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At a regular meeting of the board of mayor and council of the city of Vicksburg, held at the City Hall, on Monday, August 7, 1865: Present T.J. Randolph, mayor; Messrs. Stites, Royall, Johnson, Bender, Spengler, Manlove, and Porterfield, councilmen. Mr. Stites introduced the following ordinance, which was read; and, on motion of Mr.
Porterfield a nice person? I ventured to subjoin. 'Oh, it doesn't make any difference. She rested her eyes on me a moment through her veil, the texture of which gave them a suffused prettiness. 'Do you know him very well? she asked. 'Mr. Porterfield? 'No, Mr. Nettlepoint. 'Ah, very little. He's a good deal younger than I.
"He'd look queer if he knew." "Well, I guess he'll know," said Mrs. Gotch. "She'd tell him herself she wouldn't be afraid," the gentleman went on. "Well she might as well kill him. He'll jump overboard," Mrs. Peck could foretell. "Jump overboard?" cried Mrs. Gotch as if she hoped then that Mr. Porterfield would be told. "He has just been waiting for this for long, long years," said Mrs. Peck.
What corrected it less, I must add, was an odd recollection which gathered vividness as I listened to it a mental association evoked by the name of Mr. Porterfield. Surely I had a personal impression, over- smeared and confused, of the gentleman who was waiting at Liverpool, or who presently would be, for Mrs. Nettlepoint's protegee.
There was brisk, bustling Bundleton the grocer in a green necktie, white waistcoat, and checked trousers, arm and arm with his thin wife in black silk and mitts; there was Heffern the dairyman in funeral black, relieved by a brown tie, and his daughter, in variegated muslin, accompanied by two young men whom neither Kling nor Felix nor the Gossburger had ever heard of or seen before, but who were heartily welcomed; there were fat Porterfield the butcher in his every-day clothes, minus his apron, with his two girls, aged ten and fourteen, their hair in pigtails tied with blue ribbons; there were Mr. and Mrs.
There is a moment in the history of the heart's suffering, when the smallest utterance of the lips, or movement of the form, or expression of the eye, is prompted by some prevailing policy some motive which the excited sensibilities deem of importance to their desires. She retired soon. Her departure was followed by that of Edgerton first, and next of Wharton. Mrs. Porterfield had already gone.
After an instant she went on: "He wouldn't have stuck so to his profession. You can't make much by it." I sought to attenuate her rather odd maidenly grimness. "It depends on what you call much." "It doesn't make you rich." "Oh of course you've got to practise it and to practise it long." "Yes so Mr. Porterfield says."
You probably can recall a little of what I wrote you at the time how we were boarding with his niece in her splendid home when he came to visit her. I remember so well the day he arrived. He knew, of course, that an army officer was in the house, and Mrs. Porterfield had told us of his coming, so the meeting was not unexpected.
I made no reply I scarcely knew what reply to make and the girl went on: "I know what she thinks and I know what she says." Still I was silent, but the next moment I saw my discretion had been wasted, for Miss Mavis put to me straight: "Does she make out that she knows Mr. Porterfield?" "No, she only claims she knows a lady who knows him." "Yes, that's it Mrs. Jeremie. Mrs. Jeremie's an idiot!"
Bender, the rules were suspended, the ordinance read a second time; and, on motion of Mr. Manlove, the rules were again suspended, the ordinance read a third time by its title, and passed. Mr. Johnson called for the ayes and noes on the passage of the ordinance, which were taken: Ayes Stites, Royall, Bender, Spengler, Manlove, and Porterfield 6. Nay Johnson 1.
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