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The College Equal Suffrage League of Massachusetts attained a membership of 320 this year and a suffrage club was formed at Radcliffe College. At the Massachusetts Institute of Technology any notices put up by the suffragists were at once torn down. The State annual convention was held in Boston October 22, 23, with the evening meeting in Tremont Temple, and Miss Blackwell was elected president.

"He ain't here," Blackwell called back to his accomplices. That brought Stone on the run. "You condemned idiot, he must be there. Ain't he had two hours to get here since he left Tin Cup?" They shouted themselves hoarse. They wandered up and down in a vain search. All the time Curly and his prisoner sat in the brush and scarcely batted an eye. At last Soapy gave up the hunt.

On the day prior to that set for the opening of the trial, among the numerous equipages drawn up at one of the piers, awaiting an incoming ocean-liner, was the Mainwaring carriage, containing, as usual, Ralph Mainwaring, Upham and Blackwell, and Mr. Whitney.

"Sure about that, Cass?" It was the first time for years that he had called the other by his first name except in irony. "Sure." "Let's have a look at the shoulder." After he had done what he could for it Luck spoke bluffly. "This dashed feud is off, Cass. You've wiped the slate clean. When you killed Blackwell you put me out of a hostile camp." "I'm glad so glad.

Blackwell cried out, hurriedly, eagerly. "Mister O'Connor!" Bucky's head reappeared. "What! Have you reduced me to the ranks already? I was looking to be a general by the time I got back," he complained whimsically. "I I'll tell you everything every last thing. Mr. Cullison he's aiming to kill me soon as you've gone." "I've got no time to fool away, Blackwell. I'm hungry.

Blackwell had no intention of going back into the fire zone and making sure. For his part he was satisfied. So he lied. "Yep. Blew the top of his head off." "Good," Soapy nodded. "That's a receipt in full for Mr. Luck Cullison." The wheels began to move. Soon they were hitting only the high spots. Curly guessed they must be doing close to sixty miles an hour.

As she left the room Mr. Lanley was saying: "Yes, I don't want to go to Blackwell's Island. Lovely spot, of course. My grandfather used to tell me he remembered it when the Blackwell family still lived there. But I shouldn't care to wear stripes except for the pleasure of telling Alberta about it. It would give her a year's occupation, her suffering over my disgrace, wouldn't it, Adelaide?"

She carried to the New York legislature early in 1867 her objections to the Fourteenth Amendment in a petition from the American Equal Rights Association, signed by Lucy Stone, Henry Blackwell, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and herself.

He had seen the "personal" warning in both the morning and the afternoon papers. He guessed that the presence of the ranger Bucky O'Connor in Saguache was not a chance. The law was closing in on him. Somehow Cullison must be made to come through with a relinquishment and a pledge not to prosecute. The only other way out would be to let Blackwell wreak his hate on the former sheriff.

The late MR. SAMUEL BLACKWELL, a highly respected citizen of Jersey city, opposite the city of New York, and a member of the Presbyterian church, visited many of the sugar plantations in Louisiana a few years since: and having for many years been the owner of an extensive sugar refinery in England, and subsequently in this country, he had not only every facility afforded him by the planters, for personal inspection of all parts of the process of sugar-making, but received from them the most unreserved communications, as to their management of their slaves.

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