Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #37

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #37

…I do not want my son courting a slave owner’s daughter…

“I find that man more repulsive every time I have to see him!” Harsh words from Phoebe Love, a Godly woman with a good and quiet spirit.

“Maybe that punch is doing his talking,” suggests Martha, “we may have put in too much of the ‘recipe’.”

“Pardon me, no, Mrs. Ferrell, but a man who still keeps slaves garners no sympathy from me.”

Most anyone can tell you that when you want to Martha Ferrell’s lamp lit bring up the subject of slavery. A visitor to their Hillside Estate once made the mistake of referring to her servants as slaves. ‘I beg your pardon, but our people are paid employees and are free to leave any time they choose, though none have. And furthermore we have people of all colors come to our farm and our store seeking work nearly every day, but we cannot hire them all. We keep them on a list and if a position becomes available, the most qualified person gets the job.’ You’ve been warned about getting her started on the subject of slave versus servant. This has been a condensed version on that theme. 

Martha maintains her relative decorum, the time and place not synchronized to withstand her usual ardor, merely stating, “I am going to ask that lout to leave!” decorum with an edge.

“You cannot un-invite people, dear,” insists her husband.

“And I do not want my son courting a slave owner’s daughter!”

“You cannot undo the affairs of the heart,” he reasons.

“I will be his undoing, mark my word!” The flushness of her face is masked by her overly rouged cheeks.

Herbert Love takes the flustered Ferrell aside to confide and comfort her. “You can be assured that there are many folks of like-mind with you.”   

“But I…”

“…of like mind with you, with the will and the power to do something about it.”

      “Are you from that vigilante gang about which I have heard and if so, can I join you?”

“Vigilante is a harsh term, Mrs. Ferrell, but we will be in touch with you. I would keep the night of 4 October and the following morning free.”

Masked by the merriment, secrets, whispers and strategies are discussed as “The Band Played On”.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #36

…The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick…

The curious collection of Southerners continues to mingle.

But just when the hooch is taken off the front burner, on hops the inimitable Jefferson Smythwick. “I hear tell that your son is courting my daughter, Ferrell. Are his intentions to ask her hand in marriage?” jaw dropping

Surely in these modern times, the contemporary world has passed the poor man by. His direct line of questioning, amidst a crowd of mixed company, surprises some, confounding the rest.

“We have had the privilege of meeting your charming daughter this very night, Mister Smythwick and I must say that our son James is quite taken by her charms. Marriage however, is not a logical option at this time.” John speaks for his drop-jawed spouse.

“Perchance I am not expressing myself properly.” He clears his throat and mind. “Marriage may be jumping the gun, but questioning his intentions in advance is not.”

“James aspires to be a lawyer,” Martha explains, “and additional family obligations would interfere with them.”        

“I know he wants to be one of those shyster lawyers. I just want to know that my Abigail will be taken care of if’n she turns up lookin’ like a rain barrel.”

All this acumen sprouts from one goblet of Grandma’s punch… with oodles of tact to boot.

There may as well been a skunk loose in the ballroom, for all the polite exits to points elsewhere.

“The orchestra is playing “The Band Played On”, Master Mister Smythwick,” a Freudian-slip before its time, “it is our prompt to begin the drawing for the name of the grand prize winner.” John is ad-libbing his way out of an uncomfortable occurrence. “We will see you later, perhaps to award you with that holiday in Puerto Rico,” a Spanish held island with more strife than you can cut with a knife.

The old man scuffles off saying, “Why would I go where there are more savages than on my plantation.”

To be in the same room, let alone within five feet of Jefferson Smythwick is first degree torture for the Loves. It is not hatred of the man, as it is severe distaste for what he stands for.

“I find that man more repulsive every time I have to see him!” Harsh words from Phoebe Love, a Godly woman with a good and quiet spirit.


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Episode #36


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