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"Well, I'm tickled to death to think I got my little stake out before anything happened." "When you think of it-what security did he ever give?" McIlvaine continued. "Not a cent-not a red cent." "No, sir; we simply banked on him. Now, he's a good fellow, an' this may be a joke o' Link's; but the fact is, it might 'a' happened. Well, sonny?" he said to the boy, who came running up.

Were these two old women the beginning of the deluge? Would McPhail insist on being paid also? There was just one hundred dollars left in the bank, together with a little silver. With rare strategy he smiled. "Certainly, Mrs. McIlvaine. How much will you need?" She had intended to demand the whole of her deposit-one hundred and seventeen dollars-but his readiness mollified her a little.

A number of bridges in the county have been swept away, and the loss in the county exclusive of the city is estimated at $100,000. In attempting to catch some driftwood James McIlvaine lost his balance and fell into the raging current and was drowned. Seven bodies have been taken from the water and débris on the river banks at New Florence.

McIlvaine opened the door and looked out. "Mac, Mrs. Sanford wants to say something-if it's safe." "Safe as eatin' dinner." Mrs. Sanford came out, looking pale and almost like a child as she stood beside her defender's towering bulk. But her face was resolute. "That money will be paid back," she said, "dollar for dollar, if you'll just give us a chance.

"We've got to leave, Nell," he admitted at last. "Why? What for?" "Because I'm busted-broke-gone up the spout-and all the rest!" he said desperately, with an attempt at fun. "Mrs. Bingham and Mrs. McIlvaine have busted me-dead." "Why-why-what has become of the money-all the money the people have put in there?" "Gone up with the rest." "What 've you done with it? I don't-"

Sprigg's, Lincoln had as mess-mates several Congressmen: A.R. McIlvaine, James Pollock, John Strohm, and John Blanchard, all of Pennsylvania, Patrick Tompkins of Mississippi, Joshua R. Giddings of Ohio, and Elisha Embree of Indiana. Among his neighbors in messes on Capitol Hill were Andrew Johnson of Tennessee, Alexander H. Stephens of Georgia, and Jefferson Davis of Mississippi.

the autumn sun burned the frost off the bushes, had he gathered hazelnuts here with his boy and girl friends-Hugh and Shelley McTurg, Rome Sawyer, Orrin McIlvaine, and the rest! What had become of them all? How he had forgotten them! This thought stopped him again, and he fell into a deep muse, leaning against an oak tree and gazing into the vast fleckless space above.

They stood before the window in a row and read the notice. McIlvaine gesticulated with his cigar. "Gentlemen, there's a pig loose here." "One o' Link's jokes, I reckon." "But that's Sanford's writin'. An' here it is nine o'clock, and no one round. I don't like the looks of it, myself."

Stanley felt perfectly at home among these "dissenters" and asked me to give the company some account of a remarkable discourse, which, he was told, Bishop McIlvaine, of Ohio, had recently delivered in my Lafayette Presbyterian Church, Brooklyn, on "Christian Unity."

"Can't say. Where's Jim?" "That's it! Where is he?" "Best way to find out is to send a boy up to the house." He called a boy and sent him scurrying up the street. The crowd now grew sober and discussed possibilities. "If that's true, it's the worst crack on the head I ever had," said McIlvaine. "Seventeen hundred dollars is my pile in there." He took a seat on the windowsill.