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Each avowed the conviction that matters could be much better conducted without the other, and the militia, being prompt to act, sometimes took matters into their own hands, and brought on defeat and disgrace, as in the affair of "Stillman's Run." The feeling of contempt which the army officers entertained for the militia, extended itself to their subordinates and dependants.
"Did you know, Mr. Speaker," he said, "I am a military hero! In the days of the Black Hawk war I fought, bled, and came away. I was not at Stillman's defeat, but I was about as near it as General Cass was to Hull's surrender; and, like him, I saw the place very soon afterwards. It is quite certain I did not break my sword, for I had none to break, but I bent my musket pretty badly on one occasion.
Stillman's car, but we broke down and missed it.... I had to stay all night in Sausalito." Mrs. Robson, stirring faintly, attempted to speak. Claire turned helplessly to Mrs. Finnegan. "I can't make out what she is trying to say." Mrs. Finnegan bent an attentive ear. "It's about Stillman," she explained. "Your mother don't understand why...." The speaker stopped with significant discretion.
Iola took the letters, and, after reading one of them, said: "Miss Delany and Harry will be here on Wednesday; and this one is an invitation which also adds to my enjoyment." "What is it?" asked Marie; "an invitation to a hop or a german?" "No; but something which I value far more. We are all invited to Mr. Stillman's to a conversazione." "What is the object?"
Condor was giving a little musicale in Ned Stillman's apartments on the following Friday night, and, if one could believe such a thing, the lady implied that the evening would scarcely be complete without the presence of Claire Robson or, to put it more properly, Claire Robson and her mother. As Claire had scarcely said a half-dozen words to Mrs.
The accounts given by Major Stillman's troops for it is not ascertained that the commander published any official statement of the battle is in substance about the following. The force under Major Stillman, two hundred and seventy-five in number, on the afternoon of the fourteenth of May, met three Indians bearing a white flag, one of whom, after having been taken prisoner, was shot down.
They made changes, entered into bonds, drew lines, and settled into their ways. Life grew quickly with its strands woven tightly together into a weaving that would be hard to unloose. The mill managers made money. They saw to it that their mills buzzed away continually. They visited their homes regularly. Mr. Stillman's farm flourished. His apple trees were bearing.
The headline of one reads: "Britain pledges aid to Berlin against French aggression; France openly backs Poles." The headline of the second is "Mrs. Stillman's Other Love." Which you prefer is a matter of taste, but not entirely a matter of the editor's taste. It is a matter of his judgment as to what will absorb the half hour's attention a certain set of readers will give to his newspaper.
But in some way this girl's manner hurt her worst of all. She betrayed no sign, however, save a widening of the eyes and a certain fixity of smile as she answered: "I wish you would stay until you are rested, Miss " She paused with out-stretched hand. "Chester. My name is Helen Chester. I'm Judge Stillman's niece," hurried the other, in embarrassment.
The young man still carried the thick volume and, when he sat down, laid it upon a corner of Stillman's desk. Its back was turned toward Ashton-Kirk and he noted that it was a work on anatomy such as first-year medical students use. "What is your name, please?" asked the coroner. "Isidore Brolatsky," replied the young man. "You are, or were, employed by Mr. Hume?" "As a clerk, yes, sir.
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