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Lifting his head from his desk, he wearily turned to his mail. In the pile of letters he came across one from Earl Bluefield which ran as follows: MY DEAR ENSAL: There is great need of you in America at this hour, and a golden opportunity for winning an enduring place in the history of the world awaits you.
Such were the awful words addressed to Earl Bluefield by the physician in charge of the sanitarium when Earl called to learn of him his opinion concerning Eunice's case. Earl walked forth from the sanitarium and journeyed hurriedly to the southern border of the city.
When the houses of the city were well at his back and he had an unobstructed view to the south, he paused and, holding his right hand aloft, he said: "Hear, O spirit world, if such there be, that, in the days to come, you may witness how faithfully Earl Bluefield, Humanity's Ishmaelite, kept his word.
Postponing His Shout of Triumph. With ceaseless, tireless energy Earl Bluefield went everywhere in the North during the campaign that followed, assailing the political power in control of the South. The heat of his heart warmed his words and his eloquence thrilled the nation.
A sober look was in Ensal's eye and some kind of a mad gallop was in his heart. There was more than soberness in the blue eyes of Earl Bluefield, Ensal's companion. When Ensal looked around at his friend he was astonished at the terribly bitter look on his face.
This much accomplished, Ensal started in the direction of the Crump's to apprise Tiara of the arrangements. "Why so much haste?" Ensal turned and looked into the face of his friend, Earl Bluefield. "Was I walking fast?" asked Ensal. "Fast!" exclaimed Earl.
Ensal Ellwood and Earl Bluefield boarded a street car, while the Negro girl who had occupied the coach with them, not knowing anything about the city, went in the direction of the clamoring hackmen, hoping that some one of them might tell her where she could find proper entertainment for the night.
With an anxious heart Earl watched the forming of the lines of the campaign. Men in all parts of the country, whose only hope of success lay in obtaining the political power in the hands of the radicals, besought them to forego making the Negro question an issue, but they were deaf to all appeals. The convention dominated by the radicals met, and John Blue, alias Earl Bluefield, was there.
The blood of Earl Bluefield and his followers shed upon the hill crowning Almaville will serve as an exclamation point to what you have said in that paper," was Earl's comment. Earl now arose to go. Ensal stood up facing him. "Ensal, clasp my hand in farewell," said Earl feelingly.
In a room of a hotel in the city in which the sanitarium having charge of Eunice was located, Earl Bluefield sat upon a sofa, his hands, with the fingers tightly interlaced, resting between his knees, his head and shoulders bent forward. The intense, haggard look upon his face told plainly of the painful meditation in which he was engaged.
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