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Chapter 7 CALLERS

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wenty times was Miss Crane on the point of requesting Mrs. Brice to leave, and twenty times, by the advice of Mrs. Abner Deed, she desisted. The culmination came when the news leaked out

ch heroes is made

a, "wasn't that meal a fearful experience? Let's find a hovel, m

r of reforming an Institution, my

e tried to think it over calmly since, and I can see nothing else to have done." He paused in his pacing up and down,

ed impetuous," replied his moth

not said one word about the money. Neith

e," he said; "you haven't scolded me for tha

he sight of the gratitude of that poor creature, Nancy. I shall never forget the old woman's joy at the

that the lace of it was fr

a knock at

rice, hastily putting

e threshold, and o

Lawd bless you, lady, an' Mist

l, N

into the room.

es

' low Hester an' m

glad to, Nancy. Bu

nd relapsed into awkward sile

, Na

you' close, an' mend 'em-you dunno how happy you

resistible. Mrs. Brice ro

ck them, Nanc

e off her black bonnet and shawl! "Whaff

ely, and tears came to her eyes again at the tho

s. "No'm, she ain' tired. She des kinder

the appearance of Mis

yme, in the parlo

g does not tally with the limpness of their grasp. He was attempting, when Stephen appeared, to get a little heat into his hands by rubbing them, as a man who kindles a stick of wood for a visitor. The gentleman had

t your father. But when I heard of the sad circumstances of his death, I felt as if I had lost a personal friend. His probity, sir, and his religi

was su

he, "Mr. Atterb

to some men, sir, nor the West, for that matter. They never change. Atterbury nearly took me in his arms. 'My dear fellow,' he cried, 'how long are you to be

But Mr. Cluyme was evide

come to supper. We live very plainly, sir, very simply. I am afraid that you will miss the luxury of the East, and some of the refinement, Stephen. I hope I may call you so, my boy. We have a few cult

at my mother will go

ion, you understand. Boston, Stephen, I have always looked upon as the centre of the universe. Our universe, I mean. America for Americans is a motto of mine. Oh, no," he added quic

Abolitionist, sir,"

quite right,"

e here, that I have not some sympath

on the windows and then out of the open door into the hall. For a spac

you must learn to temper yourself to the tone of the place which you have made your home. St. Louis is full of excellent people, but they are not precisely Abolitionists. We are

, "Judge Whipple does not seem

a fanatic, sir,"

ess opens to fight with Stephens and Toombs and Davis. But what good does it do him? He might have been in the Senate

ed a familiar voice, and in stalked none other than Judge Whipple himself. Without noticing the other occupants of the pa

id, "what have you d

ghtened in a dream. Her husband grasped the curved back of his

. Whipple?"

dam," was

believe, unpacking my t

nation. Then Mrs. Cluyme sat down again, rather h

who are well born and whose manner was so self-contained. To speak truth, the Judge was prepared to dislike her. He had never laid eyes upon her, and as he walked hither from his house he seemed to foresee a helpl

said,-"do you know

ferociously at Mr. Cluyme, and took the han

s so fond of him. She thinks there is no one equal to Mr. Whipple. Jud

"I think I like Edith be

still greatly flustered, and curiosity about the matter of the slave burned upon her face. Neither the Judge nor Mrs. Br

d of the horsehair sofa, "I'll warrant when you left Boston that you

said Mrs. Brice. "It i

o much for

"You own a slave? You, a mere

" the Judge put in, severely. "I am goin

ooking at Mr. Whipple as though he expected him to touch a

ch I have considered a clog to your career. They did you honor, sir, but they were Quixotic. I, sir, am for saving our glo

e was as yet too stunned to speak. Only St

o," he added reflectively, "when you and I met in the Planters' House, and you declared that

uyme's wife alone kne

d yet I was for the Omnibus Bill, and I am with Mr. Douglas in his local sovereignty. I a

t Mr. Cluyme. Many a criminal had grovelled before that finger. "I, too, am for the Union. And the Union will never be saf

. Cluyme

not understand you to appro

, madam." But to Mrs. Brice he crossed over and took her hand.

shall call again to pay my resp

ume

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Contents

Chapter 1 WHICH DEALS WITH ORIGINS Chapter 2 THE MOLE Chapter 3 THE UNATTAINABLE SIMPLICITY Chapter 4 BLACK CATTLE Chapter 5 THE FIRST SPARK PASSES Chapter 6 SILAS WHIPPLE Chapter 7 CALLERS Chapter 8 BELLEGARDE Chapter 9 A QUIET SUNDAY IN LOCUST STREET Chapter 10 THE LITTLE HOUSE Chapter 11 THE INVITATION
Chapter 12 "MISS JINNY"
Chapter 13 RAW MATERIAL
Chapter 14 ABRAHAM LINCOLN
Chapter 15 IN WHICH STEPHEN LEARNS SOMETHING
Chapter 16 THE QUESTION
Chapter 17 THE CRISIS
Chapter 18 GLENCOE
Chapter 19 AN EXCURSION
Chapter 20 THE COLONEL IS WARNED
Chapter 21 SIGNS OF THE TIMES
Chapter 22 RICHTER'S SCAR
Chapter 23 HOW A PRINCE CAME
Chapter 24 INTO WHICH A POTENTATE COMES
Chapter 25 AT MR. BRINSMADE'S GATE
Chapter 26 THE BREACH BECOMES TOO WIDE ABRAHAM LINCOLN!
Chapter 27 MUTTERINGS
Chapter 28 THE GUNS OF SUMTER
Chapter 29 CAMP JACKSON
Chapter 30 THE STONE THAT IS REJECTED
Chapter 31 THE TENTH OF MAY
Chapter 32 IN THE ARSENAL
Chapter 33 THE STAMPEDE
Chapter 34 THE STRAINING OF ANOTHER FRIENDSHIP
Chapter 35 INTRODUCING A CAPITALIST
Chapter 36 NEWS FROM CLARENCE
Chapter 37 THE SCOURGE OF WAR
Chapter 38 THE LIST OF SIXTY
Chapter 39 THE AUCTION
Chapter 40 ELIPHALET PLAYS HIS TRUMPS
Chapter 41 WITH THE ARMIES OF THE WEST
Chapter 42 A STRANGE MEETING
Chapter 43 BELLEGARDE ONCE MORE
Chapter 44 IN JUDGE WHIPPLE'S OFFICE
Chapter 45 LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT
Chapter 46 THE LAST CARD
Chapter 47 FROM THE LETTERS OF MAJOR STEPHEN BRICE
Chapter 48 THE SAME, CONTINUED
Chapter 49 MAN OF SORROW
Chapter 50 ANNAPOLIS
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