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the Cause that was lost. Ernest's arm about me was eloquent with love.
"For this time lost, dear heart," he said, "but not forever. We have learned. To-morrow the Cause will rise again, strong with wisdom and discipline."
The automobile drew up at a railroad station. Here we would catch a train to New York. As we waited on the platform, three trains thundered past, bound west to Chicago. They were crowded with ragged, unskilled laborers, people of the abyss.
"Slave-levies for the rebuilding of Chicago," Ernest said. "You see, the Chicago slaves are all killed."
