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Waring's Peril - Chapter 11 Waring's Peril - Chapter 11

Waring's Peril - Chapter 11
CHAPTER XIThe sunshine of an exquisite April morning was shimmering over the Louisiana lowlands as Battery "X" was "hitching in," and Mrs. Cram's pretty pony-phaeton came flashing through the garrison gate and reined up in front of the guns. A proud and happy woman was Mrs. Cram, and daintily she gathered the spotless, cream-colored reins and slanted her long English driving-whip at the exact angle prescribed by the vogue of the day. By her side, reclining luxuriously on his pillows, was Sam Waring, now senior first lieutenant of the battery, taking his first airing since his strange illness. Pallid and thin... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2078

Waring's Peril - Chapter 10 Waring's Peril - Chapter 10

Waring's Peril - Chapter 10
CHAPTER XLieutenant Reynolds was seated at his desk at department head-quarters about nine o'clock that morning when an orderly in light-battery dress dismounted at the banquette and came up the stairs three at a jump. "Captain Cram's compliments, sir, and this is immediate," he reported, as he held forth a note. Reynolds tore it open, read it hastily through, then said, "Go and fetch me a cab quick as you can," and disappeared in the general's room. Half an hour later he was spinning down the levee towards the French Market, and before ten o'clock was seated in the captain's cabin... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2674

Waring's Peril - Chapter 9 Waring's Peril - Chapter 9

Waring's Peril - Chapter 9
CHAPTER IXThat night, or very early next morning, there was pandemonium at the barracks. It was clear, still, beautiful. A soft April wind was drifting up from the lower coast, laden with the perfume of sweet olive and orange blossoms. Mrs. Cram, with one or two lady friends and a party of officers, had been chatting in low tone upon their gallery until after eleven, but elsewhere about the moonlit quadrangle all was silence when the second relief was posted. Far at the rear of the walled enclosure , in deference to the manners and customs of war as observed in... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2685

Waring's Peril - Chapter 8 Waring's Peril - Chapter 8

Waring's Peril - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIWhen four days and nights had passed away without a word or sign from Waring, the garrison had come to the conclusion that those officers or men of Battery "X" who still believed him innocent were idiots. So did the civil authorities; but those were days when the authorities of Louisiana commanded less respect from its educated people than did even the military. The police force, like the State, was undergoing a process called reconstruction, which might have been impressive in theory, but was ridiculous in practice. A reward had been offered by business associates of the deceased for the... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 402

Waring's Peril - Chapter 7 Waring's Peril - Chapter 7

Waring's Peril - Chapter 7
CHAPTER VIIForty-eight hours had passed, and not a trace had been found of Lieutenant Waring. The civil officers of the law had held grave converse with the seniors on duty at the barracks, and Cram's face was lined with anxiety and trouble. The formal inquest was held as the flood subsided, and the evidence of the post surgeon was most important. About the throat of the murdered man were indubitable marks of violence. The skin was torn as by finger-nails, the flesh bruised and discolored as by fiercely-grasping fingers. But death, said the doctor, was caused by the single stab. Driven... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2424

Waring's Peril - Chapter 6 Waring's Peril - Chapter 6

Waring's Peril - Chapter 6
CHAPTER VIAnd all day long the storm beat upon the substantial buildings of the old barracks and flooded the low ground about the sheds and stables. Drills for the infantry were necessarily suspended, several sentries, even, being taken off their posts. The men clustered in the squad-rooms and listened with more or less credulity to the theories and confirmatory statements of fact as related by the imaginative or loquacious of their number. The majority of the officers gathered under the flaring lamp-lights at the sutler's store and occupied themselves pretty much as did their inferiors in grade, though poker and punch--specialties... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1618

Waring's Peril - Chapter 5 Waring's Peril - Chapter 5

Waring's Peril - Chapter 5
CHAPTER VAll that day the storm raged in fury; the levee road was blocked in places by the boughs torn from overhanging trees, and here, there, and everywhere turned into a quagmire by the torrents that could find no adequate egress to the northward swamps. For over a mile above the barracks it looked like one vast canal, and by nine o'clock it was utterly impassable. No cars were running on the dilapidated road to the "half-way house," whatever they might be doing beyond. There was only one means of communication between the garrison and the town, and that, on horseback... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 555

Waring's Peril - Chapter 4 Waring's Peril - Chapter 4

Waring's Peril - Chapter 4
CHAPTER IVWhen Jeffers came driving into barracks on his return from town, his first care, as became the trained groom, was for his horses, and he was rubbing them down and bedding their stalls for the night when the sergeant of the battery guard, lantern in hand, appeared at the door. It was not yet tattoo, but by this time the darkness was intense, the heavens were hid, and the wind was moaning about the stables and gun-shed and whistling away over the dismal expanse of flat, wet, ditch-tangled fields towards the swamp. But the cockney's spirits were blithe as the... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1227

Waring's Peril - Chapter 1 Waring's Peril - Chapter 1

Waring's Peril - Chapter 1
CHAPTER I"Ananias!" "Ye-as, suh?" "What time is it?" "Gyahd-mountin' done gone, suh." "The devil it has! What do you mean, sir, by allowing me to sleep on in this shameless and unconscionable manner, when an indulgent government is suffering for my services? What sort of day is it, sir?" "Beautiful day, Mr. Waring." "Then go at once to Mr. Larkin and tell him he can't wear his new silk hat this morning,--I want it, and you fetch it. Don't allow him to ring in the old one on you. Tell him I mean the new 'spring style' he just brought from... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1060

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 18 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 18

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 18
CHAPTER XVIIIMeantime the little blind god was working a combination of his own. One stinging wintry evening, when the wind was whistling from the northwest and a cold wave of most approved and vicious pattern had swooped down on Chicago, when the pavements were coated with ice and the populace with extra garments, and the visible features of pedestrians were unbecomingly red, a tall, soldierly-looking man, garbed in furs, was patrolling an up-town street and keeping anxious watch across the way. He had not promised not to look at her, at all events, and the thought of the fragile form he... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2192

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 17 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 17

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 17
CHAPTER XVIIThe regulars were gradually withdrawn from the Garden City, as old-timers loved to call Chicago, and Kenyon with his sturdy battalion was among the first to be restored to his own station. The crusty veteran left the home of his boyhood to resume duty at his proper post, and left with feelings somewhat mixed. "We never had more temper-trying work to do," said he, "and there isn't a man in the whole regiment that wouldn't rather stand six months Indian-fighting than six hours mobbing in Chicago. It's my own old home, so I've got a right to speak the truth... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1864

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 16 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 16

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 16
CHAPTER XVIMr. Allison did not meet Lieutenant Forrest that day as he had "hoped to." He did not hope to at all. He hoped not to for several days, and a very uncomfortable man he was. Forrest, however, seemed making no effort to find him, as the millionaire rather expected him to do. Forrest's duties were somewhat confining, and Allison even kept away from his pet club awhile, dreading to meet with officers who were being entertained there at all hours. The Lambert was another place that for a while he religiously avoided. He was becoming afraid of Wells. It gave... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 3331

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 15 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 15

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 15
CHAPTER XVWhen the President of the United States declined to withdraw the regulars from Chicago as urged by the governor of Illinois, Mr. Elmendorf decided that it was because he had not been heard from on the subject, and so started for Washington. This was how it happened that he abandoned his project of leading his friends and fellow-citizens in their determined assault upon the serried ranks of capital, backed though they were by "the bristling bayonets of a usurper." For several days his deluded disciples looked for him in vain. The telegraphic despatches of the Associated Press told briefly of... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1779

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 14 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 14

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 14
CHAPTER XIVAnd these were but the advanced guard of the little army of regulars that, welcomed with glad acclaim by every law-abiding, order-loving citizen, came pouring into Chicago all through that day and for some days that followed, their very presence bringing assurance of peace and safety to thousands and thousands of anxious householders, and confusion and dismay to the leaders of the mob. Believing as had these latter that, despite the vast and valuable Federal properties in the heart of the city, despite the fact that some of the railways involved were at that very moment under the wing of... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1433

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 13 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 13

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 13
CHAPTER XIIIDown in the southwestward district of the far-spreading city a howling mob of half-drunken men, women, and street-boys had surged through the freight-yards of a great railway company, and, first looting the contents, were now setting fire to the cars. Here and there along the glistening lines on which ordinarily sped the swift express or suburban trains were toppled now bulky brown boxes, with their greasy, dripping trucks protruding in air. At adjacent street-corners helmeted policemen, idly swinging their clubs behind them, looked on and laughed. Where at sundown the previous day perhaps a thousand angry-looking men and women had... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1992

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 12 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 12

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 12
CHAPTER XIIThen came a few days in which Elmendorf was in his glory. To be in a position where he could command attention he could practically compel people of all classes and conditions to be his listeners, to hang upon his words and regard him as clothed with power backed by authority, this was indeed joy and triumph new to him, though still far below the dreams he had dreamed. Though not even a member of the great railway union, not even possessing the confidence of its leaders, the fervor of his speeches had won him favor and admitted him... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1109

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 9 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 9

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 9
CHAPTER IXElmendorf was an astonished man. He had confidently told Mrs. Lawrence that the objectionable lieutenant had been ordered off under a cloud of official censure and forbidden to return. He really believed it. It was one of his peculiarities that he invariably attached a sinister explanation to every action of his fellow men and women whose social station, at least, was superior to his own, when other explanation was withheld. He had sneeringly told Miss Wallen that unless the gentleman resigned from the army and returned to be the husband of Miss Allison, he would not return at all. He... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2515

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 8 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 8

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIThere was a month or more during the late winter in which Mr. Elmendorf, cold-shouldered out of official society at department head-quarters, became quite the managing director of the Allison mansion. John Allison, with a party of fellow-magnates, was on a long tour of inspection over the southernmost of the transcontinental lines, and, finding home life a trifle uncongenial just now, owing to some discussions with Aunt Lawrence, finding, too, that the wives and daughters of other magnates were to accompany them on the trip, sojourning days at a time in many of the charming resorts among the mountains or... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 1397

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 7 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 7

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 7
CHAPTER VIIWhen Mr. Forrest returned from Europe in the late autumn of '93, he expected to go forthwith to the station of his regiment and devote his energies to those ceaseless, engrossing, yet somewhat narrowing duties that keep a man of mature years, capable of much better things, attending roll-calls, drilling two sets of fours addressed by courtesy as "company," grilling on the rifle-range, and consuming hours of valuable time in work allotted in older services to sergeants. Calling at the War Department on his way, he was asked about the autumn manoeuvres and if he had seen any of them.... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 2827

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 6 A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 6

A Tame Surrender, A Story Of The Chicago Strike - Chapter 6
CHAPTER VIThat Miss Wallen was no more surprised than her new customer was apparent at a glance, but there was no time wasted in remarks on previous meetings or present weather. It seemed that the gentleman in question needed three typewritten copies of a long essay he had written, and needed them at once. It was now four P.M. on Tuesday. He came for the work at five o'clock Wednesday afternoon, and, although she had wrought hard and faithfully, it lacked completion by just a page. "It will be ready in ten minutes, sir, if you can wait," said Miss Wallen,... Long Stories - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Charles King - Read : 578