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And all because every instinct of honor and justice forbade her betraying a class-mate, even though she entertained for her little less than contempt. And the effect of Miss Woodhull's act was very much as though a man had deliberately walked up to Admiral Seldon, accused him of lying and slapped his face.
Nevertheless, that was precisely the situation, and Miss Stetson and Miss Bayliss were Miss Woodhull's mirrors. Sally soon found Mrs. Bonnell and together they hurried up stairs. But Mrs. Bonnell was no more successful in getting a response to her calls than the girls had been. "Sally, can you climb?" she asked. "Yes, Mrs. Bonnell," answered Sally wholly bewildered.
Bonnell looked to the refreshments, everything was satisfactory excepting Miss Woodhull's veto upon "the absurd practices of Hallowe'en:" meaning the love tests of fate and fortune usually made that night. Those were debarred, though many a one was indulged in in secret of which that practical lady little kenned.
He dropped his hat to the ground, caught off one wet glove, and with a long back-handed sweep struck the cuff of it full and hard across Sam Woodhull's face. There were dragoon revolvers in the holsters at Woodhull's saddle.
He was fully armed, and so were all the seconds. For Woodhull showed the Kentuckian, Kelsey, young Jed Wingate the latter by Woodhull's own urgent request and the other train captain, Hall. So in its way the personal quarrel of these two hotheads did in a way involve the entire train. "Strip yore man," commanded the tall mountaineer. "We're ready.
Some o' us called a halt an' stood out fer a council. We want you to come on up. "Woodhull's there," he added. "He sides with the old man, o' course. He rid on the same seat with that gal all day till now. Lord knows what he done or said. Ain't hit nigh about time now, Major?" "It's nigh about time," said Will Banion quietly.
Thar they air ten men, an' the rest's gone. Woodhull's wagons, but he ain't thar. Wagons burned, mules standing with arrers in them, rest all dead but a few. Hit's the Pawnees!" The column leaders all galloped forward, seeing first what later most of the entire train saw the abominable phenomena of Indian warfare on the Plains.
From sheer force of habit she had switched off the lights in the gym as she hurried from it, a key happening to be at the side of the door through which she led her brood. That the tail-end of the crowd might have stumbled over something was a trifling consideration. Beverly's quick wits which had grasped many details of Miss Woodhull's idiosyncrasies, had taken in this one.
Victoria was in dire need of defenders, for the press was venomous, goading her on to revenge. Susan, now traveling westward, lecturing in one state after another, thinking of ways to interest the people in woman suffrage, was too busy and too far away to follow Victoria Woodhull's court battles. Mrs. Stanton met Susan in Chicago late in May 1871, to join her on a lecture tour of the far West.
"Do-ee see the tracks? Here's Greenwood come in. Yan's where Woodhull's wagons left the road. Below that, one side, is the tracks o' Banion's mules." "I wonder," he added, "why thar hain't ary letter left fer none o' us here at the forks o' the road." He did not know that, left in a tin at the foot of the board sign certain days earlier, there had rested a letter addressed to Miss Molly Wingate.
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