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Emerson Hough. 54-40 or Fight
54-40 or Fight
Table of Contents
FIFTY-FOUR FORTY. OR FIGHT
CHAPTER I
THE MAKERS OF MAPS
CHAPTER II
BY SPECIAL DESPATCH
CHAPTER III
IN ARGUMENT
CHAPTER IV
THE BARONESS HELENA
CHAPTER V
ONE OF THE WOMEN IN THE CASE
CHAPTER VI
THE BOUDOIR OF THE BARONESS
CHAPTER VII
REGARDING ELISABETH
CHAPTER VIII
MR. CALHOUN ACCEPTS
CHAPTER IX
A KETTLE OF FISH
CHAPTER X
MIXED DUTIES
CHAPTER XI
WHO GIVETH THIS WOMAN
CHAPTER XII
THE MARATHON
CHAPTER XIII
ON SECRET SERVICE
CHAPTER XIV
THE OTHER WOMAN
CHAPTER XV
WITH MADAM THE BARONESS
CHAPTER XVI
DÉJEÛNER À LA FOURCHETTE
CHAPTER XVII
A HUNTER OF BUTTERFLIES
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MISSING SLIPPER
CHAPTER XIX
THE GENTLEMAN FROM TENNESSEE
CHAPTER XX
THE LADY FROM MEXICO
CHAPTER XXI
POLITICS UNDER COVER
CHAPTER XXII
BUT YET A WOMAN
CHAPTER XXIII
SUCCESS IN SILK
CHAPTER XXIV
THE WHOA-HAW TRAIL
CHAPTER XXV
OREGON
CHAPTER XXVI
THE DEBATED COUNTRY
CHAPTER XXVII
IN THE CABIN OF MADAM
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHEN A WOMAN WOULD
CHAPTER XXIX
IN EXCHANGE
CHAPTER XXX
COUNTER CURRENTS
CHAPTER XXXI
THE PAYMENT
CHAPTER XXXII
PAKENHAM'S PRICE
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE STORY OF HELENA VON RITZ
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE VICTORY
CHAPTER XXXV
THE PROXY OF PAKENHAM
CHAPTER XXXVI
THE PALO ALTO BALL
THE END
EPILOGUE
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Emerson Hough
Published by Good Press, 2019
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How the Baroness von Ritz—beautiful adventuress as she was sometimes credited with being, charming woman as she was elsewhere described, fascinating and in some part dangerous to any man, as all admitted—could care to be concerned with this purely political question of our possible territories, I was not shrewd enough at that moment in advance to guess; for I had nothing more certain than the rumor she was England's spy. I bided my time, knowing that ere long the knowledge must come to me in Calhoun's office even in case I did not first learn more than Calhoun himself.
Vaguely in my conscience I felt that, after all, my errand was justified, even though at some cost to my own wishes and my own pride. The farther I walked in the dark along Pennsylvania Avenue, into which finally I swung after I had crossed Rock Bridge, the more I realized that perhaps this big game was worth playing in detail and without quibble as the master mind should dictate. As he was servant of a purpose, of an ideal of triumphant democracy, why should not I also serve in a cause so splendid?
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