young you must excuse her," said her mother and I thought the girl winced. "Come away, Guy," suddenly snapped little Mrs. Jeffries. "We are wasting the gentleman's time. You are no infant prodigy, and we have no pictures of your calves to show him in the papers."
It cost the railroads slathers of money, but they were acting on principle, and they won. Underwood, Leola, Menden, Avoca, Walnut, Marno, Atlantic, Wyoto, Anita, Adair, Adam, Casey, Stuart, Dexter, Carlham, De Soto, Van Meter, Booneville, Commerce, Valley Junction how the names of the towns come back to me as I con the map and trace our route through the fat Iowa country!
What the literary committee might have done I do not know, for we had not the time even to resign. Guy and Leola now appeared, bearing the prize between them a picture of Washington handing the Bible out of clouds to Abraham Lincoln and very immediately I found myself part of a procession. Men and women we were, marching about Sharon.
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