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The problem of providing for refugees was bravely faced by an army of workers, many of whom came from neighboring cities equipped with car loads and train loads of food. "We can't tell how much we need," said John M. Patterson "and we don't know yet in just what shape we want some of the supplies. For instance, there came a carload of flour.

Patterson with glasses and a studious manner, who knew George Hanbury at Harvard. The other guests were a florid Miss Chamberlin, whose person loudly proclaimed possessions, and a thin Miss Longman, who rented one of the Silverdale cottages and sketched. Honora was seeing life. She sent her love to Peter, and begged him to write to her.

Patterson, the representative of the Farmers' Harvester Company. The three spent a half day together going carefully over their full line of farm implements, selecting from the list such new machines as they felt were best suited to their requirements.

Accordingly forty men turned out under Captain Robert Patterson. They were given ammunition, as well as two pack-horses, by the Commissary Department. Every man was entitled to pay for the time he was out. Whether he would ever get it was problematical; at the best it was certain to be given him in worthless paper-money.

Patterson struck up a leveled pistol in the master's hand just as it exploded. From the moment of their landing they had not exchanged a word. Jeremy was surprised to find himself at present bound toward the other's house.

The yeas and nays were ordered, and the vote was: Yeas Anthony, Bayard, Buckalew, Davis, Dixon, Doolittle, Fessenden, Fowler, Grimes, Henderson, Hendricks, Johnson, McCreery, Patterson of Tennessee, Ross, Saulsbury, Sherman, Sprague, Trumbull, Van Winkle, Vickers, and Willey 22 11 Republicans and 11 Democrats. Nays Cameron, Cattell, Chandler, Cole. Conness.

The voice sounded stern but really its undertone was anxiety. Pat did not speak. He scrambled to his feet and descended the stairs. With set mouth and downcast eyes, he stood before his father. "Did I not tell you to go to your room, Pat?" "Yes, father." Pat paused in the doorway. "I want to know where Anne is," he said. "Patrick!" Mr. Patterson spoke sternly now.

Ef you rather have the chance of getting the rest in cash, you'll let up on her." "You don't suppose," returned Mrs. Patterson contemptuously, "that she's got anything but what that man of hers Poindexter lets her have?"

The night passed without alarm. An attack in force was expected in the morning, but it did not come. McDowell, amazingly enough, still rested confident that Patterson had detained Johnston in the valley. Possessed by this belief he was now engaged in a "reconnoissance by stealth," his object being to discover a road whereby to cross Bull Run above the Stone Bridge and turn Beauregard's left.

Dear little Anne! What a jolly playmate she was, brave, good-tempered, affectionate! and what a generous little soul! How she always insisted on dividing her fruit and candies with him when he devoured his share first. An hour passed. Mr. Patterson came up-stairs, went from his room into Pat's, and then walked down the hall. "Pat!" he called. "Patrick!"