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"Oh, he has won, he has won!" cried the girl in the big hat, springing up on a chair in ecstasy. "No; it 's the blue by a neck," said her father. "I congratulate you, Snowden. But that 's a great horse. It 's well that it was not a furlong farther." "I think so," said the owner of the winner, hurrying away. "They have cheated him. I am sure he won," asserted the young lady.
In England we have seen too often that the same kind of influences can silence a radical by inviting him to the king's garden party or allowing him to shake hands with a lord. I do not believe we have anything to learn from these countries except what to avoid." J. R. MacDonald, "Socialism and Society," p. 60. Philip Snowden, "A Socialist Budget." Speech in Carnegie Hall, New York, Jan. 13, 1909.
We neared a small but deep creek the rebels had crossed, and trying to get across, we were scattered along the bank. I heard a shot, and as I turned I saw poor Snowden fall, first on his knee and then on his elbow. I called the Chaplain.
"Wait a moment, Mr. Snowden. We might as well understand each other at the beginning." The car manager's words seemed to stick in his throat. He gazed at the slender young fellow before him in amazement. Mr. Snowden was unused to having a man in his employ talk back to him, and for the moment it looked as though trouble were brewing in the stateroom of Car Number Three. "Say it!" he exploded.
These women also aroused, and men, too, have furnished the huge audiences which have everywhere greeted such speakers as Mrs. Pankhurst and Mrs. Philip Snowden, when in person they have presented the mighty story of the transatlantic struggle.
The same dreary little cart for "city deliveries" stood before the door, but the thin horse drooped disconsolately between the shafts, as if he too knew that he was not there for long. Horatio was not in the office. Snowden stood beside the bookkeeper, looking over a ledger. As Milly opened the door both he and the bookkeeper looked up.
Members became aware of a "seagreen incorruptible," as Colonel Marlow put it to me, speaking on the Address, a slender twisted figure supporting itself on a stick and speaking with a fire that was altogether revolutionary. This was Philip Snowden, the member for Blackburn. They had come in nearly forty strong altogether, and with an air of presently meaning to come in much stronger.
Snowden had been so anxious to please the Liberal government, that they had risked even these moderate reforms, which were favored by many anti-Socialistic Radicals.
"Why do you do this thing, Mr. Snowden? Why do you want to ruin my father your old friend?" "Guess you don't understand he's pretty nearly ruined me!" Snowden emitted with a snort. "Yes, I understand," Milly replied glibly. "Business had been very bad. My friends tell me all business has been dreadful since the Fair everybody feels poor. But why make things worse?
Milly's cheeks glowed, and her eyes danced. She was afraid that he might turn back at the end of the drive. But he kept on into a region that was almost country. Snowden talked in nervous sentences about the horse, then about Horatio, who, he said, was doing finely in the business. "He'll get on," he said, and Milly felt that Mr. Snowden was the family's good genius.
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