A Hoosier Chronicle eBook

Meredith Merle Nicholson
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A few minutes later when Allen, sulky and breathing dire threats, had been dropped ashore, Harwood paddled Marian home, Sylvia trailing behind.

It was near midnight when Sylvia, having hidden Marian’s suit case in Mrs. Owen’s boathouse, watched the tearful and wrathful Juliet steal back into her father’s house.

Allen lodged at the inn with Dan that night and, duly urged not to make a fool of himself again, went home by the morning train.



The Great Seal of the Hoosier Commonwealth, depicting a sturdy pioneer felling a tree while behind him a frightened buffalo gallops madly into oblivion, was affixed to a proclamation of the governor convening the legislature in special session on the 20th of November.  It was Morton Bassett’s legislature, declared, the Republican press, brought back to the capital to do those things which it had left undone at the regular session.  The Democratic newspapers proved conclusively that the demands of the state institutions said to be in dire need were the fruit of a long period of Republican extravagance, for which the Democratic Party, always prone to err on the side of frugality, was in no wise responsible.  The Republican governor had caused the legislative halls to be reopened merely to give a false impression of Democratic incompetence, but in due season the people would express their opinion of that governor.  So reasoned loyal Democrats.  Legislatures are not cheap, taken at their lowest valuation, and a special session, costing something like one hundred thousand of the people’s dollars, is an extravagance before which a governor may well hesitate.  This particular convocation of the Hoosier lawmakers, summoned easily enough by a stroke of the pen, proved to be expensive in more ways than one.

On the third day of the special session, when the tardiest member, hailing from the remote fastnesses of Switzerland County, was just finding his seat, and before all the others had drawn their stationery and registered a generous computation of their mileage, something happened.  The bill for an act entitled an act to lift the lid of the treasure chests was about to be read for the first time when a page carried a telegram to Morton Bassett in the senate chamber.

Senator Bassett read his message once and again.  His neighbors on the floor looked enviously upon the great man who thus received telegrams without emotion.  It seemed, however, to those nearest him, that the bit of yellow paper shook slightly in Bassett’s hand The clerk droned on to an inattentive audience.  Bassett put down the telegram, looked about, and then got upon his feet.  The lieutenant-governor, yawning and idly playing with his gavel, saw with relief that the senator from Fraser wished to interrupt the proceedings.

“Mr. President.”

“The senator from Fraser.”

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