A Tame Surrender, A Story of The Chicago Strike

ceeding to talk a whole torrent. Mrs. Lawrence said a great deal in the course of this initial interview, and followed it up with a very great deal more. She considered Mr. Forrest's conduct worse

some one said she was once engaged to an army officer and it was broken off; she found she didn't love him enough to leave her luxurious home to live on the frontier among Indians. I don't know how her name came up, or what prompted me to talk as I did. I was saying that I thought her cruel, heartless, and that she should have considered all that before ever she engaged herself to him; and then he simply put up his hand, saying, 'Do not speak of it, Miss Allison: I was the man.' It fai

ed to him, and he had been of infinite service to them abroad, and was welcome now and should be welcome any time-any time-to their doors, and if Aunt Lawrence or anybody spoke ill of him to her she'd defend him to the bitter end, and as for hinting or insinuating that he was trifling with her, it was simply outrageous-outrag

d the mien of an offended five-foot goddess, leaving Aunt Lawrence to the contemplation of

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umes the airs and, for aught I know, the rights of both. The girl is as ill-balanced as her mother." And not all women, it must be ow

y boudoir overlooking the flashing blue waters of the lake from high over the intervening boulevard. Miss Allison went direct

ewhat caustically inquired, as her

kward and downward glance at the fall of the trailing skirt of heavy silk,

s, but won't for an opera-party. Here it is seven. You can't change your

ng to the La

Forrest was to dine

st on sudden orders at noon,

ou've given up going because that man's ordered off? Child, child, you are simply

queried Miss Allison, flushing

at's what they will say now. Surely Mrs. Langdon could ask some

s my letter urged her to do. Fanny Tracy was wild to go, and Captain F

at all Chicago will say you are so much in love with

portière that hung between the parlor and Mr. Allison's library. But she stopped short at the threshold, for there, just within the rich folds of the hanging barrier, apparent

orf," said Miss Allison, coldly. "I suppo

go. We needed a book, a

red to touch her brother's library shelves. As for Florence, she never cared to. It was well known that Mr. Elmendorf had more than once been sharply rebuked for having helped himself without first seeking the owner's permission. Yet here he was again. The odd thing about it was that this end of the library was dark. The books on these shelves were huge folios, the size of some Brobdingnagian atlas, any one of which required all Mr. Elmendorf's strength to lift from its place. Miss Allison was n

tion between your aunt and yourself; and, as your brother's friend and tutor, your father's trusted adviser in many a way, both professional and personal,-indeed, if

upted Miss Allison, wit

ts good name make it mandatory upon me to speak. I appeal to Mrs. Lawrence to support me in my assertion that I am prompted only by the worthiest motives in thus apparently intrusively, officiously if you will, claiming your attention." Mrs. Lawrence bowed grave assent. She had many a time expressed her disapprobation of Mr

aid she, with something very like a stamp of her plump little foot. "Mr. Elm

ot of yourself, that I feel it my duty to speak. I should be disloyal to my employer, to my friends, to my own sense of honor and propriety, were I to keep silenc

to me in any such way or on any such subject again." A

closely resembled a whine, "you see the hopelessness of arguing with a woman in love. I have onl

stubborn and hot-headed. She looks upon Mr. Forrest as a hero, whereas he is really a detriment to her social

ered away on any special d

so understo

shoulders anew. "That is very unlike the story that w

s. Lawrence, with prompt

der a cloud-in order to put

wn first-born left college prematurely b

trouble is more serious. I speak from excellent authority in saying that the general gave him just sixteen hours in which to p