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He put it in a pocket of his coat and through the afternoon he waited, outwardly quiet and composed, for the appointed hour when single-handed he would defend his honor and his brother's against the unequal odds of a brace of bullies, both of them quick on the trigger, both smart and clever in the handling of weapons. But if Stackpole told no one, someone else told someone.
Two hours later Ben stood in front of the large dry-goods jobbing house of Stackpole & Rogers, in White Street. He ascended the staircase to the second floor, which was very spacious and filled with goods in great variety. "Where is the department of prints?" he inquired of a young man near the door. He was speedily directed and went over at once. He showed the salesman in charge a letter from Mr.
"Somebody says," observed Thorn, "that 'under a despotism all are contented because none can get on, and in a republic none are contented because all can get on." "Precisely," said Mr. Stackpole. "That might do very well if the world were in a state of perfection," said Fleda. "As it is, commend me to discontent and getting on.
One rendition had it that the firm of Stackpole Brothers sued the two Tatums Harve and Jess for an account long overdue, and won judgment in the courts, but won with it the murderous enmity of the defendant pair.
Cowperwood," began Stackpole, "in this bag I have fifteen thousand shares of American Match, par value one million five hundred thousand dollars, market value three million three hundred thousand at this moment, and worth every cent of three hundred dollars a share and more. I don't know how closely you have been following the developments of American Match.
She thinks it's immoral that I should marry her brother; but, after all, that isn't immoral enough. And she'll never understand my mixture never!" "She's not so intelligent as her brother then," said Isabel. "He appears to have understood." "Oh no, he hasn't!" cried Miss Stackpole with decision.
There was Major Burnley, who lived for years and years in the same house with the wife with whom he had quarreled and never spoke a word to her or she to him. But the list is overlong for calling. With us, in that day and time, town characters abounded freely. But Mr. Dudley Stackpole was more than a town character.
Now the younger Stackpole was known for a law-abiding and a well-disposed man, which reputation stood him in stead subsequently; but also he was no coward. He might crave peace, but he would not flee from trouble moving toward him. He would not advance a step to meet it, neither would he give back a step to avoid it.
He took a resolve after this not to misinterpret her words even when Miss Stackpole appeared to strike the personal note most strongly. He bethought himself that persons, in her view, were simple and homogeneous organisms, and that he, for his own part, was too perverted a representative of the nature of man to have a right to deal with her in strict reciprocity.
Stackpole, not heeding her, "there's your treatment of the aborigines of this country what do you call that, for a free people?" "A powder magazine, communicating with a great one of your own somewhere else; so if you are a good subject, sir, you will not carry a lighted candle into it." "One of our own where?" said he.
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