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The performance seemed to afford Aiken much amusement. "Isn't that right?" I asked. "Yes," he said, "but the joke is that you won't be able to tell which is the government soldier and which is the revolutionist, and you'll give the wrong answer, and we'll both get shot." "I can tell by our uniform," I answered. "Uniform!" exclaimed Aiken, and burst into the most uproarious laughter.
"No," Aiken answered, with a laugh. "He's an Irish-Frenchman and belongs to a dozen countries. He's fought for every flag that floats, and he's no better off to-day than when he began." He turned toward me and stared with an amused and tolerant grin. "He's a bit like you," he said.
Incredible as it seemed, difficult as it was to believe such baseness, I felt convinced that Aiken spoke the truth. The thought sickened me, but I stepped over to Laguerre and saluted. "I can assemble the men in half an hour," I said. "We can reach the base of the rock an hour later." "But if it should not be true," Laguerre protested. "The insult to Heinze " "Heinze!"
I will give these men a hearing after roll-call. In the meantime if they are spies, they have seen too much. Place them under guard; and if they try to escape, shoot them." I gave a short laugh and turned to Aiken. "That's the first intelligent military order I've heard yet," I said. Aiken scowled at me fearfully, and Reeder and Heinze gasped.
Dollie Gustaffson, Miss Avis Mathison, Mrs. Peter Aiken, Mrs. Annie Pomeroy, Mrs. Rebecca Wade, F. G. Crosby, and Mrs. Hannah Crosby. The fact that these citizens, and a number of other women who were mentioned in the testimony, attended the I. W. W. meetings quite regularly, impressed the jury favorably. Some of these women witnesses had been roughly handled by the deputies. Mrs.
"Then you don't think Fiske came down here about this?" I asked. "About this?" repeated Aiken, in a tone of such contempt that I disliked him intensely. For the last half hour Aiken had been jumping unfeelingly on all my ideals and illusions. "No," he went on. "He came here on his yacht on a pleasure trip around the West India Islands, and he rode in from here to look over the Copan Silver Mines.
Either I'll go to Paris and be useful, or I'll begin a new life with the girl I love who loves me." Late in February Harry Colemain joined me at Palm Beach. He had wintered at Aiken, and I had all the Aiken news from him. The place had never been so full people who usually went abroad, etc., etc. some delightful new people, about all the old standbys. It was not a sporting winter.
I was glad to find that I could take what Aiken said of me as lightly as did the others. Since the fight his power to annoy me had passed. I knew better than anyone else that at one time during the morning I had been in a very tight place, but I had stuck to it and won out.
"Don't I?" she said slowly. "Why else would I lie awake to hear Mr. Fulton go swimming? Why else would I be wanting to go with the Red Cross to the front where the bullets are?" "But you told me in Aiken that you that you despised me." "It would be a poor love," she said, "that couldn't live down a little contempt that had jealousy for its father and mother."
But we should have John's word for it that he is not going to play fair, before we take any drastic step." The Fultons left Aiken, and after what seemed to me a decent delay of a few days, I followed them to New York. John seemed further than ever from coming to a decision, so Lucy thought. But she evinced a more patient spirit.
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