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The Crisis, Complete

Chapter 7 CALLERS

Word Count: 2327    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

wenty times was Miss Crane on the point of requesting Mrs. Brice to leave, and twenty times, by the advice of Mrs. Abner Deed, she desisted. The culmination came when the news leaked out

ch heroes is made

a, "wasn't that meal a fearful experience? Let's find a hovel, m

r of reforming an Institution, my

e tried to think it over calmly since, and I can see nothing else to have done." He paused in his pacing up and down,

ed impetuous," replied his moth

not said one word about the money. Neith

e," he said; "you haven't scolded me for tha

he sight of the gratitude of that poor creature, Nancy. I shall never forget the old woman's joy at the

that the lace of it was fr

a knock at

rice, hastily putting

e threshold, and o

Lawd bless you, lady, an' Mist

l, N

into the room.

es

' low Hester an' m

glad to, Nancy. Bu

nd relapsed into awkward sile

, Na

you' close, an' mend 'em-you dunno how happy you

resistible. Mrs. Brice ro

ck them, Nanc

e off her black bonnet and shawl! "Whaff

ely, and tears came to her eyes again at the tho

s. "No'm, she ain' tired. She des kinder

the appearance of Mis

yme, in the parlo

g does not tally with the limpness of their grasp. He was attempting, when Stephen appeared, to get a little heat into his hands by rubbing them, as a man who kindles a stick of wood for a visitor. The gentleman had

t your father. But when I heard of the sad circumstances of his death, I felt as if I had lost a personal friend. His probity, sir, and his religi

was su

he, "Mr. Atterb

to some men, sir, nor the West, for that matter. They never change. Atterbury nearly took me in his arms. 'My dear fellow,' he cried, 'how long are you to be

But Mr. Cluyme was evide

come to supper. We live very plainly, sir, very simply. I am afraid that you will miss the luxury of the East, and some of the refinement, Stephen. I hope I may call you so, my boy. We have a few cult

at my mother will go

ion, you understand. Boston, Stephen, I have always looked upon as the centre of the universe. Our universe, I mean. America for Americans is a motto of mine. Oh, no," he added quic

Abolitionist, sir,"

quite right,"

e here, that I have not some sympath

on the windows and then out of the open door into the hall. For a spac

you must learn to temper yourself to the tone of the place which you have made your home. St. Louis is full of excellent people, but they are not precisely Abolitionists. We are

, "Judge Whipple does not seem

a fanatic, sir,"

ess opens to fight with Stephens and Toombs and Davis. But what good does it do him? He might have been in the Senate

ed a familiar voice, and in stalked none other than Judge Whipple himself. Without noticing the other occupants of the pa

id, "what have you d

ghtened in a dream. Her husband grasped the curved back of his

. Whipple?"

dam," was

believe, unpacking my t

nation. Then Mrs. Cluyme sat down again, rather h

who are well born and whose manner was so self-contained. To speak truth, the Judge was prepared to dislike her. He had never laid eyes upon her, and as he walked hither from his house he seemed to foresee a helpl

said,-"do you know

ferociously at Mr. Cluyme, and took the han

s so fond of him. She thinks there is no one equal to Mr. Whipple. Jud

"I think I like Edith be

still greatly flustered, and curiosity about the matter of the slave burned upon her face. Neither the Judge nor Mrs. Br

d of the horsehair sofa, "I'll warrant when you left Boston that you

said Mrs. Brice. "It i

o much for

"You own a slave? You, a mere

" the Judge put in, severely. "I am goin

ooking at Mr. Whipple as though he expected him to touch a

ch I have considered a clog to your career. They did you honor, sir, but they were Quixotic. I, sir, am for saving our glo

e was as yet too stunned to speak. Only St

o," he added reflectively, "when you and I met in the Planters' House, and you declared that

uyme's wife alone kne

d yet I was for the Omnibus Bill, and I am with Mr. Douglas in his local sovereignty. I a

t Mr. Cluyme. Many a criminal had grovelled before that finger. "I, too, am for the Union. And the Union will never be saf

. Cluyme

not understand you to appro

, madam." But to Mrs. Brice he crossed over and took her hand.

shall call again to pay my resp

ume

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1 Chapter 1 WHICH DEALS WITH ORIGINS2 Chapter 2 THE MOLE3 Chapter 3 THE UNATTAINABLE SIMPLICITY4 Chapter 4 BLACK CATTLE5 Chapter 5 THE FIRST SPARK PASSES6 Chapter 6 SILAS WHIPPLE7 Chapter 7 CALLERS8 Chapter 8 BELLEGARDE9 Chapter 9 A QUIET SUNDAY IN LOCUST STREET10 Chapter 10 THE LITTLE HOUSE11 Chapter 11 THE INVITATION12 Chapter 12 “MISS JINNY”13 Chapter 13 RAW MATERIAL14 Chapter 14 ABRAHAM LINCOLN15 Chapter 15 IN WHICH STEPHEN LEARNS SOMETHING16 Chapter 16 THE QUESTION17 Chapter 17 THE CRISIS18 Chapter 18 GLENCOE19 Chapter 19 AN EXCURSION20 Chapter 20 THE COLONEL IS WARNED21 Chapter 21 SIGNS OF THE TIMES22 Chapter 22 RICHTER’S SCAR23 Chapter 23 HOW A PRINCE CAME24 Chapter 24 INTO WHICH A POTENTATE COMES25 Chapter 25 AT MR. BRINSMADE’S GATE26 Chapter 26 THE BREACH BECOMES TOO WIDE ABRAHAM LINCOLN!27 Chapter 27 MUTTERINGS28 Chapter 28 THE GUNS OF SUMTER29 Chapter 29 CAMP JACKSON30 Chapter 30 THE STONE THAT IS REJECTED31 Chapter 31 THE TENTH OF MAY32 Chapter 32 IN THE ARSENAL33 Chapter 33 THE STAMPEDE34 Chapter 34 THE STRAINING OF ANOTHER FRIENDSHIP35 Chapter 35 INTRODUCING A CAPITALIST36 Chapter 36 NEWS FROM CLARENCE37 Chapter 37 THE SCOURGE OF WAR38 Chapter 38 THE LIST OF SIXTY39 Chapter 39 THE AUCTION40 Chapter 40 ELIPHALET PLAYS HIS TRUMPS41 Chapter 41 WITH THE ARMIES OF THE WEST42 Chapter 42 A STRANGE MEETING43 Chapter 43 BELLEGARDE ONCE MORE44 Chapter 44 IN JUDGE WHIPPLE’S OFFICE45 Chapter 45 LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT46 Chapter 46 THE LAST CARD47 Chapter 47 FROM THE LETTERS OF MAJOR STEPHEN BRICE48 Chapter 48 THE SAME, CONTINUED49 Chapter 49 MAN OF SORROW50 Chapter 50 ANNAPOLIS