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In time, of course, the surveillance would cease but he could not wait. That was the monumental irony of it the factor that, all unknown to Kline, was forcing the issue hard now. It was his move.
A kind of fatality seems to have attended this party." The doctor gave a little shiver, which was observed by Doctor Kline. "Not a nervous chill?" said the latter, manifesting concern. "No; a moral chill, if I may use such a term," replied Doctor Hillhouse "a shudder at the thought of what might have been as one of the consequences of Mr. Birtwell's liberal dispensation of wine."
It touched, in the most vital part, my scheme of gain; and the shrinking bubble burst. "Have the goods sold to that new customer from Alton been delivered?" I asked, as the real interest of my wasted day loomed up into sudden importance. "Yes, sir," was answered by one of my clerks; "they were sent to Kline & Co.'s immediately. Mr.
Kline forthwith, by telegraph." And I did so. After about ten days he accepted it and sent me a pass for home and the amount due me, which was sixty-five dollars. On my arrival home a stormy scene ensued. My mother said it was just like me to leave a sure thing and traffic around over the country, with no future prospects whatever. Mr.
"And I," he added, before Doctor Kline could respond "I went to the party also, and the sparkle and flavor of wine and spirit of conviviality that pervaded the company lured me also not weak like Archie, nor with a shattered self-control like Mr. Ridley to drink far beyond the bounds of prudence, as my nervous condition to-day too surely indicates.
One day I wanted to be extra operator, and another day I would insist upon being placed in the train dispatcher's office, and again thought I would like the general freight office, either of which was considered a fine position. Finally the secretary asked, one day, how I would like to have Mr. Kline resign in my favor. I told him I would like it first-rate if the salary was sufficient.
True, he could change now to Jimmie Dale, but he would have to change back again and return to the Sanctuary before morning, as Larry the Bat and remain there until Kline, beaten, called off his human bloodhounds. No, a change was not to be thought of.
The Salvation Army may be well pleased that it is so well represented in the Army as it is by Chaplain Kline. Sincerely yours, July 11, 1918.
Kline, Jr., General Superintendent of Telegraph, and made application for an office. He sent me to Whiting, Indiana, sixteen miles from Chicago, with instructions to take charge of the night office, at a salary of forty dollars per month. On arriving there I found only a small station, and one family, with whom I was to take board, and who were living in an old abandoned water-tank.
On his way to the rear, Kline discovered a Spanish sharpshooter in a tree and shot at him. The Spaniard fell dead, and Kline picked up a silver-mounted revolver, which fell from the man's clothes, as a souvenir, which he highly prizes. Several of the Spanish sharpshooters had picked up cast-off clothing of the American soldiers, and wore them while they were at their deadly work.
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