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There was a fellow, Stillings, whom Alwyn had introduced and whom she had heard of. Now he was a politician but nothing else. She dismissed him. Of course, there was the older set of office-holders and rounders. But she was determined to pick a new man. He was worth trying, at any rate; she knew none other with the same build, the brains, the gifts, the adorable youth. Very good.
It was characteristic of Cresswell that the smaller matter of Stillings' intrigue should interest him more than Todd's measure, of which he knew nothing. "What is Todd's bill?" asked Harry Cresswell, darkening. Smith, surprised, got out a copy and explained. Cresswell interrupted before he was half through. "Don't you see," he said angrily, "that that will ruin our plans for the Cotton Combine?"
Stillings, as she brought out some specimens of her work. Mrs. Vanderpool was both ashamed and grateful. With money and leisure Mrs. Stillings had been able to get in New York and Boston the training she had been denied in Washington on account of her color. The things she exhibited really had merit and one curiously original group appealed to Mrs. Vanderpool tremendously.
Teerswell sat down limply. "I see," he groaned. "It's all up. She's jilted me and I and I " "I don't see as it's all up yet," Stillings tried to reassure him. "But didn't you say they were engaged?" "I think they are; but well, you know Carrie Wynn better than I do: suppose, now suppose he should lose the appointment?" "But you say that's sure." "Unless something turns up."
When the volunteer engineer and Captain Stillings, who was playing conductor, went to the office for orders, they found the place deserted. A sullen-looking crowd was looking on and appeared to enjoy the discomfiture of the soldiers. They had put the operator away for a while.
The discussion thus begun at Miss Wynn's did not end there. It was on the eve of the great party conventions, and the next night Sam Stillings came around to get some crumbs from this assembly of the inner circle, into which Alwyn had been so unaccountably snatched, and outside of which, despite his endeavors, Stillings lingered and seemed destined to linger.
But without an operator orders could not be procured, and without orders the train could not go. Captain Stillings was in a quandary, but all at once he stepped out in front of his company and said in a loud tone, "I want an operator." "I'm one, sir," said Private O'Brien, quickly stepping forward and saluting. "Go in that office and get orders for this train."
Just then a furious woman came around the corner, rushed up to me and struck me a fearful blow in the eye, then ran to her husband, Stillings, and in a frantic manner said: "I have done what you asked me, now let us go home." I stopped speaking long enough to go into a meat shop and have a piece of fresh meat bound on my eye, which was already very dark and painful.
"But what do Teerswell and Stillings want?" "They want Bles Alwyn to make a fool of himself." "That is a trifle cryptic," Miss Wynn mused. The Senator amplified. "We are giving the South the Washington schools and killing the Education Bill in return for this support of some of our measures and their assent to Alwyn's appointment. You see I speak frankly." "I can stand it, Senator."
"Did you know that he is to be invited to make the principal address to the graduates of the colored high-school?" "But," she objected. "They have selected Bishop Johnson; I " "I know you did," laughed the Senator, "but the Judge got orders from higher up." "Shrewd Mr. Teerswell," remarked Miss Wynn, sagely. "Shrewd Mr. Stillings," the Senator corrected; "but perhaps too shrewd. Suppose Mr.
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