She felt no duchess symptoms within herself, and though, of course, she had various manners tucked away to wear as one suits garments to occasions--and it was a Rouen "party-gown" wherewith she chose to abash poor John Harkless at their meeting--here in Carlow, she was a woman of affairs, lively, shrewd, engaging, capable; she was herself (at least she was that side of herself).

And it should be explained that Harkless had based his calumny regarding the tariff on a paragraph or two that crept inadvertently into an otherwise statesmanlike article, and that "H.

Fisbee" understood the tariff as well as any woman who ever lived.

But the tariff inspired no more articles from that pen.
Rodney McCune had lifted his head, and those who had followed his stricken enemy felt that the cause was lost, without the leader.

The old ring that the "Herald" had crushed was a ring once more, and the heelers had rallied--"the boys were in line again." The work had been done quietly, and Halloway was already beaten, and beaten badly.