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    The Crisis — Volume 04
    The Crisis — Volume 04
    The Crisis — Volume 04
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    The Crisis — Volume 04

    By Winston Churchill

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    Not to be confused with the famous British prime minister, Winston Churchill was a 20th century American author known for best-selling historical fiction and adventure novels. One of his novels, The Crisis, is set in the American Civil War and was the most popular book of 1901.
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    PublisherKrill Press
    Release dateJan 7, 2016
    ISBN9781518360893
    The Crisis — Volume 04
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    Winston Churchill

    Sir Winston Churchill was a British military man, statesman, and Nobel-prize winning author, and, by virtue of his service during both the First and Second World Wars, is considered to be one of the greatest wartime leaders of the twentieth century. Born to the aristocracy, Churchill pursued a career in the British Army, seeing action in British India and in the Second Boer War, and later drew upon his experiences in these historic conflicts in his work as a war correspondent and writer. After retiring from active duty, Churchill moved into politics and went on to hold a number of important positions in the British government. He rose to the role of First Lord of the Admiralty during the First World War and later to the role of prime minister, a position that he held twice, from 1940-1945 and from 1951-1955. A visionary statesman, Churchill was remarkable for his ability to perceive emerging threats to international peace, and predicted the rise of Nazi Germany, the Second World War, and the Iron Curtain. In his later years Churchill returned to writing, penning the six-volume Second World War series, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, and many other historical and biographical works. Winston Churchill died in 1965 and, after one of the largest state funerals to that point in time, was interred in his family’s burial plot.

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      The Crisis — Volume 04 - Winston Churchill

      THE CRISIS — VOLUME 04

      ..................

      Winston Churchill

      SILVER SCROLL PUBLISHING

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      This book is a work of fiction; its contents are wholly imagined.

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      Copyright © 2016 by Winston Churchill

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Volume 4.: CHAPTER VII

      CHAPTER VIII

      CHAPTER IX

      CHAPTER X.

      CHAPTER XI

      CHAPTER XII

      CHAPTER XIII

      CHAPTER XIV

      CHAPTER, XV

      The Crisis — Volume 04

      By

      Winston Churchill

      The Crisis — Volume 04

      Published by Silver Scroll Publishing

      New York City, NY

      First published circa 1947

      Copyright © Silver Scroll Publishing, 2015

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      VOLUME 4.: CHAPTER VII

      ..................

      I AM GOING AHEAD TWO years. Two years during which a nation struggled in agony with sickness, and even the great strength with which she was endowed at birth was not equal to the task of throwing it off. In 1620 a Dutch ship had brought from Guinea to his Majesty’s Colony of Virginia the germs of that disease for which the Nation’s blood was to be let so freely. During these years signs of dissolution, of death, were not wanting.

      In the city by the Father of Waters where the races met, men and women were born into the world, who were to die in ancient Cuba, who were to be left fatherless in the struggle soon to come, who were to live to see new monsters rise to gnaw at the vitals of the Republic, and to hear again the cynical laugh of Europe. But they were also to see their country a power in the world, perchance the greatest power. While Europe had wrangled, the child of the West had grown into manhood and taken a seat among the highest, to share with them the responsibilities of manhood.

      Meanwhile, Stephen Brice had been given permission to practise law in the sovereign state of Missouri. Stephen understood Judge Whipple better. It cannot be said that he was intimate with that rather formidable personage, although the Judge, being a man of habits, had formed that of taking tea at least once a week with Mrs. Brice. Stephen had learned to love the Judge, and he had never ceased to be grateful to him for a knowledge of that man who had had the most influence upon his life, —Abraham Lincoln.

      For the seed, sowed in wisdom and self-denial, was bearing fruit. The sound of gathering conventions was in the land, and the Freeport Heresy was not for gotten.

      We shall not mention the number of clients thronging to Mr. Whipple’s office to consult Mr. Brice. These things are humiliating. Some of Stephen’s income came from articles in the newspapers of that day. What funny newspapers they were, the size of a blanket! No startling headlines such as we see now, but a continued novel among the advertisements on the front page and verses from some gifted lady of the town, signed Electra. And often a story of pure love, but more frequently of ghosts or other eerie phenomena taken from a magazine, or an anecdote of a cat or a chicken. There were letters from citizens who had the mania of print, bulletins of different ages from all parts of the Union, clippings out of day-before-yesterday’s newspaper of Chicago or Cincinnati to three-weeks letters from San Francisco, come by the pony post to Lexington and then down the swift Missouri. Of course, there was news by telegraph, but that was precious as fine gold,—not to be lightly read and cast aside.

      In the autumn of ‘59, through the kindness of Mr. Brinsmade, Stephen had gone on a steamboat up the river to a great convention in Iowa. On this excursion was much of St. Louis’s bluest blood. He widened his circle of acquaintances, and spent much of his time walking the guards between Miss Anne Brinsmade and Miss Puss Russell. Perhaps it is unfair to these young ladies to repeat what they said about Stephen in the privacy of their staterooms, gentle Anne remonstrating that they should not gossip, and listening eagerly the while, and laughing at Miss Puss, whose mimicry of Stephen’s severe ways brought tears to her eyes.

      Mr. Clarence Colfax was likewise on the boat, and passing Stephen on the guards, bowed distantly. But once, on the return trip, when Stephen had a writing pad on his knee, the young Southerner came up to him in his frankest manner and with an expression of the gray eyes which was not to be withstood.

      Making a case, Brice? he said. I hear you are the kind that cannot be idle even on a holiday.

      Not as bad as all that, replied Stephen, smiling at him.

      Reckon you keep a diary, then, said Clarence, leaning against the rail. He made a remarkably graceful figure, Stephen thought. He was tall, and his movements had what might be called a commanding indolence. Stephen, while he smiled, could not but admire the tone and gesture with which Colfax bade a passing negro to get him a handkerchief from his cabin. The alacrity of the black to do the errand was amusing enough. Stephen well knew it had not been such if he wanted a handkerchief.

      Stephen said it was not a diary. Mr. Colfax was too well bred to inquire further; so he never found out that Mr. Brice was writing an account of the Convention and the speechmaking for the Missouri Democrat.

      Brice, said the Southerner, I want to apologize for things I’ve done to you and said about you. I hated you for a long time after you beat me out of Hester, and— he hesitated.

      Stephen looked up. For the first time he actually liked Colfax. He had been long enough among Colfax’s people to understand how difficult it was for him to say the thing he wished.

      You may remember a night at my uncle’s, Colonel Carvel’s, on the occasion of my cousin’s birthday?

      Yes, said Stephen, in surprise.

      Well, blurted Clarence, boyishly, I was rude to you in my uncle’s house, and I have since been sorry.

      "He held out his hand, and Stephen took it warmly.

      I was younger then, Mr. Colfax, he said, and I didn’t understand your point of view as well as I do now. Not that I have changed my ideas, he added quickly, but the notion of the girl’s going South angered me. I was bidding against the dealer rather than against you. Had I then known Miss Carvel— he stopped

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