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Jennison, the Kansas jayhawker leader, in one of his raids into Missouri, burned the houses of Younger and confiscated the horses in his livery stables. After that the boys of the family swore revenge.
He had returned to the church as he had returned to the Boosters' Club. He had even endured the lavish greeting which Sheldon Smeeth gave him. He was worried lest during his late discontent he had imperiled his salvation. He was not quite sure there was a Heaven to be attained, but Dr. John Jennison Drew said there was, and Babbitt was not going to take a chance.
It was Yearling Devine who sprang to obey this direction. Now Dick spoke, ever so quietly. "Mr. Kramer, I understood that you did me the honor to call me out." "Eh?" muttered that other yearling. "Oh, yes; so I did. Whenever you're ready, mister!" "If Mr. Edwards and Mr. Jennison are willing," returned the plebe coolly, "I'm ready as soon as Mr. Spurlock has been carried away." "Oho, mister!
I wanted all days to be Fourth of July, and for a while I made them so with a wooden gun, a General Washington paper chapeau and a tin pan for a brass band. At length the days gradually fell into their usual tenor and I became reconciled to such amusements and mischiefs as my two playmates, George Jennison and Harry Thurber, and myself could invent.
"The city has surrendered," said that officer. They counted on a burst of anger. Colfax only groaned. "Then you can afford to be generous," he said, with a bitter laugh. "But you haven't whipped us yet, by a good deal. Jennison," he cried, "Jennison, why in hell did you give up?" "Colfax," said Stephen, coming forward, "you're too sick a man to talk. I'll look up the General.
"This is too much, Jennison," came from the bed a voice that was pitifully weak; "why do you bring Yankees in here?" "Captain Brice is a friend of yours, Colfax," said the Colonel, tugging at his mustache. "Brice?" repeated Clarence, "Brice? Does he come from St. Louis?" "Do you come from St. Louis, sir?" "Yes. I have met Captain Colfax " "Colonel, sir." "Colonel Colfax, before the war!
It may be that I can have you sent North to-day." "You can do as you please," said Clarence, coldly, "with a prisoner." The blood rushed to Stephen's face. Bowing to the lady, he strode out of the room. Colonel Jennison, running after him, caught him in the street. "You're not offended, Brice?" he said.
"What are we going to do without our 'Jennie Wild'?" smilingly inquired Prof. Seabrook, as he laid a friendly hand on her curly black head. "I am afraid a good many tongues will trip a good many times before they get used to 'Miss Mildred Arnold Jennison."
The lady in her uneasiness smoothed the single sheen that covered the sick man. From afar came the sound of cheering, and it was this that seemed to rouse him. He faced them again, impatiently. "I have reason to remember Mr. Brice," he said steadily. And then, with some vehemence, "What is he doing in Vicksburg?" Stephen looked at Jennison, who winced.
He found himself holding his breath in order to be sure that the clamor of a coyote was not a cowboy signal of attack. There was something vastly convincing in Jake Pratt's quiet drawl as he set forth the cause for war. Early the next morning, Jennison, the leader of the settlers, came riding into the yard. He was tall, grim lipped and curt spoken.
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