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The army of Van Dorn and Price had been brought from the trans-Mississippi Department to the east of the river, and was collected at and about Holly Springs, where, reenforced by Armstrong's and Forrests cavalry, it amounted to about forty thousand brave and hardy soldiers.

"The farm will bring that much more than I owe Anderson." "You'll give up the farm?" exclaimed Olsen. "Yes. I'll square myself." "Dorn, we won't take that money," said the farmer, deliberately. "You'll have to take it. I'll send you a check soon perhaps to-morrow." "Give up your land!" repeated Olsen. "Why, that's unheard of! Land in your family so many years!... What will you do?"

Have Morgan and Houston give him all help they can spare, but not to interfere with work. Blaisdell." Houston read the message carefully, then said to Haight, who stood awaiting his reply: "I knew nothing of their having made any definite arrangement. I remember hearing Van Dorn say something to Mr.

"We've been separated almost three months," he thought, looking out of the train window. "I'll see her soon." There were four men in the smoking-compartment. They were discussing the end of the war. Dorn listened inattentively. He was remembering another ride to Rachel. Looking out of a train window as now. Whirling through space.

As the girl passed him, he perceived a strong odor of violet from her dainty attire, and it directly, although he was unaware of the connection, caused him to remember the episode of his discovering the two women, Mrs. Van Dorn and Mrs. Lee, spying out the secrets in his house. That same odor had smote his nostrils when he entered the door.

More than lover and husband, he was an obsession. He had replaced a world for her. It was of his wife that Dorn was thinking when he arrived this summer morning at his desk in the editorial room. He had remembered suddenly that the day was the anniversary of their marriage. Time had passed rapidly. Seven years! Like seven yesterdays.

"Yes the police are on guard to protect fraud and to drive us away from the polls. And the courts are open but not for us." David was gentle with her. "I know how sincere you are, Selma," said he. "No doubt you believe those things. Perhaps Dorn believes them, also from repeating them so often. But all the same I'm sorry to hear you say them." He tried to look at her.

"Poor child, poor child!" the Baron whispered. He caressed her head gently. "We will not wake her up. But eat and leave her food. Do you mind if we go out for a while? It is still early and it will be hard to sleep to-night. I know a café where we can sit quietly and drink wine, perhaps with cookies." Their eating finished, Dorn accompanied his friend into the street.

Busy men pausing to look at him with suddenly lighted faces. "Well, Mr. Dorn, greetings! How are ye? You're looking fine...." His world. It was the same, only now he was conscious of it. Before he had sat in its midst unaware of more than a detail here, a gesture there. Now he seemed to be looking down from an airplane a strange bird's-eye view of things un-strange. He returned to his desk.

"But they all belong to the I.W.W.," protested Kurt. "And what's that?" In scarcely subdued wrath Kurt described in detail, and to the best of his knowledge, what the I.W.W. was, and he ended by declaring the organization treacherous to the United States. "How's that?" asked old Dorn, gruffly.