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"I send you an extract from a letter that I have just received, which you may use ad libitum. The letter is from Rev. Wm. A. Chapin, Greensborough, Vermont. To one who is acquainted with Mr. C. his opinion and statements must carry conviction even to the most obstinate and incredulous.
Chapin, "published annually great masses of similar statistics, which, while often very inaccurate, must have cost far more trouble to accumulate, seeing that they involved an unwelcome inquisition into the affairs of private persons instead of a mere collection of reports from the books of different departments of one great business.
Chapin an indefatigable assistant. He was ever ready with suggestion, active aid, and money, laboring day and night, either at the front, in the hospitals, or at home, in behalf of the soldier. The Cleveland Library Association was another field in which Mr. Chapin's energy and business tact were manifested.
In the heavy forest that then masked the crossroads and formed the western border of the plain, Miles met Augur moving into position; Dudley, on the right of the road that leads from Plains Store to Port Hudson, supporting Holcomb's guns, and Chapin on the left supporting Rawles's guns. For about an hour the artillery fire was brisk.
Chapin, "are able, in general, to get food enough to keep body and soul together, and clothing and shelter enough to meet the most urgent demands of decency." Regarding incomes below $900, he says, "Whether an income between $800 and $900 can be made to suffice is a question to which our data do not warrant a dogmatic answer."
Chapin turned his attention to the question of insurance. It was a favorite maxim with him that the West was able to do its own insurance, and with this idea ever present, he was favorable to the establishment of home insurance companies. Of the Sun Fire Insurance Company, of Cleveland, he was for some years the vice-president, and labored earnestly for its success.
He dusted his boots with his sombrero and cleared his throat. "'Evening, Miss Jean. Is Mr. Chapin around?" "I think you'll find him down by the spring-house. Can I do anything for you?" "Nope!" Stover sighed heavily, and got his frame gradually into motion again. "You're not looking well, Stover. Are you ill?" inquired Miss Chapin.
"But he'll be here in a day or so." Speed felt as if a very large man were choking him; he decided his collar was too tight. "Oh, I've talked it all over with Jean. She doesn't want Culver to run, anyhow." "Why not?" inquired he, suspiciously. "I don't know, I'm sure." "If Miss Chapin doesn't want Culver to run, you surely wouldn't want me to." "Not at all. If Mr.
I went home that evening much pleased. In the morning, at breakfast, I received a brief note from Chapin in these words: "It was nine last evening when you finished speaking of what Kelly had done, and when I said that I would take care of him. At ten last night Kelly died."
Speed borrowed five hundred dollars from me, and said he might want more," Chapin volunteered. "Is that all?" "All?" jeered Still Bill. "Why, this mangy layout ain't never saw that much money," upon which Gallagher carelessly displayed a corpulent roll of bills, remarking: "Count a thousand, Bill. It all goes on Skinner."
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