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It was not until after a desperate resistance that he was finally taken, bound, put in a wagon and carried back to the village, where he was recognized as Major Warfield's man and a messenger was despatched for his master.
The shouts of the people on the little platform interrupted the account, and the engine staggered off with its load. "I reckon St. Louis is a nest of Southern Democrats," Mr. Lincoln remarked, "and not much opposition." "There are quite a few Old Line Whigs, sir," ventured Stephen, smiling. "Joe," said Mr. Lincoln, "did you ever hear Warfield's definition of an Old Line Whig?" Mr. Medill had not.
Lorraine was not susceptible to mere good looks, three years with the "movies" having disillusioned her quite thoroughly. Too many young men of Bob Warfield's general type had attempted to make love to her lightly and not too well for Lorraine to be greatly impressed.
And as Major Warfield's campaigning experience was very valuable here, it turned out that the Hurricane Hall tent was the largest and best on the camp ground. As soon as it was set up under the shade of a grove of oak trees a wagon from Hurricane Hall conveyed to the spot the simple and necessary furniture, cooking materials and provisions.
It had been arranged that all Major Warfield's family should go, though not all upon the same day. It was proposed that on Thursday, when the festival should be at its height, Major Warfield, Capitola and the house servants should go. And on Saturday Mrs. Condiment, Mr. Ezy and the farm servants should have a holiday for the same purpose.
I shot him!" "Miserable young woman, if this be proved true, I shall have to commit you!" "Just as you please," said Cap, "but bless your soul, that won't help Craven Le Noir a single bit!" As she spoke several persons entered the office in a state of high excitement all talking at once, saying: "That is the girl!" "Yes, that is her!" "She is Miss Black, old Warfield's niece."
Taking advantage of the time when she knew he would be absorbed in a game of chess with John Stone, and she should be safe from interruption for several hours if she wished, she went to Major Warfield's little armory in the closet adjoining his room, opened his pistol case and took from it a pair of revolvers, closed and locked the case, and withdrew and hid the key that they might not chance to be missed until she should have time to replace them.
It was not until after a desperate resistance that he was finally taken, bound, put in a wagon and carried back to the village, where he was recognized as Major Warfield's man and a messenger was despatched for his master.
And beyond that was the home of the Warfields, whose fortune came from great department stores, in which young girls worked for two dollars and a half a week, and eked out their existence by prostitution. And this was the summer that Warfield's youngest daughter was launched, and for her debutante dance they built a ballroom which cost thirty thousand dollars and was torn down the day afterwards!
"You're sure she isn't here?" Senator Warfield's voice held suspicion. "You can ask Jim, over here. He's been on hand right along. And if you can't take his word for it, you can go look in the shack but in that case Brit's liable to take a shot at yuh, Senator. He's on the warpath right, and he's got his gun right handy."
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