The Apple of Discord
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Earle Ashley Walcott. The Apple of Discord
CHAPTER I. I AM PRESENTED WITH AN OVERCOAT
CHAPTER II. THE HOUSE OF BLAZES
CHAPTER III. A GLIMPSE OF SUNSHINE
CHAPTER IV. MACHIAVELLI IN BRONZE
CHAPTER V. MISS KENDRICK'S PLEASURE
CHAPTER VI. BIG SAM'S DIPLOMACY
CHAPTER VII. IN THE CURRENT
CHAPTER VIII. A CONTRIBUTION TO THE CAUSE
CHAPTER IX. PETER BOLTON
CHAPTER X. A COUNCIL OF WAR
CHAPTER XI. TROUBLES IN THE MARKET
CHAPTER XII. THE LOTTERY TICKET
CHAPTER XIII. THE WISDOM OF HIS ANCESTORS
CHAPTER XIV. BARGAINING
CHAPTER XV. A RIPPLE OF TROUBLE
CHAPTER XVI. LAYING DOWN THE LAW
CHAPTER XVII. BIG SAM'S WARNING
CHAPTER XVIII. LITTLE JOHN AS A MAN OF ACTION
CHAPTER XIX. MISCHIEF AFOOT
CHAPTER XX. ON THE SAND-LOTS
CHAPTER XXI. BATTLE
CHAPTER XXII. I BECOME A MAN OF BUSINESS
CHAPTER XXIII. THE COMMITTEE OF SAFETY
CHAPTER XXIV. THE JUSTICE OF BIG SAM
CHAPTER XXV. FACING A CRISIS
CHAPTER XXVI. ON THE PRECIPICE
CHAPTER XXVII. A CALL TO ARMS
CHAPTER XXVIII. WITH THE PICK-HANDLE BRIGADE
CHAPTER XXIX. A TONGUE OF FIRE
CHAPTER XXX. THE END OF THE FEUD
CHAPTER XXXI. THE BROKEN WEB
CHAPTER XXXII. THE ANSWER
EPILOGUE
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Colonel Wharton Kendrick leaned back in his chair, stroked his red side-whiskers reflectively, and looked across the table with an expression of embarrassment on his round ruddy face. For the moment his command of words had evidently failed him.
As embarrassment and failure of language were equally foreign to his nature, I was confirmed in a growing suspicion that there had been an ulterior purpose behind his cordial invitation to luncheon. The meal had been a good one, and he was paying for it, and so I felt that I owed him my moral support. Therefore, I returned such a look of encouragement as might properly express the feelings of a fledgling attorney toward a millionaire who was the probable source of active litigation, and waited for him to speak.
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As he staggered into the saloon, ten or twelve young men, hardly more than boys, crowded after him, striking at him with fists and clubs. Their faces were hard at best, the lines written upon them by vice and crime giving plain warning to all who might read; but now rage and hatred and lust for blood lighted their eyes and flushed their cheeks, till they might have stood as models for escapes from the infernal regions.
"The cop!" cried a voice; and others took it up, and I recognized in the battered man the policeman who had shown me my way.
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