A Tame Surrender, A Story of The Chicago Strike   By: Charles King (1844-1933)

A TAME SURRENDER

A STORY OF THE CHICAGO STRIKE

By

CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, U.S.A.

AUTHOR OF "THE COLONEL'S DAUGHTER," "MARION'S FAITH," "CAPTAIN BLAKE," "A SOLDIER'S SECRET," "SERGEANT CROESUS," "CAPTAIN CLOSE," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED

PHILADELPHIA

J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY

1896

COPYRIGHT, 1895 AND 1896, BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.

PRINTED BY J.B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A.

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In her dainty bathing dress, Miss Allison's wings were discarded Frontispiece .

"May I trouble you for those despatches, Mr. Elmendorf?" 176

"All that space in there will be needed in five minutes from this time." 207

"Is it potent only at Christmas?" 277

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A TAME SURRENDER.

CHAPTER I.

She had met him the previous summer on the Rhine, and now "if they aren't engaged they might as well be," said her friends, "for he is her shadow wherever she goes." There was something characteristically inaccurate about that statement, for Miss Allison was rather undersized in one way and oversized in another; at least that, too, is what her friends said. She was not more than five feet in height nor less than five feet in breadth "measured from tip to tip of her wings," as her brother said. Miss Allison had wings, not because she was an angel, but because it was the fashion, wings that sprouted at her fair, plump, shapely shoulders and billowed out like balloons. Her brother Cary, above referred to, a sixteen year old specimen of Young American impudence and independence, said further of her, in the spring of '94, that if Floy's sleeves were only inflated with gas she could float on air as easily as she did on water, and on water Miss Allison was buoyancy personified. On water, too, and in her dainty bathing dress, Miss Allison's wings were discarded and her true proportions more accurately defined. She was anything but slender. She was simply deliciously, exquisitely rounded now ; but the question which so disturbed her feminine friends as to call for perennial repetition was, What would she be a few years hence? This, however, was a matter that seemed to give the lady in question no uneasiness whatever. Certainly it resulted in no loss of flesh. Perhaps it might have been better for her future figure if it had. With her perfect health, digestion, and disposition, there was absolutely no way of worrying off a pound or two a week. She was the soul of good nature and content. She had an indulgent father, a luxurious home, abundant wealth, an unimpeachable complexion, character, and social position. She had a swarm of enviously devoted girl friends on the one hand and selfishly devoted male admirers on the other, or on both if she chose. She was absolutely without a mean or unkind thought of anybody. She was full of every generous impulse. She was lazy and energetic by turns, had been a romping idler in her earlier school days, and had been polished off and finished in an expensive Eastern establishment without finishing anything herself. She had lived an almost unshadowed life, had laughed off a dozen lovers when she went abroad in '93, and had then fallen in with her fate across the water.