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And why are we spending our time and money on you?" Mr. Lincoln laid his hand on Medill's sleeve. "Joe," said he, "a rat in the larder is easier to catch than a rat that has the run of the cellar. You know, where to set your trap in the larder. I'll tell you why I'm in this campaign: to catch Douglas now, and keep him out of the White House in 1860. To save this country of ours, Joe. She's sick."
Lincoln seemed to feel Medill's objections, as by mental telepathy. But he said: "We'll come to that little matter later, Joe, when the cars start." Naturally, Stephen began uneasily. But under the influence of that kindly eye he thawed, and forgot himself. He felt that this man was not one to feign an interest.
Lincoln seemed to feel Medill's objections, as by mental telepathy. But he said: "We'll come to that little matter later, Joe, when the cars start." Naturally, Stephen began uneasily. But under the influence of that kindly eye he thawed, and forgot himself. He felt that this man was not one to feign an interest.
And why are we spending our time and money on you?" Mr. Lincoln laid his hand on Medill's sleeve. "Joe," said he, "a rat in the larder is easier to catch than a rat that has the run of the cellar. You know, where to set your trap in the larder. I'll tell you why I'm in this campaign: to catch Douglas now, and keep him out of the White House in 1860. To save this country of ours, Joe. She's sick."
"I've taken a shine to this Bostonian, Joe," said Mr Lincoln to Mr. Medill. "We've got to catch 'em young to do anything with 'em, you know. Now, Steve, just give me a notion how politics are over in St. Louis. What do they think of our new Republican party? Too bran new for old St. Louis, eh?" Stephen saw expostulation in Mr. Medill's eyes, and hesitated. And Mr.
"I've taken a shine to this Bostonian, Joe," said Mr Lincoln to Mr. Medill. "We've got to catch 'em young to do anything with 'em, you know. Now, Steve, just give me a notion how politics are over in St. Louis. What do they think of our new Republican party? Too bran new for old St. Louis, eh?" Stephen saw expostulation in Mr. Medill's eyes, and hesitated. And Mr.
Parkhurst in the capacity of back part of a camel. Having rung off, or rather having been rung off on, Perry sat down on a three-legged stool to think it over. He named over to himself those friends on whom he might call, and then his mind paused as Betty Medill's name hazily and sorrowfully occurred to him. He had a sentimental thought. He would ask her.
Medill's name, that this is the genuine; the other is not told in the Western vernacular of Mr. The second inauguration day was amid the usual March weather in the District of Columbia, like the fickle April in unkinder latitudes: smile and scowl. But as the President kissed the book there was a sudden parting of the clouds, and a sunburst broke in all its splendor.
Lincoln seemed to feel Medill's objections, as by mental telepathy. But he said: "We'll come to that little matter later, Joe, when the cars start." Naturally, Stephen began uneasily. But under the influence of that kindly eye he thawed, and forgot himself. He felt that this man was not one to feign an interest.
And why are we spending our time and money on you?" Mr. Lincoln laid his hand on Medill's sleeve. "Joe," said he, "a rat in the larder is easier to catch than a rat that has the run of the cellar. You know, where to set your trap in the larder. I'll tell you why I'm in this campaign: to catch Douglas now, and keep him out of the White House in 1860. To save this country of ours, Joe. She's sick."
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