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But we mean this, and proclaim the fact in the face of every foe, that upon the death of that lamented statesman and patriot, Stephen A. Douglas, the Woods and McMasters of New York, the Seymours of Connecticut, the Vallandighams and Pendletons of Ohio, the Voorhees and Dodds of Indiana, the Judds and Greens of Illinois, and others of like ilk in other States, obtained the chieftainship of the party and inveigled its too pliable ranks into the prostituting embrace of this foul conspiracy, to overthrow the government and crown with success the cause of the confederate arms.

He refilled his plate with fresh snow and held it out for a second helping of syrup. McMasters filled it good-naturedly. But when the plates were extended the fourth and fifth time the Scotchman demurred. "It is no stuff to make a meal of, Mr. Bob," protested he. "And at ten o'clock in the morning, too. I'll give you no more. It is too sweet.

This picture of Pete Balliet standing on the end of a bench, while Jack McMasters massages an injured knee may recall to many a football player the day when the trainer was his best friend. From his wonderful physique it is easy to believe that Balliet must have been the great center-rush whom the heroes of years ago tell about.

He had gone from Andover to Harvard and had played on the Harvard team the year before, and had decided to leave Harvard and enter Princeton. There were Lew Palmer, Bummie Booth, Arthur Poe, Bert Wheeler, Eddie Burke and many others whom I grew to know well later on. Trainer Jack McMasters was on the job and put us through some very severe preliminary training.

"Bein' as I ain't no enlisted man, an' this yere is my hoss, 'Brick' Hamlin don't start on no such ride on that lame brute o' McMasters'. Here, you 'Brick, take this critter. Oh, shut up! I'll git to Dodge all right. Won't hurt me none to walk." The eyes of the two men met understandingly, and Hamlin took the rein in his hand. Gaskins started to speak, but thought better of it.

He had seen this same Peter handle a shot-gun: you'd think the little devil had been born with a gun in his fist! He had a thumb-nail vision of Mrs. McMasters collecting his life-insurance getting new clothes, and the piano she had been plaguing him for, too, and her mother always in the house with her. He turned purple. "You why, you beggarly whelp! You you damned Champneys!" he roared.

The thing to do is to sell that place for what it'll fetch, sock the money in bank for you, and it'll be there with interest when you've grown up and aim to start in business for yourself. Yes, sir. That's my idea." "Mr. McMasters," said Peter, evenly, "I want you to know one thing sure and certain.

The vigorous programme, prepared, especially for me, convinced me that McMasters and the coaches had decided that my 224 pounds were too much weight. Jack and I used to meet at the field house four mornings each week. He would array me in thick woolen things, and top them off with a couple of sweaters, so that I felt as big as a house.

Judge Grier, with full knowledge of this fact, had prostituted law for the benefit of the thieves. Nothing more was heard of a libel suit. Two years after, James McMasters was sued for harboring a fugitive; was to be tried before Grier, and spoke to his lawyer about summoning the editor of the Visiter. The attorney exclaimed: "Oh bring her, by all means!

Upon the same morning tide there was at this very moment just setting aloft her sails for the first high airs of dawn the ship of McMasters, the Polly Perkins, bound for the port of Brest. She came down scarce a half-dozen cable lengths behind the craft which bore the fugitives now beginning their journey toward another land.