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Highborn Manor

PARIAH

he was despised, and we esteemed him not

On the edge of town there stands an ostentatious relic of what in times past was the center of high society. Within this manor resides Duke Beauregard Beadle Esq Junior the third and his wife Duchess Hortense. Ah, I see their limousine pulling in the driveway now. Let's go see if we can meet the Beadles.

In today's episode we find Mrs Beadle standing at her parlor window observing the neighborhood. Listen:


"Come over here and look at this Beauregard. It's awful, just awful."

"What is it my Turtle Dove? What is it you find so awful?"

"It's them. They're at it again. Those Plebes, Lanslo and Honeysuckle. Honeysuckle. What a name. Her mother must have been scraping the bottom of the barrel when she named her daughter. Honeysuckle. Ridiculous. Just plain ridiculous."

"I don't see anything wrong my precious one. All I see is Lanslo sitting in a rocker whittling like he usually does. And I see Honeysuckle in the back yard hanging out her wash. Nothing unusual about that."

"That's just the point Beauregard. But there should be something different. Why don't you stop those bumpkins from making the view from my front window an eyesore? Just look at that, old rusty cars and junk piled up all over the place. And him, Lanslo, sitting there in his greasy undershirt whittling as if there was nothing better to do."

"I don't see anything wrong with Lanslo whittling. I would like to try a little whittling my self one day."

"Don't you dare to embarrass me that way Beauregard. I won't have the neighbors and the congregation of the church belittling us because you want to display a childish streak. You just mind your p's and q's and do what I tell you to do. Do you hear me Beauregard."

"Yes Lamby Pie. I hear you. No whittling. But still...."

"Doesn't that Plebe woman have a decent dress she can wear in public? All she ever wears is that yellow polka dot dress and that silly bonnet. She has some nerve being seen in silly rags like those. And the twins, running around half naked. Haven't they any shame?"

"They only have their shirt off dear. Besides, they're hardly more than babies. Grandparents are supposed to let children enjoy themselves in the sprinklers on a warm Summer day aren't they Lovey?"

"Not in my view they're not Beauregard. You have pull at city hall don't you? Why don't you get the mayor or the chief of police to do something about those Plebes? What an eye sore. Surely there are laws against such slovenliness as that down the street."

"There are Honeybun, but they live across the tracks. They don't live here in town so there's nothing the city can do about them. But really Pooky Bear, you have to stand with your nose on the window as you are now to even see them. Why don't you....?"

"Don't you 'why don't you' me Beauregard. I'm going to have something done about pariahs if I have to do it myself. Call the pastor. He's not doing anything. Maybe he can do something about those Plebes. After all, they're in his parish too. Call him and get him down here right away, and don't dillydally about it."


"That's right Pastor Leo, you can see for yourself that something must be done about those Plebes. They're not only an eyesore, but they're a health hazard as well. Go talk to them and tell them they have to clean up their place and change their ways or you'll have them excommunicated from the church."

"Now Mrs. Beadle, you know I can't do such a thing. That would be overstepping my boundaries by a long way. My job is to see to it that the Spiritual life of the congregation is improved. We aren't a cult where the church headship dictates every move a parishioner makes."

"Pastor Leo, need I remind you that it is my tithes that pays most of your wages? Why must you always stand in the way of what I know I must do to improve this church and this community? I ask you for one little favor, that's all, just one little favor, and you give me grief. Do I ever ask you for anything? Even though Lord knows I do enough for you and the church, do I ever ask a thing in return?"

"Well, I...."

"So, Pastor Leo, what is it going to be? Are you going to talk to those Plebe people or not? Answer me that."

"All right Mrs Beadle, I'll go talk to them. But first I must go back to sit with Mrs Wozinski whom I was with when you called. She's very ill and in the hospital and....."

"That can wait Pastor Leo. You do my bidding, then you can handle your trivial matters."



1My brethren, have not the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with respect of persons. 2For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment; 3And ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, Sit thou here in a good place; and say to the poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool: 4Are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil thoughts? 5Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him? 6But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats? 7Do not they blaspheme that worthy name by the which ye are called? (James 2)

1Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed? 2For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. 3He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. (Isaiah 53:)


 

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