Produced by Bryan Ness, Graeme Mackreth and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) [Illustration: In her dainty bathing-dress, Miss Allison's wings were discarded. Page 8.] 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. ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE 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 [Illustration] 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