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Page 207 - jargon, with something of the same mad faith that inspired the martyrs going to the stake. Far into the night the voices rose, women's voices, children's voices, the voices of old men, of youths and of maidens rose on the ebbing prairie breezes as the crusaders of the revolution rode home, praising the people's
Page 207 - little white school-house windows, lights twinkled back vain hope to the stars. For the thousands who assembled under the school-house lamps believed that when their Legislature met and their Governor was elected, the millennium would come by proclamation. They sang their barbaric songs
Page 207 - It was a fanaticism like the crusades. Indeed the delusion that was working on the people took the form of religious frenzy. Sacred hymns were torn from their pious tunes to give place to words which deified the cause and made gold —and all its symbols, capital, wealth, plutocracy—diabolical. At night, from 10,000 little white school-house windows, lights twinkled back vain hope to the stars.
Page 140 - For what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence for the fulness of the days
Page 181 - box ?" Wharton's face blanched a little. His voice did not rise to the oratorical pitch of his opening challenge as he replied : " Mr. Williams, this is what I call a dishonorable trick. I have always considered you a gentleman before now." Williams did not reply. "Yes, sir,
Page 188 - That duty is to crush the political life out of one of the most powerful and dangerous influences menacing this nation to-day—the incarnation of political cowardice, corruption, and demagoguery. My forebears didn't shrink, and I'll not. With every talent God has given me I intend to fight you,
Page 159 - Wharton boasted of the superiority of whiskey and reviled those who did not appreciate the intricate points of its quality. " Bob," said Wharton to his private secretary one day, when the Senate galleries were filled to hear Felt discourse upon a minor clause in the tariff bill