Draft 2

Enlightened Citizens  

Liberty’s Echos

  Forward: In these United States of America history has come and gone. This young country broke free from the tyrannical bondage of foreign royalty and formed  a new country. History and life goes in cycles, part of the old is renewed into the new and barely recognized but only by the educated of the land.

Chapter 1: Winds of Tension

The sun shone bright that January day;  It was passed, the Stamp Act.  Every object with a stamp on it will be taxed. Young Charity Klicka set aside her newspaper “has it come to this?”  She listened quietly as the adults of the small cross-roads town argued bitterly; “This is the last straw!” a man said  “Haven’t we been taxed enough?” a older man strongly stated.  A cold shiver went up Charity’s spine I don’t like this talk She thought.  

“Silly rebellious citizens..” Arnold scoffed “my decrees are the highest in the nation, I spent my whole life working to get this position and here I’am.” President Charles Arnold ignored the people’s cries, he raised taxes, expanded government, sued states, taxed tea and other beverages, taxed just about anything he could think of. The people petitioned him to stop, but George didn’t listen, it was either his way, or his way.  Charity Klicka looked ready to march to “King George’s” palace and defeat them herself.

A young man by the name of Brit Baber ran over to the girls “Guess what? “ “what?” they replied. “Tonight, at different harbors throughout the country, men are going to be dumping all the goods that President Arnold taxed into the ocean.”

As night came, the moment arrived; Charity walked down to the dock. The docks were quiet huddled in the dark were a group of men, patriots no less; rebellious patriots, and they were angry. Charity stopped her friend Ryan McDonald, he had some sort of dirt that was black and sooty looking rubbed against his face, as well as red, white and blue feathers on his head; so did the other men. The men boarded the ship, the battle cry of “No taxation without representation!” was sounded, goods… billions of dollars worth of goods were dumped into the ocean. These men made it clear, that they didn’t like “King George’s” taxes. Throughout these United States discontent was brewing, citizens were not going to sit by when their rights were being taken- one word remained: revolution.

These boys walking away starting singing the “Liberty Song” by John Dickinson originally penned in the Revolutionary War 

                                   Come join hand in hand brave American’s all and rouse your bold hearts to fear liberty’s call….. in freedom we’re born and in freedom we live. Our purses are ready, steady friend steady. Not as slaves but as free men our money we’ll give!

 That very night as President Arnold heard of the incident, he was enraged. A pen flung across the Oval Office. “I’ve had enough! I want to know the names of these traitors! I won’t put up with treason.” President Arnold had balding white hair, never a smile on his face (describe a scowl). Arnold's nasal New York accent was not the most attractive sound that hit the world. Arnold had cold blue eyes, and was very plump but tall. Senator Warren from Virginia was in the room. Senator Warren was a handsome fellow, his chestnut brown hair was lightly sprinkled with white, his hazel eyes held so much passion under his calm demeanor. “But Mr. President” Warren said with a charming Southern twang “they want less rules and regulations, you should take a chance and listen to the people” “The people?” President Arnold’s face grew brighter red “I don’t need the people, I need me. What I say is right for all, what is right for me is right for everyone!” Senator Thomas Warren listened and looked nervously around the room “I respect your views but... you are acting like a king” “Well, I’d rather be a King, then some common man with no power. Secretary of War” Arnold summoned, the timid young Secretary approached, his brown hair was disheveled, eye glasses crooked, shirt wrinkled. He tripped over Senator Warren’s cane, Warren stopped over to help him up but President Arnold put his hand in front of Warren’s. “Secretary Gate, I want one million troops deployed in the following states; South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, Virginia, Alabama, Mississippi, Virginia, Texas, Louisiana, California, Oregon, Washington, New Hampshire, Maine, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, Rhode Island, New York, New Jersey, Maryland and Delaware. I want to make it known, that nobody nullifies my tax by tossing tea into the nearest harbor of these states.” The secretary left the room. Warren glanced at the President nervously “Virginia is my state. You shall not treat us like dirt” “I will treat you rebels however I see fit” George grunted. Warren stubbornly, left the room after he replied to President Arnold “Mark my words, that order you just gave will make the patriots more admired then you ever wanted them to be.” Arnold rolled his eyes after Warren stormed out of the room.

 Breathing heavily, a reporter ran up to Senator Warren. “we just received word….. Massachusetts….. war broke out!” “What?” Thomas Warren couldn’t believe what he heard. “In Lexington, Kentucky this morning President Arnold’s troops clashed with a small group of Kentuckians. The Kentuckians saw President Arnold’s troops getting ready to get a train to go east to Virginia. These Kentucky patriots weren’t going to let the troops through. Refusing to submit to the soldier’s demands, an explosion was heard but the intensity of the people’s emotions caused them to think somebody fired. Citizens and soldiers alike looked frantically around the field “who fired?” shouted one young man with long red hair. “I have no clue, I did not see anybody fire!” replied a makeshift general. After this shots started exchanging on both sides. War broke out. The explosion was later found out to be from an abandoned building, where carbon dioxide was building up. Warren shook his head “No, just no… why did it come to this?” Shock was in the air, what happened? At the president's mansion, Charles Arnold smiled; “Well, that should show those rebels, Secretary Gate.” The timid secretary walked over “I want more troops, this time, expand them to the landlocked states, and especially more in Kentucky." “President Arnold, you can’t do this!” Vice President Washington spoke up from across the room. “Who said I can’t? I’m the President I can do what I want!” Washington was indignant; “These Patriots have seen what you are doing as an attack and are gathering their armies” “I’m going to win anyway, you hear me Patrick Washington?” The Vice President left the room. That very same night, the Senate had an emergency joint meeting. “Order, order!” Washington banged his mallet “the Chair recognizes the Senator from Kentucky Jenaye White.” Jenaye stood up, her blue-green eyes shone with deep concern “Mr.President, gunfire started, in my own state. I’d say as the Senate must take the side of the Patriot army....” Before she could finish President Arnold walked in; “You may be pleased or angry to know I just signed a paper, granting me rights over the states, and the legislative branch.” “Who gave you such rights?” the Vice President demanded. “My cabinet” replied the president as he left. An eery and unusual quiet was over the senate chamber. Thomas Warren was the first to speak, “Mr. President! Does that make the President’s actions null and void to us? As he is no longer a proper authority under the constitution.” The Vice President leaned forward in his chair, “Senator, would you like to write a declaration of some sorts? Laying out the President’s offenses and why he is not fit for it.” Thomas pondered for a moment and said, “It will be a honor.” 

Rev. Paul Small from a local church showed up in DC and prayed over the congress. He prayed they would make the right choices and they would be protected from the temptations to come. Afterwards Rep.Josh Leftwich of South Carolina preformed an amazing worship service, and gave a sermon. Josh took out a gutar; “citizens, I went to college to become a worship leader- but if I may offer my services to the United States Congress at this time, I would be honored.” Josh smiled and begun strumming on his gutar.

Thomas drafted the document, declaring Arnold’s “reign” to be unconstitutional.  President Arnold hearing this news was fuming, how dare anyone deny his power? Arnold fled to the state of New York where he knew he had strong support.  Arnold enlisted men of this state to help him in the war. New York City was established as a capital for the loyalist party. The patriots had to act, and fast.  Senator Warren found a secure place, in New Hampshire, a town upon a high peak perfect for protection!  The army started preparing,  Charity Klicka stood watching I cannot believe it has come to this, revolution I never thought I’d see the day! Excitement! free from a dismal life of boredom! She didn’t want to be stuck doing laundry and missing the action! But…wait, women aren’t allowed to join. Charity had a plain, she put on some baggy jeans, and an old plaid shirt. She tucked her hair into her hat. Perfect!  She walked up the mountain, and enlisted in the army.  Brit Baber was there, and sure was ready to fight! Rifle cocked, and ready to load. Brit didn’t want to miss the chance to shoot some redcoats.

 The battle raged on, Patriots clashing with Loyalists. Americans clashing with Americans.

The rag tag group of Patriots was ready to surrender. Charity and Brit would have none of this surrender talk. The two of them, with a group of Patriots behind them stormed the British lines and the commander was shot; The Patriots won the day.

Meanwhile, Arnold was enforcing more and more unconstitutional laws. 

 Senator Thomas Warren read the news. Thomas wrote to delegates throughout the country, influential politicians to convene in Washington; they were making a Continental Congress.

The day congress convened the sun was shinning bright, not a cloud in the sky. The first order of business was to choose a president. Thomas Warren stood up “I nominate Senator Glenn Bertch of Pennsylvania!" Glenn looked around, “I accept” he said. Calah Rutledge took the floor “Mr. President, I propose we draft a petition asking for peace with the Loyalists.” Jenaye White was listening, she liked this idea “Mr. President, lets pass this by unanimous consent!” Jenaye proposed It was approved.  A general for the growing rag-tag Patriot militia was also needed. Jenaye White gave the floor to Chris Millsap of North Carolina. Chris gave a long speech about our glorious American heritage and our need to preserve freedom. (explain how he was received. What made everybody like him?) Congress unanimously voted Chris 

Millsap as the new general.

“King” Arnold read the petition with disgust, “These petty patriots…” he tossed the petition aside into the 
blazing fireplace.  “Secretary of War, I want more troops sent to the states.” 



The Patriot Army was in disarray, a rag-tag group of militia. The Patriots were waiting on one side of Watchung Mountains in Watchung, NJ. General Chris Millsap gave the order “Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes!”  The Loyalists came up the other side and fired. Chris gave the order to fire back. Charity Klicka was in the front lines, firing away at the enemy soldiers. Brit Baber looked over and saw her; “Wow! For a girl she sure can fight!”  Charity ran over to the enemy lines, and took a brown horse a man fell off of.  She rode across back to the Patriot lines “Rally behind New Hampshire! Come on your South Carolinians! Massachusetts men, I see you under that tree get over here! We are going to storm the lines.”     Brit, a Massachusetts man did just as he was told.  “Rally behind New Hampshire!!!” shouted General Millsap. They were going to storm the Loyalist lines.  All was still, the sound of horse hooves crunched against the soft leaves.  “Fire!” Loyalists troops were disoriented, and retreated. The Patriots won.

  The news of a victory brought a relief to Congress. The first victory for the Patriots.. They fought other battles: Lexington, Kentucky; Concord, Massachusetts; Hartford, Connecticut; Jacksonville, Florida. Every one of these battles were lost, but this news of the Watchung Mountains victory brought hope to Congress. (telling) Senator Mariah Millsap took the floor “Mr. President, its time. We have been listening to King Arnold for too long. He has ignored us, even though we are the legislative branch. I’d say we sign a “Declaration of Independence” from him, as he would ignore even impeachment charges and there are many in these United States that are under his spell.”  “Do we have a second?” Glenn asked. “I second” said Senator Luke Douglas who was also president of the "Fearless Freeman" an influential paper published in the states.

Glenn appointed five congressmen to be on this committee: Thomas Warren of Virginia, Jenaye White of Kentucky, Luke Douglas of Wyoming,  Mariah Millsap of Pennsylvania, and Alexis Hahn of Massachusetts. Thomas immediately took charge of this group, as they voted who the main writer should be. Thomas Warren was to be the writer, and report back in two weeks.
 After two long weeks dragged on, Thomas introduced the declaration to the committee.  Jenaye and Mariah approved. Luke Douglas suggested that the declaration must add room that the federal laws shouldn’t trump state laws. “I can’t” replied Congressman Warren, “I believe the federal government must have the final say.”  The phrase was kept in, but as soon as it hit the congressional floor fo r voting… trouble came.

“Madam President, I’m afraid I can’t yield the floor. As much as I respect my Honorable colleagues;  I can not vote for a document that may infringe on our states rights” Calah Rutledge of South Carolina stated.  Rutledge looked over, senators were twiddlings their fingers. Rutledge glared across the room at the citizens, and started speaking.
In the anteroom Thomas Warren listened, Luke Douglas gave him an “I told you so” face.  “May my Honorable Colleague from South Carolina yield the floor please” said Jenaye. “I’m afraid I can’t, I’m filibustering.” “Yield for a question?” “alright.” Jenaye then proceeded to ask her questions on just about everything,  it began to seem clear that 2/3rds of Congress approved of the filibuster and were helping Rutledge keep the floor.   Rutledge yawned and stretched as she read from just about anything she could get her hands on.  Speaking for 10 hours straight so far, she gave the floor to Jenaye White a who continued for another 5 hours as Senator Rutledge sat down. “Madam President!” Senator Warren interrupted, “I choose to file for cloture.”  All the minority party needed in this case were 7 votes for cloture to end the filibuster, but if the cloture passed and out of rebellion the states rights senators walked out of the room, the vote would be deadlocked, without a quorum.  They got the seven signatures of the Federalists: Thomas Warren, Amanda Cobucci, Glenn Bertsch, Andrew Robertson, and his twin brother Michael Robertson,  Julie Hagan, and Elise Hanson. The filibuster ended.  True to Warren's prediction, the states rights senators walked off the floor. (add drama) A cloture wasn’t possible after all. Senator Warren was hoping, at least a few of them would have stayed so the voting wouldn’t be deadlocked. He knew the only way to have his declaration pass was to have the federalists talk to the states rights senators.  That night Senator Warren knocked on the door of the boarding house where both Senators White and Rutledge stayed. He found out what room each one was in and decided to talk, Senator Rutledge was first, she couldn’t vote for a document that wasn’t clear on states rights and suggested that he’d put in the phrase “all laws that are opposed to the constitution, the states can nullify.” Senator White said the same, Senator Warren finally decided… he must add the phrase. Compromise is a must.

 

 The next day in Congress, the declaration was passed by unanimous consent. The president scanned the face of each and every senator; a look of sadness on his countenance;  “Each of these senators knows what they are doing will put them on the king’s bad side. Freedom isn’t free, there will be a price” Glenn thought.  The declaration was ready to be signed, President Glenn Bertsch signed first. Every senator one by one signed the declaration. Jenaye White.... Glenn Bertsch... Mariah Millsap.... Thomas Warren...Luke Douglas...Calah Rutledge... and so on. A serious and somber atmosphere filled the room, it was done.

    The summer of these Patriot victories wasn’t going to last though; winter was threatening to come. (awaiting)

Snow fell on the large patriot encampment outside of Louisville, Kentucky. Across the frozen Ohio River was the loyalist camp.  The patriots were poorly dressed, using rags on their feet for shoes. Congress dispatched the war committee to this place. Walking around the camp Luke Douglas felt an uncomfortable feeling; “All those words I penned in the Fearless Freeman probably brought some of these men here, if only I can encourage them somehow to stay in the fight through these hard times.” He sat down, and started penning a small pamphlet full of stories about the continental army of old, and how they went through the frosty winter of Valley Forge.  The Loyalists on the other hand were scoring great victories. Also, the Loyalists were sacking village after village. 

 

Christmas Night the loyalists were camped across the river from the patriots in Indiana.  The Loyalists were celebrating by drinking and partying till late in the night. This was the night the Patriots could perform a surprise attack.  (telling) On wooden boats the entire patriot army rowed across the icy river, frost biting at their toes it wasn’t a very pleasant night. “Charge!” cried General Millsap, the troops captured the Loyalist generals by surprise. Amanda Cobucci of Pennsylvania, camouflaged in camp gear and a coon-skin hat took the loyalist flag and ran off. The loyalists retreated. That night, the patriots proved they can win another victory. Throughout the winter city after city fill to the patriots: San Francisco, Denver, Louisville, Lexington, Cincinnati, Atlanta, and now it was getting down to the final stretch.

 Spring was in the air, the birds were coming out chirping, flowers were sprouting.  It was March 15, Chris Millsap looked down at his map. “Charleston” Chris said to himself. That was where the Loyalists were camping, on Charleston peninsula.  The Patriots were north of Charleston on the neck, the next move would be to move into the city itself and take it.  They knew the British would escape probably, unless Canada, the northern neighbors who Millsap begged for help somehow sent a fleet of troops to block Charleston Harbor, if that was possible.
The call was sounded, Brit Babar, Charity Klicka, Amanda Cobucci and the troops were ready. “Charge!” they piled into Charleston, shots sounded. “Fire!” cried the loyalist commander. 

Shots flared everywhere, the smoke was so thick one could barely see in front of them. Millsap shielded his eyes from the sun to see flags; it was –Canada!- Canada, the northern neighbor of the United States, who always accused us of being the war hawks came; to save us from the king! Overjoyed, tears ran down each soldier's checks.  The Loyalist troops were being forced off Charleston peninsula, with no place to run; General Millsap waving his sword in one direction, Charity and Brit holding the New Hampshire brigade to the north. The Patriots were one million strong, and united.   One brigade on the Loyalist side though, wasn’t united. King William was sitting at his desk; “Secretary! We must write to the Finland Department of War, we need 10,000 Finland soldiers to help, now!” The secretary dashed off without saying anything and got to work. < Make this dialogue. Shawn Taylor, a hessian mercenary was fed up with this. Shawn dashed across the lines, and avoided being seen and gave the Loyalist plans to the Patriots.  Hearing this General Millsap ordered the charge. The Loyalists were completely blocked and forced to surrender.  

It was a glorious day! The sun shone on that beautiful Friday, March 18 ^th.  The Loyalists handed their swords and guns over to the Patriots. King William, humiliated fled to Mexico and was never heard from again.  

King William gone, the people were going to have a new election. General Millsap was elected president- the nation had to deal with a conflict though.  In old days of the 20th century, these United States were a super power. They got involved in every conflict, however in 2008 there was a serious economic collapse. 
      France was one of these United States' allies, and currently they were in a very similar poor economic state.  Marseillaise, France- a girl of small stature 4’9 stood up on a create; "Citizens!" her voice boomed, green eyes glaring "We as a people have been suffering under tyranny for too long! It is time to fight back! France has been plunged into debt. Why? Because we helped in the American’s revolution. The people begged our president not to, because we were drowning in debt but our president would not listen."  Starving children huddled close to their parents who wore little but rags. These streets which once bustled with life and energy were now dismal and depressed. France's economy was in disaster, after helping the Americans in their revolution- France's political leaders lived in a different world. The leaders of France believed they could keep up the government spending, even as it hurt the people. The French aristocracy lived in elaborate mansions, their yards sprawled for acres, they owned horses and spent to their heart’s content. Julie Rosspier's (Rospierre) long wavy brown hair flowed in the wind, her beautiful green eyes were fixed on the citizens; "our government must learn to listen to us!" The tall ominous buildings loomed down on the mob, the dark clouds in the distance were very ominous. The crowd raised pitch forks and pointed to a large structure. "Citizens!" Rosspier's shouted; "for victory!" Rosspiear’s piercing green eyes looked up towards the most imposing structure. The Controle Bureaucratique prison stood behind Rosspier, this imposing structure was about 10 stories tall and was the width of an average home. This prison was a symbol of government intimination and centralization into the hands of an elite aristocracy. Rosspier looked towards the underfed, wearing rags masses of about 3 million people; “Citizens! tonight we charge!” Rosspier’s strong voice carried over the masses, the masses jeered and followed her lead. Rosspier was leading the crowd as they rushed into the prison- with everything they could, the mob was prying down the downs chipping away the bricks.  the French Revolution had begun!  Rosspier leaped on to a rock and her hair blew messily in the wind, and she gazed towards the prison. The scent of gunpowder and smoke created a dark haze amongst this whole environment of chaos and revolution.

President Louis (name change?) looked out his large window onto his sprawling and large estate, Louis was one of the most powerful presidents in the world- however his money management skills were nonexistent. Louis just knew how to spend, but not how to save. As a result France was in a tremendous debt crises. “Neckier” Louis summoned his secretary of state “how stands the citizens of France today?” Neckier rushed into the president’s office “President Louis, the citizens have broken out into revolution as of today- July 14^th.” Louis looked confused “the Controle Bearucreatic Prison- fell today, a group of rebels tore it apart stone by stone. The leader of this rabble is a young activist by the name of Julia Rosspier.”

Word of the revolution immediately shook the fragile United States.  President Millsap looked at the television with worry clouding his eyes; “France helped in our revolution, is it our duty to help them? Such an issue requires prayer and waiting for the right time.” Thomas Warren gave an uncomfortable expression on his face; “just because France helped in our revolution does not mean we are obligated to help them. Rosspier seems to be telling the truth about the conflict and poverty in France but we just came out of our own revolution.”  France’s revolution was going to impact these United States in one way or another.

“Down with President Louis!” an angry French mob lingered outside the president’s mansion.  President Louis looked at the mob confused; “Neckier, why are they so upset? After all we helped America in their revolution. America is our ally, we should not feel the need to abandon our allies. The French economy was not in that serious condition. Why must we be suffering this?” Neckier looked uncomfortably around; “Sire, we had to downplay the pain of the peasents- all for the good of your presidency and so you would be a hero to the world, and France would be back in it’s state of being in line to becoming a superpower.” Louis looked Neckier “you did what?” Neckier backed down; “I’m sorry Louis…” The mob grew angrier “give us bread!” they chanted. “Citizens! Louis and his officials refused to listen to us! Now we must show them how we feel!” Rosspier gave the order to storm the president’s house, millions of French citizens stormed into the house smashing everything in sight; “Wait!” Neckier screamed as the mob captured him and President Louis. “Long live the revolution!” Rosspier cheered as she smiled looking at the chaos below.

President Louis and Secretary Neckier were taken to the Echafold Prison in Paris. Meanwhile Rosspier and other revolutionary leaders created a national assembly. “What shall be done with the king?” one member asked  “Execute him and Neckier also.” replied Rosspier “they deceived the people, they shall see how the people respond.” Louis and Neckier were both rushed into the National Assembly “Please! I pled my innocence!” Louis desperately said. “Innocence?” Rosspier laughed “you should be held responsible for your own actions! Rulers should always be held in fear of the people not the other way around!” Louis shivered as the assembly voted on his fate- death won by almost an unanimous vote. Neckier was next, Neckier struggled to stay behind as the security guard pulled him on stage “Mercy!” Neckier screamed as he fell in front of Rosspier’s feet “there is nothing I hate more than an official that deceives the populace for the sake of his own power- death!” Rosspier exclaimed. Neckier shivered as the entire assembly voted to kill him. The following day Louis and Neckier were taken to the guillotine.  

In America President Millsap and Thomas Warren looked on the events in France with a mixed feeling of apprehension and joy. “It is good they got rid of the corrupt officials” said Millsap “but who is to say this revolution will stay as Rosspier calls it ‘virtuious’?”  Warren grimaced “if Rosspier does not suffer a mental breakdown, it happens to many who take absolute power the way Rosspier just did.” The news headline popped up “Committee on Public Safety formed in France- to combat counterrevolutionaries.”  Millsap frowned “this does not look like the key for a free society.”

Rosspier looked nervously behind her, every move somebody made- every breath could be used against her. Everybody was against the republic, or so she thought. Rosspier came a long way from that idealistic revolutionary leader, the revolution has been lasting for four years and now France was ruled by the Committee on Public Safety with Rosspier as the head. Rosspier was pondering religion while sitting at her desk I know there is a God, I know he created the world- does he actually intervene in our affairs though? Rosspier thought back to when she was young, nobody liked her- nobody wanted to hang out with her. She translated this to mean that nobody actually cared. Rosspier was struggling with this concept ever since she was young and her father abandoned her family, her mother died and she was left to the streets of Paris where she witnessed tremendous poverty There is a God, but he does not intervene in our affairs Rosspier decided reason is the key! At this moment Rosspier decided it was not about whether a supreme being cared or intervened, but the revolution was about her own progress- the citizens must be virtuous. In order to have virtuous citizens all dissenters must be sent to the guillotine, this is what Rosspier did believe. Thousands of French citizens were sent to the guillotine. The United States looked upon this situation in horror.

“France’s philosophy of the human race being perfectible must be stopped!” exclaimed Warren. John Addams, a plump older man with graying hair stood up “I have an idea, lets create an act so”  (Alien and Sedition Acts- TBC)

Rosspier was sitting at her desk, her long brown hair straggled over her shoulders. “Treason!” shouted a member of the assembly pointed towards Rosspier “Rosspier under her own paranoia has accused and sentenced thousands of innocent French citizens to the guillotine!” shouted another member. A tall French soldier grabbed Rosspier, she struggled against his grip, grabbing the gun it misfired and she was shot in the jaw. Her whole world spun for a second, grabbing her jaw Rosspier collapsed to the ground barely breathing- she was taken into the prison where so many others she falsely accused were left. It was there in that dank prison cell Rosspier reflected- when she died, if she did not repent soon she will go somewhere horrific. Rosspier was convicted by the thought, it hit her in that cell that she was a sinner. Because of her own paranoia hundreds of citizens were sent to their deaths, tears streamed down her eyes- what started as idealistic intentions ended horribly. Are you there? I know you are, I’m a sinner and I must pay the price but I acknowledge I need you for forgiveness however I must pay the penalty physically for what I did.  After all I did send thousands of French citizens to the guillotine. They were guilty! they honestly and sincerely were guilty! But my sins are just as great as their sins. Is it true that Christ did pay the penalty? What have I done? Oh, please save me! Rosspier was dragged to the guillotine. She limped up the wooden steps and held her jaw in agony. Rosspier died, and now France was without any leaders.  

 

(telling) (might be necessary) As the years passed, this founding generation as they began to be known as secured our freedom. Washington became president, they secured a constitution. The union was at peace. Eventually however, they started aging and passing on. As John F. Kennedy once said “the torch is being passed to a new generation of Americans.”  This new generation was the “Great Compromise Generation” while a few of the aging founders were still in politics, this “Great Compromise” generation including the great triumvirate; Emily Hausheer (SC), Ryan McDonald (NH and MA), and Danielle Jack (KY), and also brave general Andrew Dickinson, and Angela Cobucci appeared on the scene.

 BOOK 2: COMPROMISES AND PASSIONS.





- photo Senator Emily Hausheer
- Photo Senator Dani Jack
- Photo Senator Ryan McDonald (Taken by: Ahna Beth.)


President Warren shook his head, after two hard reelection campaigns and negotiating with pirates in Africa he was exhausted! Warren grabbed his cane and limped towards the door, he couldn't stop coughing. The news was grim, he contracted tuberculosis. Tears flooded his grey eyes, not for himself but for those young congresspeople who faced a hard task of keeping the union together. These United States were split, and new radical factions were taking control. They were not so far gone however, compromise was still an option. Warren left the office and retired, President Glenn Bertsch took his place.  Haushoun, a young 25 year old congresswoman from South Carolina won election to Congress in a landslide.  Haushoun had fair skin, eyes were an intense sea green that revealed traces of blue and brown that could change colors. Haushoun's frame was slight and slender. She was a leader, an idealist and had a voice so powerful yet beautiful the walls of the Bastille would fall just hearing it. She was incorruptible it seemed, never could be accused of corruption. She was a strong leader, and a thinker- emotions were not to persuade her of anything, although what she felt was deep and her passions strong. She was the nullification movement personified at times it would seem as their fearless leader pressed on to the bright future. Haushoun's heart was for the citizens and their rights and she would give just about anything to save their freedom. Religiously she was a believer since childhood, politically she was the voice of the future and the nullifiers that were to follow. Rep. Danielle Jlay of Kentucky was Speaker of the House. Danielle had wavy chestnut brown hair and a pair of laughing brown eyes to go along with it. Like Haushoun, J’lay had a very small hour glass figure as well. Jlay had a warm smile that would light up an entire room, she was a very warm person. Jlay was also an organizer, an intelligent and charismatic politician. Jlay was passionate, and an instigator. She was the champion of the union. Danielle Jlay’s compassion reached to all mankind, her smile alone would charm the most hardened citizen. Danielle was a believer spiritually like most Americans at this time- although her faith was more emotional while Haushoun’s was more of a rational persuasion. But the important part was they depended on Christ alone for salvation. Danielle was the moderate, the even minded politician. She did not let prejudices sway her anywhere, she was going to see the good in all and the bad in all. During this time, England and France were fighting.  France's revolution ended in disaster- Rosspiere was dead, and a young general named Napoleone Buonaparte took over and was attempting to conquer Europe. After the demise of Rosspier, France was in turmoil without any leaders. The people of France flocked to a charismatic young general by the name of (Buonaparte. (change name?) Buonaparte turned France from a republic into an empire, and Buonaparte’s goal was to conquer and take over Europe. A joint congressional committee discovered that England was kidnapping our troops and making them fight against France. Congress sent a petition asking them to stop, but England didn't stop. Enraged Danielle took the floor; "Congressmen! now is the time to fight!"  Emily seconded, and was made "Minority Leader".  These Congressional Leaders decided war must be declared against England.  The war was mostly fought on the sea, until England invaded.   The moon was shinning bright that night, as a group one million strong of English approached our shores. They landed in New York City, and torched it to the ground. Flames raged against skyscrapers, people evacuated by the thousands. Sadly, many Americans did not escape in time and were held captive on the infamous British prison ships. The British went to the firehouses and slashed the hoses so it would be impossible to put the fires out. The flames raged into the night, “fire!” screamed the men of the city running through the streets. A young woman hastily gathered all the belongings she had and ran out of her house and evaded capture by the British. The British marched to New Jersey and progressed to the small villages and farms. The congressional foreign relations committee consisting of Ryan McWebster, Luke Douglas, Rebecca Haushoun and Danielle Jlay investigated the damage. Before the committee knew it, British soldiers came marching through the swamp. The Americans took shelter in an abandoned building. The building used to be a tuberculosis sanitarium, now it stood buried partially in the swamplands of New Jersey.  Danielle pointed to the south, the American army was coming to combat the British.  Against the black smoke stood a promising site... our flag! The committee then discovered the president's young daughter, Grace had stowed away with them. "Our flag!" she exclaimed, Senator McDonald put her on his shoulders. "Yes, its still there!" he said with pride. Little Grace managed to slip into the back of the car, and hide well between the suit cases. Grace was five years old at the time, and very small her long Rapunzel-like blond hair and huge blue eyes were her most prominent feature. Senator Haushoun coughed, the humid air combined with the thick smoke made it impossible to breath. Ryan looked to the north and brushed a strand of his shaggy dirty blond hair out of the way, he peered out from his hazel eyes and pointed; "The white flag!" The British surrendered.  Peace was eventually settled, but the news didn’t reach one general on time…. Anthony Dickinson.
Anthony Dickinson was a lanky young man, bright red hair, piercing blue eyes, a fiery temper, as well as a scar on his face from being one of those Kentucky Patriots standing against “The King.” He was not to be messed with. Andrew was keeping the British off the coast of Mississippi, and eventually made them retreat all the way back down the Mississippi River. When the public heard of this post-war victory,  they immediately feel in love with Andrew. Andrew was the new heartthrob, but Emily knew something was wrong. Andrew was handsome in the rugged way, and knew how to sway voters.  A run for president perhaps awaited him in the future.
Andrew did not run in the next election however, that was Jenaye White.  Jenaye Monroe of Kentucky won the primary, she was an experianced stateswoman.  Although she was in office for a long time, she never lost her youthful looks. Jenaye had long wavy dark brown hair, and beautiful grey eyes. She had a small frame, and was about 5' in height.  Nonetheless, she was a brilliant and well-liked senator.  Jenaye won in a landslide. Jenaye appointed powerful politicians as her cabinet; Quincy Warren as Secretary of State, Ryan McWebster as Secretary of the Treasury, and Senator Haushoun as Secretary of War.  Haushoun knew nothing about the military, but Jenaye choose her for another reason---compromise. Under Haushoun as Secretary many wars were avoided due to her compromising skills.  Jenaye's presidency was refereed to as the; "Era of Grand Feelings." It was a peaceful and prosperous era in history. Business and commerce flourished.  Jenaye was well-liked by Americans and ended her presidency by retiring to Kentucky. Secretary Haushoun felt this was perfect time for a run--- so did most American politicians.
The next election comprised of; Danielle Jlay, Ryan McWebster, Emily Haushoun, Rebecca Barnett, Jennifer Crawford, Quincy Warren, and Andrew Dickinson. Jlay of Kentucky was a powerful choice, however her campaign ran out of finances she still stayed in. McWebster of Massachusetts pulled out early after a loss in the early Alabama primary and his support in the Southern states was slim. Haushoun of South Carolina was in a solid second place, she put most of her money in the Pennsylvania primary--the deciding primary of the time. Barnett also of South Carolina, was endorsed by the legislator. Barnett was torn as she was a good friend of Jlay and Haushoun.  Another set back was Barnett's health, although only 32 Rebecca Barnett had a heart problem and may not live to see the election. Barnett pulled out and tossed her supporters to Haushoun. Crawford of New York was a dirty campaigner, she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Jennifer Crawford was strong and looked more presidential then any of the frail looking women on the debate stage. She had long blond hair and blue eyes, Crawford was also older then most of the female candidates, born in 1984 while the others were mostly all born in 1994.  Crawford grew up in the slums of New York, she lived in a ran down apartment with her two siblings and her parents who were usually absent. Usually Crawford was left to fend for herself in the streets, and she was good at it. Crawford knew how to protect those she loved, many times a robber attempted to break into the family’s flat and Crawford did not hesitate to give that individual a slap in the face. Crawford, for all of her faults was beautiful and stood up for what she believed in. The rough and tumble of Crawford came from her childhood growing up in the slums of New York City. Quincy Warren was a son of the famed Thomas Warren, Quincy was quite and had "cold" manners, yet he was brilliant and had good morals. Quincy grew up under the shadow of his father, Thomas Warren took Quincy to Europe to learn about culture and the refined matters. Young Quincy loved to read, and would try to learn everything he got his hands on. Andrew Dickinson was the hero of Mississippi, a 21st century American hero--- or so he portrayed. Andrew Dickinson grew up in Kentucky. When the Loyalist troops marched through they shot and killed his father, and his mother fell ill with cancer. Andrew was taken into a dank prison as a prisoner of war to the loyalists. Andrew and his brother Stephan were kept here. A loyalist officer stormed angerly into the prison one day and for uncertain reasons tried to make Andrew Dickinson shine his boot up. Andrew looked at the soldier and said; “No!” with a firm and resolute voice “I shall never listen to a soldier of the tyrant King Arnold I!” with these words the loyalist soldier took out his sword and gave Andrew a swipe. Andrew kept this scar across his face for the rest of his life.
Now with only Jlay, Haushoun, Dickinson, Warren and Crawford in the race the Pennsylvania primary took place.  Haushoun's Pennsylvania campaign manager changed his support to Dickinson, causing Haushoun to take second place.  Haushoun dropped out of the presidential race and joined the Vice Presidential pickings instead.

The main candidates in the polls as Election Day approached were; Andrew Dickinson and Quincy Warren. Jennifer Crawford tragically had a stroke on the campaign trail in Maine, yet she remained in the race in a solid third place. In forth was Danielle Jlay, but Jlay as Speaker of the House held a powerful position if the race was thrown into the House.

In the US Constitution it states that if no presidential candidate gets a two-thirds majority of the votes in the electoral college the race will be thrown into the House of Representatives to choose the president and the Senate to choose the vice-president. (this has a lot of telling, not much dialogue)

Election Day was chilly yet sunny. The Americans cast their votes in hopes for a hero. Andrew won the popular vote by a large margin, but the electoral vote was what counted.
General Andrew Dickinson- 41%
Ambassador Quincy Warren- 30%
Congresswoman Jennifer Crawford- 15%
Speaker Danielle Jlay- 12%

Danielle's palms sweated as the newscaster explained how only the top three candidates will go to the House of Representatives to be choosen.
Danielle Jlay's campaign was over, tears flooded her gentle brown eyes. This was no time for tears though, work was to be done. Andrew Dickinson must not win!

Danielle Jlay took to her chair in the House.  The news had reached her--- the US Senate just voted. Secretary of War Emily Haushoun was now Vice President Emily Haushoun! Haushoun won the Senate with a landslide, taking nearly every state--- except New Jersey. The Crawford campaign sent a pamphlet to the New Jersey delegation with a story of how Senator Haushoun "abandoned them."  Jlay laughed at such a pamphlet, yet laughing soon fell to regret when she remembered that was the reason she lost Minnesota this election. 
Speaker Danielle Jlay saw that Andrew had more votes, but she knew Andrew would abuse the power.
Danielle left her seat and paced the House floor, without her knowledge a Congresswoman approached her desk and switched Dickinson and Warren's votes. This congresswoman was a strong Dickinson supporter, but she hated Jlay and wanted a scandal. When Jlay returned she finalized the vote without seeing the rigging. President Quincy Warren was to be our next president. The people erupted into an outcry; "corrupt bargain!" was screamed in the streets. Danielle was under so much stress she forgot whether there even was a rigging, did she actually rig it? Quincy Warren had an apple shape to his body and a round jowly face; Small blue eyes, and a receding hairline as well.  He was a man of good morals. "I hesitate to take my seat, as I feel I was rigged in..." Quincy confided to a friend. He sighed; "It's my duty however."  Quincy appointed Jlay as Secretary of State, a move that haunted him more. "It's a corrupt bargain! for Jlay to be Secretary of State!" the headlines screamed that entire time  "It's a bargain for sure!" implied Vice President-elect Haushoun to the press. Haushoun believed it, Dickinson believed it, the American people believed it, Jlay was starting to believe it to. What if she had done it? changed the votes?

Inauguration Day was grey and stormy, however the swearing in was still held on the front steps. Quincy followed by Haushoun took the oath to; "protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."

Quincy Warren’s Presidency was relatively quiet, but the next election cycle was the most vicious ever. 

Andrew Dickinson was back, and not happy.  Disgusting, and appalling attacks were made. Dickinson's wife April Rose Dickinson was a target of these attacks.
Dickinson "rescued" April Rose from an abusive marriage, little did he know the divorce was not finalized properly from her abusive husband Grant Brown. Grant then sued Dickinson for adultery but the charges were largely forgotten---until now. April Rose had long black hair and soft brown eyes, she was a bit on the heavier side and had a beautiful smile.  April was shielded from these attacks due to her delicate heart.  Dickinson's campaign was crushing Warren's, while Warren's called Dickinson; "adulterer and murdered", Dickinson called Warren; "a snob who is not with the people!" Dickinson won by a landslide because of his charisma, and charm.  However, one night April Rose could not sleep. Shortly after the election April Rose was wondering the long, dark hallways and picked up a newspaper. This newspaper had the whole story about April's divorce. This heart April deeply and she suffered a heartattack and died. Andrew Dickinson discovered her body and broke down in tears. "April Rose! come back to me!!" he screamed.  The next day April Rose was buried in the purple satin gown she was to wear on his inauguration. After the coffin was lowered to the dirt Andrew looked up at the dark grey sky; "I will forgive those who slandered me, but those who slandered April Rose shall die!" Andrew then swore vengeance on whoever was against him or whoever slandered April Rose.

During inarguation day, a gigantic throng of people mobbed Washington, DC hoping to see Andrew Dickinson. This unruly crowd was let into the White House and stood on chairs to see him.  Vice President Haushoun managed to squeeze her small body through the crowd, she was re-elected but as Andrew Dickinson's Vice President. Haushoun wore her light brown hair up-swept, with light trindles coming down. She had on a periwinkle blue gown, that was slender fit and flowed to her ankles. Senator Haushoun's grey eyes scaned the crowd... mostly backwoods people she assumed, trying to get a glimpse of one of their own. Haushoun did not like Dickinson, yet ran under him because he needed somebody to win the deep South, where Emily's stronghold was.

Their personalities conflicted- Andrew Dickinson hotheaded and anti-states rights.  Andrew, the people’s champion… all sounded lovely on the outside, but something was defiantly wrong. Senator Haushoun- champion of states rights, she was caring and gentle to all, she had a stubborn and impulsive streak as well--enough to lead a revolution, which she tried to hide. Haushoun was very much like the historical Vice President John C. Calhoun, both stubborn, both South Carolinian states rights supporters, both intense thinkers, and they both had the same personality type. Dickinson on the other hand was like President Andrew Jackson!
By the time the rambunctious party was over and the  crowd cleared Dickinson got down to business. Dickinson choose his close friends for his official cabinet, yet he had a secret cabinet as well a "Kitchen Cabinet" nobody knew anything about.

Meandering through the White House halls, alone at night the quietness of the White House seemed spooky… something wasn’t right. Haushoun then heard a man talking, from the kitchen? Who on earth would be up this time at night? She peaked in and saw Andrew, with a group of five men and women. Scared she listened closely, “I called you all here, because I can’t let my Vice President know. You see she supports nullification, and is from South Carolina. Therefore, can not be trusted” Emily gasped, they were talking about her! Emily felt a cold hand by her back and felt like letting out a scream.
“Shhh…. Its me!”
Emily turned around, “Danielle Jlay! What are you doing?”
“shhh, I’m here investigating. I see my assumptions were correct”
 “assumptions?”
“that President Dickinson has a secret cabinet.”
 Andrew turned to the dark corner were the girls were hiding, they stood as still as statues. Perhaps he was just imagining, he turned back to his advisers “I want you as my secret cabinet, my kitchen cabinet to keep quiet about everything that was said tonight, or else... I will turn on you. You will die an untimely death.”  Andrew walked out the back door with his advisers.  Emily and Dani shivered with fear, what does President Dickinson want?

A bill was passed and signed into law. The law raised taxes from 50% to 100% to fund new government programs. Many states such as South Carolina were going to nullify it, while states like Massachusetts and Tennessee applauded it. McWebster applauded it as it will help the dying industry in his state of Massachusetts! Haushoun frowned upon it, South Carolina's industry was doing just fine.

In the South Carolina state legislator, an act was proposed that if the tariff was not repealed South Carolina will secede.
 Dickinson was enraged, no state will secede under his watch! Haushoun was scared, she had to be loyal to her beloved South Carolina, yet she felt secession was too soon. Haushoun was torn, there had to be an alternative to secession.
Late one night, the lights were dimmed. Vice President Haushoun was up and her intense mind at work, she opened the founding father's documents and read about nullification. A smile came across the vice president's face, nullification-perfect! South Carolina can nullify the law!   Vice President Haushoun sent a letter to the South Carolina legislator begging them to nullify the law and not to secede. South Carolina announced they were going to nullify the tariff, still Dickinson was not pleased.


The next day the sixth of May was reckoning day. All of our heroes on the night of the fifth were either reflecting on the past, with hopes or fears of what tomorrow holds. With dimmed lights in his office Ryan McWebster packed his papers for the day. Ryan looked at the map of these United States on his wall and sighed; "The union was happiest together, there were days when we lived happily as Americans. Now it has all changed. I'm confident these men who know my speech will support me." Ryan said. McWebster turned to leave his office and turned out the lights as he saw two men discussing politics, this gave a warm feeling inside McWebster that perhaps the union will be strong.

Washington was strangely quiet. The streets that normally bussed with life, hope, idealism were now dead in fear. The revolution was encroaching such as clouds on the plans. In the somber Committee on National Security two senators- Christopher Clark of Alabama and Elise Hutchison of Wisconsin were packing up. As they were leaving their way was blocked by Danielle Jlay. "Senators, we must reach a compromise. I need you to help me, I have no idea how any of our states will survive if this tariff is passed. We must reach agreement." Danielle continued talking and persuaded the other two senators to help her draft a compromise, they sat at a table- ready to make history.

Van Fordley got off the train and walked to the dead streets of New York. There was a time these buildings and streets teemed with life and livelihood. These days are dead, New York was now an empty shell of what used to be. Buildings were crumbling to the ground, businesses boarded up, thousands- no millions on the streets homeless and starving for just a piece of bread. Van Fordley brushed past them, she was clothed in her beautiful long pink dress with a high empire waist-- the people were in rags. Van Fordley ignored their pleas and walked into an abandoned hospital, from the upper hospital window Van Fordley looked out; "Nobody cares about me, or my economy. New York could have been strong but what happened? South Carolina took our pride, they took our industry, took our everything." Van Fordley collapsed in sadness thinking of what a glorious career she would have had, but no matter what she could do- the people were in rags and dying in the streets. Van Fordley walked along the upper floor of the hospital from room to room. Van Fordley took one more glimpse out the window- her bitterness willed up inside her, she wanted to advance in her career yet she was living a lie of pretending.  Something on the floor caught Van Fordley's eyes- an old Bible. The floor she was on used to be a tuberculosis isolation floor, it closed in 2008. Van Fordley picked up the Bible and scoffed- this was not what she wanted in her life, what she wanted was revenge and power.


The French Quarter of Charleston, South Carolina gave a very different scene. Rutledge Street Café, an old but large café on Rutledge Street had been a place of political rebellion and excitement ever since the days of the American Revolution. The café was quite large, with pealing green paint and old wooden floors brunt by smoke. The chairs and tables were all wooden but very sturdy. Standing on a table of a cafe, Vice President Haushoun was wearing a black waistcoat and a red overcoat. a Cockade was pinned neatly on her chest as she  called out to the people; "Citizens!" she called out "We in South Carolina have accomplished a great feat, our economy is prosperous. This bill is an outrage! This new tariff will take away our hard work and give the state of New York the money we should be earning. New York’s situation is a tragedy, but instead of taking away own livelihood they should be focusing on fixing their own. Citizens, this is an intense time of strong passions and feelings fear not! Someday I believe it will be better, we are in the majority citizens! It may not look like it, but we are. The power of Van Fordley shall break and the people will finally have a say. Follow me citizens into the future- follow me in the name of liberty and equality!" The crowd cheered, Haushoun’s calming means was public speaking, when she was quite she could not stop thinking of the terrible conflict about to tear her beloved America in two.  The sunset casted a bright red light on the streets of Charleston, South Carolina- the city was prepared for revolution. The citizens of Charleston wore blue cockades to show their support of Haushoun. The citizens were ready and willing to fight to preserve their rights, urban warfare looked like a very real potential in the French Quarter. Streets blocked off, houses boarded up, the palmetto flags waving, angry citizens forming their armies- tomorrow was going to be big. South Carolina was on the verge of revolution, the people demanded to be treated equally- New York should not receive special favors.

Anthony Dickinson was strolling the White House halls in the dark, he was the leader of the land and he alone wanted to be the final say. "I shall get rid of all these nullifiers, they shall be crushed beneath my feet!" Andrew pompously proclaimed. Dickinson was not in the mood for revolution, nothing stood in Dickinson's way. Dickinson picked up a letter from Jlay that was laying on his desk- a plea for compromise. Dickinson mocked it and threw the letter in the fire- compromise was a sign of weakness, he must destroy every last revolutionary in South Carolina.


One night, at a presidential dinner Andrew Dickinson hinting at Emily’s states rights philosophy toasted; “The Union! May it ever be preserved against those states rights people!”  Emily knew exactly what Dickinson was referring to, hands sweating she picked up her glass and fixed her intense grey eyes on Andrew, she broke protocol, and toasted back; “Only next to our liberty most my dear, may we remember the states that created the federal union and these United States are the strongest, if we stay together.” Her deep set sea green eyes looked deeply ahead at the president.

On the floor of the Senate, Ryan McWebster of Massachusetts arose to express his discontent with South Carolina’s nullification declaration; “We are one union!” he eloquently captured the entire audience, with his words of “unity” and “patriotism.”

Sitting in the Vice President’s chair, was Emily Haushoun of South Carolina.  On the floor was Senator Noelle Young of South Carolina. Vice President Hausheer was handing her notes of encouragement to help defend the states’ nullification stance. Luke Hayne the other senator from South Carolina was also getting his notes from Haushoun. Douglas like Haushoun and Young was a strong champion of states rights.
  After the debate, the darkness of night slowly crept by as senators returned to their boarding houses and hotels to retire. It was midnight, Vice President Haushoun received an alarming alert. Certain members of the South Carolina State Senate were planning secession. This had to be stopped dead in its tracks. She knew what needed to be done; boarded the train at Union station and took a city bus from Charleston to Columbia. “Wait!” she shouted stepping into the South Carolina Senate.
 “We have to take a pre-emptive strike and secede!” Senator Tabitha Rhett of Charleston County demanded. "My estimates exactly!" another senator agreed.
“No!” Emily protested. “If y’all do this, South Carolina will bear the burden of the Civil War that may come, I don’t want bloodshed. Listen to me! Let intellect and reason guide your beliefs, not foolish and rash actions!   I'm a stanch believer in states rights, perhaps the strongest the Senate ever had. Nullify this law! Now is not the time to secede, only secede once attacked.” Vice President Haushoun said in disgust.  Senator Rhett turned around, amazed “Vice President Haushoun?” the Vice President smiled.  
"We must respond peacefully, because if we do not Andrew Dickinson will have us all killed for "treason"" Vice President Haushoun begged.
"I suppose you have a point..." the fireeater Senator Rhett confessed.

Returning to Washington, Vice President Haushoun found out President Andrew Dickinson was too dangerous, and too unreasonable to listen. Senator Jlay while she was investigating found in the "Kitchen Cabinet" meetings some of Andrew's plans, to kill all of his enemies---- including Jlay.  Jlay ran out, she glanced back to see Dickinson and his cabinet burn the files so nobody would see. Jlay had to warn Haushoun and McWebster!  "What?" McWebster was shocked. "I was expecting this all along... he won't follow through with us though, we are too power and well known. He'd kill off the lesser known people first."  Haushoun inserted.  Sure enough Haushoun read in the paper of the tragic death of some of the South Carolina legislator due to, also some younger members of the House and Senate who supported Jlay suffered "untimely" deaths.   Jlay shivered, was there a way to report this? No, there was not. President Dickinson would just bend things his way, and skew evidence. It was best to vote him out.  Also, Dickinson had a very powerful ally- Michele Van Fordley. Van Fordley was small, and looked sweet on the outside with light blond hair, but don't let looks fool you. Van Fordley was as sly as a fox, she hated Vice President Haushoun because she wanted her seat. Haushoun was disgusted with Van Fordley and penned this letter;

To Whom it may Concern:

I will be accepting a US Senate seat. I resign the Vice Presidency of the United States- Emily R. Haushoun

Van Fordley saw this letter on the Secretary of States' desk and smiled, she approached President Dickinson. "Van Fordley! we meet again!" Dickinson smiled.
"Mr.President, I just came back from the nullification convention in South Carolina... spying." Van Fordley said with confidence.
"Spying? well done my dear!" replied Dickinson.
Van Fordley looked down; "That former Vice President of yours nearly caught me though!"
   Just as she said that, Senator Emily Haushoun indignantly opened the door and approached the president and Van Fordley. To the president she said; "I came to make sure you received my resignation."
 "I did." replied Dickinson. The senator then exited.


Sen.Haushoun was elected Minority Leader, and served the senate.With Senator Jlay and McDonald, they formed the media and people called "Great Triumvirate."  The three most influential and famous senators of the century.   

Four years later, during Dickinson's second term Van Fordley was elected to the senate as part of the same party the Great Triumvirate was in, but had a sinister purpose in mind.  (Make her say sweet things. but show her intentions without say that she’s bad) Van Fordley was still a spy for the president, years later she beat Senator Hausheer for being minority leader by one vote. Ryan McWebster accidentally stumbled upon Van Fordley giving party information to the president and the opposite party.  Van Fordley then through her charm, convinced the Whig Party who she was minority leader for that she was one of them. Many of the Whigs fell for her trap, except Senators Jlay and Haushoun. Haushoun accidently picked up a paper she thought was her own, but then discovered it was from Van Fordley's pile.... information on how to destroy the Whigs from within.   Senator Haushoun approached her and said; "I'll forgive you for your crime, if you promise never to do it again!" Van Fordley just smiled. Later that night Van Fordley approached the president and still gave party information.  The next morning the Senate convened. "Mr.President, I arise today for a hard task. The evidence of Senator Van Fordley's dishonesty leads me to demand an ethics investigation." Senator Haushoun inserted.  The ethics committee was formed. After some investigation, it was discovered that Van Fordley was the one who rigged Quincy Warren's election to put the blame on Senator Jlay.  Senate Majority Leader for the Democrats, Paul Breakinridge was shocked, he knew that Haushoun spoke the truth. In his heart, Breakinridge wanted to follow her, but something stood in the way. Van Fordley controlled most of New York, and he was a senator from New York. If Breakinridge stood against her, his political career would be dead. Paul sat back in his chair and regretfully supported Van Fordley. Danielle was outraged! how could somebody support such a criminal?  One option was left, expulsion.  Senator Van Fordley was expelled from the senate for high crimes and misdemeanors. Hausheer decided she was more effective as a prominent senate leader. She wasn't in any official party leadership office, other then what she called "a plain senator" but in reality, Haushoun along with Jlay and McWebster became on of the most prominent senators to serve. The Great Triumvirate became better known then the actual floor leaders! Charismatic and cheerful Danielle Jlay of Kentucky orator and passionate Ryan McWebster of Massachusetts, and intense thinker and stubborn Emily Haushoun of South Carolina.

President Dickinson had spies and was sending troops to South Carolina.  South Carolina was still nullifying the tariffs that congress passed. Against the cold snow, and sparkling marble of DC a intense quite prevailed. “President Dickinson! You are out of your mind!” protested Danielle Jlay.  “President Dickinson, listen to me!” Senator Andrew Robertson of Maine tried to get his attention “I’m your political supporter, but this has gone too far! Remove your troops from South Carolina at once!” Dickinson just smirked.   The senators heads turned towards…. Emily Haushoun, having been elected by a landslide to the United States Senate, shortly after resigning the Vice Presidency.   Senator Hausheer took the floor, looked President Dickinson right in the eyes.  “Mr. President, you are violating several amendments. I’ll start with the forth, arresting citizens without warrant. Shall I continue? The first violating free speech. And….” “Silence!” the president demanded. Senator Luke Douglas also of South Carolina took the floor “Mr.President, what right have you to silence a senator?” Andrew Dickinson was silent.  “I move for censure!” demanded Danielle Jlay.  The senate passed a censure on President Dickinson, he couldn’t be impeached since he controlled the media and the citizens were ignorant of his deeds. South Carolina wasn't backing down and neither was Dickinson.  After the censor however, Dickinson was forced to remove troops and peace was restored.

Andrew while under censer, devised a cunning move. He was going to capture Indian land for the oil and transport Indians to the Nevada dessert. This plan was denounced and killed in Congress, yet the issue went to the Supreme Court. Cloaked in a heavy black robe Chief Justice Michael Farris declared the act to be unconstitutional, Andrew Dickinson approached Farris and their eyes met; "Go enforce it!" Dickinson demanded. Farris kept quite, the court was powerless to stop Dickinson. Dickinson ordered the troops to remove thousands of Indians off the reservations and into Nevada, hundreds died.

Andrew arranged for Van Fordley to become the next president. Van Fordley’s corruption showed itself, and the party feel out of power as protestors took the government back to the people.  During this period Danielle Jlay began to recall past memories... something stood out to her. For reasons unknown to the senate she took the floor, and confessed to anything wrong she may have done.  Although personally she did not do anything illegal, the events and rampant corruption disgusted her as well as Sens. McWebster and Haushoun,so she felt it necessary just to apologize to those in the gallery for the horrible corruption she and her friends saw around them.After Van Fordley, the people wanted a new hero, one who was a "man of the people" like the legendary Andrew Dickinson had been.   Come election season the candidates appeared; Michele Van Fordley, who in vain hoped for a victory. Danielle Jlay, who had be campaigning for years for the presidency. Danielle was thought to be the nominee for her party, but the nomination surprised everybody--- Michael Henry Wilson. Wilson was from Indiana, and a hero from the war. He fought off the British bravely and captured the imagination of the people. Huge campaign posters, parades, and festivals awaited him on the campaign trail. Wilson's campaign crushed Van Fordley's in a landslide.  One thing however Wilson was selfconscious about--- his age. Wilson was 80, although not the oldest president he most certainly was up there in age. To prove his opponents wrong Wilson made a seven hour inauguration address, he contracted pneumonia shortly afterwards from standing in the cold and died. Wilson was the shortest serving president, serving one week. Taking office next was a little known Vice President Mary Jones. Mary Jones was tall for a woman, about 5'6 and slightly overweight. She had long black hair, and blue eyes, and oval shape face and a Roman nose. She was not exactly the most social person at all, and hated the spotlight. Wilson named quite and she Mary Jones as his vice president because Mary contrasted greatly to Wilson's flamboyant style. Mary did not want the office of president at all, but felt obliged to take it.  Mary's first week was rough-- Congress did not see her as the "real" president because it has been exactly 90 years since the last president, Kennedy died in office.  Congress teased her as the "acting president." Matters got worse, Jone's Secretary of State Abigail Upspur died of an unexpected heart attack. Mary Jones needed a new Secretary of State. Senator Emily Haushoun of South Carolina, may have been the perfect choice. Mary awkwardly approached the senator from behind and tapped her on the arm. Senator Haushoun looked puzzled, Mary steered at her for a while mumbling until she asked her to be Secretary of State. Haushoun accepted.
Haushoun did not do much as Secretary of State, there was not much to do under President Jones.  President Jones' presidency ended with a very quite presidency, congress did most of the drama and work. States Rights was growing to be an unruly issue. Congress at this point approved each states' law, some states passed "Declarations of Nullification" declaring they do not have to follow the federal government if it does something unconstitutional. Congress was trying to make sure an even number of states supported and opposed nullification. Haushoun briefly thought of retiring to her beautiful plantation in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Dogwood Hill but that thought vanished from her mind as soon as Haushoun heard of the drama going on in the senate. Re-elected to the Senate, Haushoun did not hesitate to help out with the reforms. The 16th amendment- Income Tax, and the 17th Amendment- direct election of senators were both repealed and hit the graveyard of repealed amendments because of Senator Haushoun. Much of the programs implemented in the 20th century- Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security among them were abolished by the Senate as well, because of the growing states rights movement. These programs either disappeared or were a state responsibility. The Pro-Life amendment was trying to get passed federally, to abolish abortion in all states, most of the union- 40 states to be exact have abolished abortion already.  The budget was balanced and more states and individuals were free to choose. All the national parks were sold and given to the states to pay off the debt.  The social programs were not gone, but they were given to the states. The states rights movement was not approved by all, a large group in America resented it.  Freedom was the slogan of Senator Haushoun--- she hated excessive rules and regulations, and would give anything for freedom. She worked herself to the limits, emerged in politics. For freedom was her reason, she was going to never give up. Senator Haushoun took the senate floor and began speaking; ““This fight for political freedom is long and hard, but the reward at the end will be worth it. So many have given up and lost hope, but hope is still there. I do not fear for myself, I’m content and at ease. I love America and do not want any harm to befall her, I cannot stop now. Citizens, when I die you must take up my fight I beg of you. This is my one request- for the citizens always to be vigilant and always keep a guard on our freedoms, lest they be taken away. Children shall be trained in learning about freedoms and liberties. America shall be a happy union. May others take this place I have filled someday for the name of freedom.” “Jones did not seek re-election, she retired to her home in Maine. During the next election cycle Danielle Jlay ran for president, against Michael Polk of California.  Polk was a huge proponent of expansion, and encouraged immigrants to come to the United States and populate the West. This may have been Danielle's chance to finally win the presidency! Polk also was strongly opposed to Danielle's amendments having all states approve national laws.  Polk won, beating Danielle by a few votes. "I'd rather be right then get elected to the presidency!" Danielle said. She would now rather lose the presidential election, if it meant sacrificing her views to win.  Danielle Jlay approached the Senate and announced her retirement, until "duty calls." As she was leaving Senator Emily Haushoun stood up and extended her hand, Danielle just embraced Emily.  Haushoun retired also--- but that only lasted a month, she discovered she was re-nominated by the South Carolina Legislator to return to the Senate.  Senator Haushoun agreed with Polk on expanding states rights, Senator McDonald did not. McDonald eloquently spoke against them on the senate floor. A few years later, Danielle Jlay was renominated to the Senate. The Great Triumvirate reigned once more!
The election brought in newer, younger members of the senate. Senators Tabby Supples, Rachel Midland, Cara Millson, Hailey Ruffin, Andrew Robertson, and Allee Sumner were elected.   One man, Nicholas Garrison published a paper called “The Massachusetts Times”  this paper was filled with vehement anti- states rights language.  Ryan McWebster, although opposed to nullification openly denounced Garrison’s paper.

(introduce him)

Garrison didn’t give up though, his repulsive language greatly offended the states favoring states rights. Over time, the states in the South, Mid-Atlantic, and Mid-West favored nullification and states rights. While states in New England and the West Coast favored a centralized government.  This issue, has been debated since the days of old, but due to the intense emotions on both side, and the fading off influence of the compromisers… war was nearly inevitable.
Emily Haushoun earned a reputation as an "intense thinker", a true lover of intellectual discourse as were the other two members of the triumvirate. She was a strong champion of states rights and nullification, although Hausheer would secede if provoked. Senator Haushoun published a "Discourse" laying out her theories of government, this energized the states rights side, as Senator McWebster gave eloquent speeches about keeping the union together.
As the new, younger voices came through changes happened.       The union was divided, a compromise needed to be hammered out.    The issue that tore the union apart was, nullification--still. 
The Great Triumvirate served their remaining days in the Senate. Although they each wanted to retire, they decided it was their duty to stay.

Polk pushed through and enforced these new changes, leaving entitlement to the states, leaving national parks to the states. He greatly eliminated much of the work done in the 20th century, America was back to it's routes.   Polk accomplished so much work, after he left office he died of a heartattack.

The next presidential election nominated Matthew Taylor as the candidate for one party, opposing Philip Case of the other party. Taylor and Case ran against each other, both were heroes in the war. Taylor won the election. With Taylor's victory convened the new legislative session, the old senators fading into the past and a new younger generation taking their place. Haushoun, Jlay and McWebster have served for slightly over a half-century. 

At this point, despite all the progress-- states still needed laws approved by the 14th amendment. Many states decided to nullify the 14th amendment, however there needed to be an even number of states nullifying the 14th amendment. Congress needed to make sure the balance was not off.  Maine wanted to nullify it, therefore another state needed to approve it. No other state wanted to approve the 14th amendment, this resulted in troubles.

Danielle Jlay had a feeling this issue will tear apart the Union so she proposed a compromise; "Maine will allow nullification, no states below the Mason-Dixon line can forbid nullification however. No state above the mason-dixon line other then Maine can allow it." 
Ryan McWebster leaned on his cane and arose; "This may cost me the election, Massachusetts and Maine and very interlinked and one of them allowing something the other will not will not go over will. However, I feel it is the right thing to do in order to save the union." Ryan made his stance.

Jlay needed Haushoun's stance, but Haushoun was absent. Jlay knew just where to look, she walked down to Capitol Hill's Boarding House and creaked open the door to Room 102. Senator Haushoun was bent over her desk writing away. "Emily?"  the senator looked up "Danielle? how nice to see you."
"I'm here because I have a compromise."
"I have heard."
"It's your approval I want."
Senator Haushoun looked towards the floor, "I'm afraid, I can not give it. It will divide the union in two."
"The union is already divided, I'm trying to keep it together."
"I'm sorry, I can't."

Jlay knew this compromise would be lost without the South.  She needed it past though.

The next day, Senator Haushoun decided she would vote in favor of the compromise, if it preserved the union even for a few more years."

She was too weak to leave the room, suffering from Consumption however she forced herself out and arrived through the backdoor of the Senate chamber. Two younger senators helped Haushoun into her seat.

Danielle was speaking; "I may not have much longer to compromise. It's up to you, i've been diagnosed with tuberculosis. This is my last effort to bring peace to the union. My honorable colleague Senator Haushoun objected to the...."

Grabbing the chair by the arms Senator Haushoun; "The Senator from South Carolina approves."
Turning around Danielle's eyes filled with tears, as did the entire gallery. The compromise was approved.
Danielle returned to her senate office coughing veraciously. Danielle gasped for air, nothing was coming. She suddenly fell on the floor grasping for air. Clutching her heart, Danielle felt palpitations. Danielle closed her brown eyes I’m ready after 50 years in the senate, this may have been her time to go home. Danielle weakly uttered a phrase “for the union!” and expired. Reporter Christine Brown ran into the office frantically and saw the body. Christine bent towards the body and saw the great Senator Jlay was no more, Christine started crying. Jlay’s funeral was held the following day, her body lay in the senate chamber in her finest green dress. The whole union was mourning the loss of their compromiser. Danielle Jlay was buried in Kentucky, under a tombstone that read “the union forever and always.”

Senator Haushoun was still working in the senate. “Senator!” Dr. Wheels ran up to her “your health is not as resolute as in youth, you have consumption. Surely, you cannot go on like this! You must retire and let somebody else take your place?” Senator Haushoun looked at the doctor and gave him a face; “retire? How could I think of such nonsense when our rights are being threatened still, I must remain- my own life is not what matters at all. I’m the leader of the nullifiers, the people depend on me. I’m the citizen’s voice and can not think of letting them down. It is my duty to remain in office no matter what. I love Dogwood Hill Plantation, I spent years trying to make that place beautiful. I cannot however return to my plantation and consider an idol life. Liberty is what I stand for, equality- for the unborn have more of a voice than they used to but that is still not enough. America is who I’m engaged to, I made that choice long ago and there is no returning no going back. How could I be silent at a time like this? I cannot. For we have too much at stake during this time. Freedom is at stake, the union is being torn in two. We must keep fighting, surrender is nothing. For the future will be bright once all humans shape our political environment to ensure that our essential rights and liberties shall live on long past our own lives.” Senator Haushoun still looked quite young, easily could be mistaken on appearances as being 10 years younger than she already was. Time seems not to have touched her, for when she entered the senate she looked about 5 years younger than her age. Her sea green eyes still revealed the depths of nullification and she was seen by many as the fight and struggle for liberty personified. Senator Haushoun however contracted consumption, all was not well. The doctor left, Senator Haushoun was going to remain in the political fight no matter what was thrown at her. She was advised to rest that day- but Senator Haushoun knew no such thing. Packing her senate papers Haushoun was off to the senate chamber. The senate chamber was full that day, crowds of citizens were packing the gallery in numbers that have not been seen since the 1800s. Haushoun the senator from South Carolina took the floor; “Citizens!” her voice still boomed loudly across the senate chamber capturing every ear in sight; “Now is a time in history of great choices. Our rights and liberties are at stake, the federal government is trying to chip away on rights such as freedom of speech, the press is being moderated as more and more radical opinions appear. This is wrong, I may not agree with these radicals but they have just as much of a right to speech as I do standing before you today citizens. When I was young I always knew the importance of our American values, I believe God gave us natural rights that no government should take away. If a government tries to take away these rights, the people must remove these officials from office. “ Haushoun cletched her fist- her stubbornness was getting in the way again, her consumption was worsening- she had to continue though, America was greater than her life. Haushoun’s idealism sometimes blinded her to the critical state of the union, but she was not so far idealistic she did not see that these United States were in the middle of crumbling. She was a strong and powerful leader, citizens naturally looked to her- and she was going to use what she had in her to save the union. “Citizens!” Haushoun started the speech again, this time looking at every member of the senate and gallery. The old and young were there, women and men, every race was represented. “these United States may be very diverse but we have something in common- we all love liberty and believe the people can govern themselves best locally. This has been part of our culture since the first American Revolution in 1775. The union is at stake of being dissolved. I plead for liberty and equality more now than at any other point! Equality my friends means every citizen has a voice and every citizen has a right to live. I’m talking about the unborn here, we cannot claim to be for equality and forget about them. Liberty means that we all can govern ourselves and we have rights such as freedom of speech, freedom of assembly, freedom of the press, freedom of religion, freedom of political belief. Citizens! Now is the time for reform. Citizens! the future is going to be bright, but we must get past these dismal clouds.” Haushoun stopped and had trouble breathing, she could physically not go on. Haushoun leaned against the wall, (make sure you’re not repeating) Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina, and Tabitha Harrison of Virginia ran to her side “Senator!” Saint-Just was on the verge of crying for the one figure he admired in the senate. Haushoun looked at the entire senate, her sea green eyes filled with hope; “May others take my fight up when I’m no longer able. I shall speak with every breath I have in me for liberty and freedom. I cannot stop now, it would be a crime against my calling. I may be the leader of this fraction, but my death hould not hinder the fight. If I die others must take my place. “ At this moment Senator Haushoun’s spirit passed on into the great light. One of the most influential leaders of the nullifiers was gone and in heaven. The whole chamber stood shocked. Her body was taken into the senate anteroom as they prepared her for the state funeral that was to follow. The senator’s finest overcoat was worn, the very same one she wore when standing up to the late President Dickinson. Senator Haushoun’s coffin lay in state for millions to see. A long line of citizens filed past the coffin, each with their own impression. The senator’s final speech weighed heavy on everybody’s heart. South Carolina under a large tombstone describing her dream for America. “I can’t believe she is gone…” Senator McWebster said after delivering an eulogy. McWebster was aging, his brown hair had turned totally white, his blue eyes still had a spark of youth. McWebster looked up at the tombstone; “I may not have agreed with you on everything senator, but I shall keep fighting.” Peter Saint-Just without his mentor looked confused, how was the senate to go on without Senator Haushoun, tears filled his brown eyes- how could somebody sacrifice so much, down to their very life for “liberty?” such an abstract idea.  The citizens filled out of the cemetery. Most of the mourners had a South Carolina cockade on their left side. The streets of Charleston was flocked in deep mourning, just as the streets of Louisville Kentucky were a few months earlier. A new era was dawning shortly, this era was going to arrive whether the citizens wanted it or not. Just like the transition days from the revolution, the new generation was going to rise. The future was coming.

November of that same year Ryan McWebster was working at his campaign headquarters. “McWebster!” David White the campaign manager came in “many citizens are starting to adapt more towards radical abolition of abortion politics. Your policy of gradually wanning out the institution is considered to be too moderate by many. Do you have any thoughts on this? You must radicalize your position in order to win.” McWebster looked over at his manager and gave a frown. “I have been in office for 50 years. I have never had to compromise my position and the people trusted me just fine. I’m no leader and not one to step too much into the radical side bravely. I’d prefer a quite home life to be honest, but when freedom and the people call I should answer. If it is the people’s will that I shall not retake my senate seat I’m fine with returning to Marshfield to be honest. I cannot lie about my stance for voters to like me.” McWebster finished and White left the room annoyed that McWebster did not accept his advice. McWebster sat in the victory party, American flags were waving and crowds of citizens gathered curious at the results of this interesting race. The count was made- Ryan McWebster lost his reelection to Allee Sumner. “The people have spoken, it is their will that I shall not retake my seat. This is fine with me, I’m perfectly content. I never was a leader, I always wanted to help. If my time is over, I’m content with that. Thank you for your support it means so much to me that you have stood with me through all this time. Through the good times and the bad times you have stood by me and listened to my call. Thank you for helping me in this race. My plans for the future involve retiring to my farm named Marshfield in western Massachusetts and hopefully living a quiet unassuming life of a country farmer. Thank you so much for your support, thank you for giving me 50 years to serve as the United States Senator from Massachusetts. God bless you, and God bless America!” Ryan ended his speech and removed his specticles. The crowd applauded, it was Ryan’s time to retire and live a quiet life that he dreamt of. Ryan’s car pulled up at an old brown house. The house was two levels tall, a typical New England farmhouse. The shutters of the farmhouse were brown, and the yard was large and expansive. A creek ran by the farmhouse with a little footbridge over the creek. Ryan walked out of his old blue car that he owned during his senate years. Ryan opened the door of his farmhouse and was greeted by the scent of a wood fire. Ryan McWebster sat by the fire and closed his eyes- memories flooded him. The British were attacking American ships! Two beautiful young ladies in the senate speaking out against this injustice and atrocity. One of the Senators with long brown hair and laughing brown eyes, another with long dark blond hair, sea green eyes, youthful looks and a strong voice. Fire! New York City was torched by the British, the citizens ran. Eventually the British surrendered and the Americans won this war. Next was a tall red headed figure where a mob of his supporters followed him everywhere. A White House inauguration party which seemed more like a mob of hungry peasants overran the White House. Dawning of the May 6^th so called “revolution.” Looking at a map of the United States and believing in the vague ideals of “unity” and “patriotism.” Surely some men who believed in the union were going to win the day. At this same night in different places throughout the union so much happened. Late night meetings and compromises in the Committee of Public Safety, in an abandoned building in New York a desperate politician trying to save her seat, on a table of the Rutledge Street Café perhaps a powerful young leader stood and pled for equality and liberty, a president also this night faced the choice of enforcing the letter of the law. This revolution ended in peace as the young idealistic leader was a rational revolutionary if there ever was one. The New York politician becoming involved in a scandal, suspicion and paranoia became prominent that day. So many people flooded his memory, his 85 years have been very good years. His companions and colleagues were among the finest that these United States had ever seen. Oh what glorious days they were! How McWebster hoped young schoolchildren would one day read about these stories and become as excited as the citizens during these intense days of passions and tension. Ryan looked out the window, it was a very rainy day the ominous clouds lingered on the horizon. McWebster decided to take his horse for a ride, he needed some exercise that he was used to getting along the streets of Washington DC alone. Ryan walked out the window and nodded to his wife Celeste. Celeste was an overweight woman and not very attractive, yet Ryan loved her. Celeste sat down on the brown couch to attend to some knitting. Ryan mounted his black horse and rode through the yard, all of a sudden something happened. The horse slipped on a rock, Ryan lost grip of the reigns. Ryan fell to the ground and hit his head on the rocks below. Celeste ran out to her husband and picked him up on to her sholdiers. Ryan was still breathing as Celeste carried him inside the house. Ryan looked at Celeste and smiled, the two shared a glance. “Celeste, I’m sorry. I have spent so long in public life, I wish I could have spent every day with you.” Ryan said. “But my love, I would have been disappointed if you deserted politics just to be with me. My love, you did what you believed was right and I shall always love you for that. Nothing that happens can take that away form me.” Celeste defended herself. “Celeste, the light is coming. I feel confident, I’m reaching the enternal kingdom. My dear, do not fear for me- for I shall be living in peace and harmony. My life has been very blessed, I have had the best wife I could ask for and did what I can for the union. My fate is in the hands of providence. I feel the times are changing, a storm is coming- but something tells me our ship of these United States shall live through this storm and we shall prevail. However I hope not at the cost of thousands of young men. Celeste, I love you- I always will love you. I cannot bear to be apart from you, but I trust you to shall join me in heaven someday where we shall be without pain and suffering. An era of happiness and prosperity shall pursue forever.” Ryan died looking at Celeste (INTRODUCE CELESTE WAY AHEAD OF TIME), she cried and held his body tight. The following day a small funeral was arranged. Fitting for Ryan who although a great orator, was not too fond of the public light but preferred his Massachusetts farm. The coffin was placed into the ground and one of the most remarkable American citizens was dead. the whole union was mourned him as well.

Now the last member of the great triumvirate was dead, and America was going into an uncertain future. The dark clouds that Ryan McWebster predicted were rolling in on the horizon. The powerful triumvirate of Haushoun, Jlay and McWebster influenced the shape of American politics in this part of the century greatly.

Now a new class of leaders were rising up to the call, and heading their passions. Peter Saint-Just, the tall handsome leader with long brown hair and brown eyes, fair skin, a red nullification sash around his waist, a tall hat with tri-colored feathers in it.  Peter Saint-Just was passionate, brave and daring. Saint-Just was also a deep admirer of Senator Haushoun and her views on politics. Saint-Just grew up as a homeschooled student very much similar upbringing as the members of the Great Triumvirate. Saint-Just believed that everybody shared his ideas and that those who did not were in a state of denial. Of course, nullification was logically proven in Saint-Just’s mind- therefore how could anybody disagree with him?  Saint-Just went to an elite college that was a tad on the snooty side, and Saint-Just was thrown out because he felt they were discriminating against conservatives. Saint-Just was always a defender of the downtrodden and oppressed of the land. He was their friend and ally. Saint-Just was also in a way a more radical version of Senator Haushoun. Haushoun shouted “nullficiation!” while Saint-Just believed now was the time for secession, for South Carolina to finally engage in revolution. Saint-Just was a good man also, he was never bribed and nobody ever would think of bribing him. Even those who disagreed with Saint-Just and found him to be an annoying fanatic could not deny his purity. Saint-Just was critical of this though, for he was a sinner just as everybody else. He saw no reason to take bribes because he wanted the citizens to trust him, and God to be proud of him. Allee Millsap was another figure from this era. She was strongly pro-life, as was Saint-Just and most figures of this era. Allee wanted abortion abolished immediately with no compromise. For life is too important of a political and moral issue to be compromised on. Allee Millsap spoke for the most passionate defenders of the pro-life movement. She was feared and hated by the other side. Haley Ruffin was strongly pro-choice, but had a troubled childhood full of confusion and worry.  Cara Millson was a moderate and level-headed young leader. Many others were rising up and filling shoes of the old statesmen that passed on into heaven. This union was growing also, but with growing population meant more disunity. Romanticism was coming back in style during this era. Many citizens believed their way was the only right way to solve the nation’s problems. Because of this many tensions increased and these United States became even more polarized. Where shall this problem end? nobody seemed to know. Passions raged in a temper not seen since for hundreds of years. Music played loudly, sides were drawn.
Clouds were coming, although the younger voices may not have seen it... the union was about to face a huge struggle.  Will the Union stay together?

The untimely hour has arrived my friends, I wish I could stop it.... Senator Haushoun led the fight for states rights-- strongest proponent they had, Senator McWebster for a national union-- strongest proponent they had, and Senator Jlay was the great compromiser. While all three stood true to principle, they learned when to compromise.  yet we can not live forever. It is all in the hands of you, and providence.  We are passing the torch, handle it with wisdom. - Senators Hausheer, Jack and McDonald in a letter to the young leaders



After serving for well over a half century, the Great Triumvirate eventually became part of history and passed on. They served for so long, Americans could not remember a time without them... they may have well been immortal.  With this action, the new members of congress were lost.  The triumvirate had a way of keeping their strong opinions and finding time for compromise, but the new generation was all or nothing.


Senator Allee Millsap summed this up as she sung about the death of "compromise";

My senator's views
Was too large for the House
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
they were taller by half
Than the senator herself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
they was bought on the morn
Of the day that she had won
they were always her treasure and pride;

But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
  fiftyyears without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.

In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while young;
And in childhood and manhood
The union seemed to know,
And share both his grief and his joy.
And it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming Vice President;

Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
  the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.

  The Triumvirate said
That of those they could hire,
Not a constituency so faithful he found;
For they wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week compromise.
And they kept in its place,
Not a frown upon their face,
And compromise never hung by its side.

But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.
fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
  compromise life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.


Sumter rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that the spirit
Was pluming his flight,
That untimely hour had come.
Still the compromise kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.


After a period of mourning for the triumvirate, the new leaders adjusted. Young senators and congressmen, without the wisdom of the triumvirate. “We will secede from the union if our demands are not met!” shouted Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina shouted, "You will secede, over my dead body!" replied Jonathan White, Senator from Massachusetts. "I do not want you, or anybody else telling me what to do!" Peter indignantly shot. The Senator from Minnesota Hailey Ruffin stood up from the back row. Peter Saint-Just sat in the back row at Senator Haushoun’s old seat. Saint-Just had long chestnut brown hair, an oval shaped face, and beautiful blue eyes. Saint-Just always wore a black overcoat, a red nullification sash, and his top hat which bore the nullification cockade and a red feather. Saint-Just was a deep admirer of Senator Haushoun, he practically worshipped the grounds that she had sat on. Saint- Just was the extreme representation of Haushoun’s ideas, a nullifier in its purest incorruptible form. Ruffin flung aside her long, straggly dark brown hair and the most piercing pair of ice blue eyes.  "You southerners have no right to boss me around anymore, I'm going to live my own life. I don't need rules, restrictions regulations or anything else governing me. I'm an individual, I do not need you."  Born in 2006, hence bridging the era between the "Compromise Generation" and the "Fireeater Generation", Ruffin most certainly was more inline with the fireeaters, she would not compromise for anything. Ruffin was born into a wealthy family in Prince George County, Virginia. She was used to getting what she wanted, the only child of a wealthy government worker.  Now that she was older Hailey Ruffin was a stanch unionist, she believed that the union should remain strong and institutions such as abortion were a positive good in society, she was going to be the first to fire on Fort Manning. The reason was when she was very young President Dickinson's troops attempted to march across Virginia to invade South Carolina--- a move that was stopped by Senators Haushoun and Jlay.   The family mansion in Virginia was raided by a group of unruly soldiers, and Ruffin was never to trust the federal government again.
Tabitha Rhett showed her face again, although older then most of the fire-eaters, Tabitha was still alive and still full of fire. "We need to form our own country!" the South Carolina senator exclaimed.

President Lewis Pleasure laughed off the thought of South Carolina seceding; "what can I do to stop it?" Lewis said. Lewis Pleasure was an interesting character, tall and handsome with dark blue eyes-- a ladies man indeed.  He won by a landslide for the Democrat Party, however Lewis could not lead.  Lewis was prone to drinking, and strived only to please others.


The South was growing discontented with the North, part of this steamed from the tariffs and taxes Senator Hausheer was mad about back in the day.  The North loved tariffs, yet the South was opposed to them.  Now that Senator Hausheer, Senator Jack and Senator McDonald were no longer around to cool the tempers, the crises blew out of control. Senator James Beauford of Delaware even drew up his own flag and claimed that Delaware will secede.

TV programs in the North painted the South as evil, and in the South painted the North as evil.   New Jersey right on both sides of the Mason-Dixon drew criticism from both sides, as it was free and fair gain for the North and the South. Pennsylvanians were painted as hillbillies, South Carolinians were rebellious teenagers... according to these shows that spread lies and propaganda about the other states. (telling)

Besides taxes, the other issue was states rights.  Senator Haushoon (name) believed in the unique philosophy of states rights, anything not granted specifically to the federal government should be granted to the states and the people, likewise states can ignore any federal laws they wanted and if it came to severe circumstances she called "untimely" secession was alright.  Senator Jack took a moderate position, and Senator McDonald believed somewhat in states rights, but believed they were shared with the federal government and should listen to what the federal courts had to say. He frowned upon nullification and secession.  


These Senator's philosophies influenced their respective regions, and long after their passing influenced the new generation.


states on the boarder of the North and South, was a big target however for everybody to fight over. Both sides tried to  move to these states to get these states to have more electorial votes. One day, a terrible action happened...

(telling)

Lawrence Humphrey, a fanatic caught wind of this. Humphrey traveled to Kentucky-- one of these boarder states and ruthlessly slaughtered all states rights supporters he could find.  Humphrey drew the irate anger of states rights supporters in the South, and the disgust of the moderate and regular Northerners. 
Andrew White openly on the senate floor, apologized for the horrifying actions some in his party have committed.  Senator Allee Millsap- also of Massachusetts had a thing or two to say about Humprey's actions, but it soon turned into a speech on how certain senators caused it. she pointed out Senator Andrea Butler of Maryland, who was not in the room at the time.  Andrea Butler's niece however- Bridgette Edgefield- a congresswoman from Maryland's third district was watching from the gallery and heard everything.

Edgefield was angry at such an uproarious speech, and planned her revenge.  Early one June morning, Senator Millsap was alone in the Senate chamber, Edgefield appointed his colleagues, three congressmen-- one from Tennessee, one from Georgia and one from Virginia; to guard the door.  Stephan raised his cane and hit Millsap. Eventually help came, Senators Andrew White and Rachel Midland barged through the group of men and rescued Millsap  The country was outraged to hear of this attack. Yet, some fanatics on Edgefield's side sent him canes that read; "Hit him again!"

Millsap spent months in recuperation and undergoing treatments, she did recover. Millsap was reelected and served the senate. Bridgette Edgefield (make sure to use correct pronoun) was also reelected, but contracted tuberculosis and died at the age of 31. Andrea Butler died also-- but of old age. 

Election season was brewing, the South selected Senator Carly McLean to run for their candidate. Rachel Midland and others were furious they nominated McLean.  Carley was a moderate from southern Illinois, they wanted somebody stronger they wanted...  Governor Ashley C. Beaufort from North Carolina. Beaufort was a strong supporter of southern rights, and would make the perfect choice.  Senator John Bazewell from Virginia was angry at the establishment's choice, yet ran himself as the third party candidate.  The North on the otherhand nominated former Senator Andrew Robertson of Illinois. He was not in office long, and lost reelection to McLean. Robertson was kindly, and had a reputation for honesty. He stood up for southern Senator Emily Hausheer of South Carolina when President Dickinson went after her.  Robertson was just the man to unite the North and South!  

"Robertson and Liberty!" played loud and clear throughout election night. Senator Rachel Midland of South Carolina threatened secession if Andrew was elected as he was not a strong supporter of states rights.



To the tune of "Lincoln and Liberty";

Hurrah for the choice of the nation
Our chieftain so brave and so true
We'll go for the great reformation
For Andrew and liberty, too

We'll go for the son of Illinois
The hero of America through
The pride of the person, so lucky
For Andrew and liberty, too

They'll find what by felling and mauling

Our rail-maker statesman can do
For the people are everywhere calling
For Andrew and liberty, too

Then up with the banner so glorious
The star-spangled red, white and blue
We'll fight 'til our banner's victorious
For Andrew and liberty, too

The votes were tallied;





Senator John Bazewell of Virginia- 10%

Governor Ashley C. Beaufort of North Carolina-20%Senator Carley McLean of Illinois- 30%
Senator Andrew Robertson of Illinois- 40%


Since the States Rights people divided their vote between Bazewell, Beaufort and McLean it gave Robertson a clear victory.


On the steps of the South Carolina Capitol in Columbia, Rachel Midland preached secession to a rebellion-hungry crowd one uproarious evening. "Now is not the time to submit to the iron rule of the North! Now is the time to form our own country!!!" the crowd echoed; "Secession!!!!!!"  On the streets of Charleston, Greenville, Anderson, and each major city in South Carolina crowds gathered in arenas listening to the same type of speeches. Forgetting the warning from the triumvirate so many years ago about the; "untimely hour."  They took things into their own hands, and by unanimous consent... South Carolina seceded.

South Carolina was followed by; Georgia, Alabama, Florida, Mississippi, Louisiana, and North Carolina. 
The Deep South declared itself independent.  Robertson refused to remove the federal troops stationed at Fort Sumter, in the middle of the night South Carolina troops fired on Sumter.... war had begun.

When the Upper South heard what happened immediately; Virginia seceded.  Maryland and Delaware, still part of the South wanted to secede but were hesitating.



President Cara Millson of South Carolina was the reluctant president of the Confederacy. She was a great admirer of Senator Haushoun and wished secession had never happened. However it happened, and Millson could not raise her arm against South Carolina.  Millson wanted to make peace with Robertson and the North.  General James Roberts was the Confederacy's choice--- a Virginian, who also was opposed to secession yet could not turn against Virginia.  The North choose Michael Judson as their general.  These two met at Newark, Delaware, and the North was caught off guard by how strong the South was.  

The War of Northern Aggression was about to take a twist, the South started building factories and conducting surprise attacks. They marched up through New Jersey, and the state immediately seceded, followed by Delaware and Maryland. The Upper South was out. Robertson sent troops out West to cut the Confederacy in half, and set a blockade around the coast.

Pennsylvania was a stronghold for the North, mountainous and rough terrain... they had a good strategic point.  The South could not invade Pennsylvania not matter how hard they tried. Connecticut and Rhode Island both fell to the South, eventually Kentucky did as well.  Robertson had enough, he sent troops to invade New Jersey, the South evacuating from New Jersey burned the state behind them. The South decided to burn New York City to the ground.The North had enough, New Hampshire, Maine and Vermont fell to the Confederacy. The North still held; Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and a few states in the West. (telling)
The Final Battle
It happened to be that the South took over the West.  West Virginia, and Pennsylvania were the only Northern states standing. DC was standing, and heavily guarded with troops. The North made for one last push, marching to Virginia. Robertson though stopped this; "It is unnecessary to have anymore bloodshed, brother fighting against brother.  I favor putting an end to the rebellion, but we are clearly outnumbered." West Virginia fill to the Confederacy, Pennsylvania soon followed. Young Olivia Prescott was out of her farmhouse exploring, she did not want to remain cooped up all day. Olivia heard the soldiers and ran towards the fight while in her play dress. Before Olivia knew it the battle was getting closer; “Daddy!!!” Olivia screamed as she saw her dad Robert Grey commanding troops for the North. This little girl was foolish, who in the right mind would put herself in so much danger. Such a young life would be tragic to lose though, she never knew any better. Peter Saint-Just rode his white horse into the front lines, through the smoke and the fire Saint-Just heard a scream, young Olivia was trying to get to her father in time because she wanted to be with him. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, Saint-Just rode towards her in an attempt to rescue. Olivia saw Saint-Just’s southern uniform and froze in fright, a southern soldier had his gun aimed towards her. Saint-Just seeing this leapt in front of the soldier pushing Olivia into the bushes Saint Just felt a pain in his chest. “Run!” he screamed to the civilian who ran into the woods, Saint-Just’s brown eyes grew hazy he looked up to see the most marvelous light he had ever seen. Christ was reaching out with open arms, Saint-Just knew Christ since he was a little boy. Since youth Saint-Just admired and was in awe of how through Christ’s sacrifice we will have eternal peace and liberty, Saint-Just never set out to do that but wanted to be a Christ like example for others. For the first time in his life Peter Saint-Just was at perfect peace. He closed his eyes and went closer to the light, to freedom, to heaven.

The battlefield was riddled in disaster, bodies were everywhere, young women went through the bodies weeping. The old and young women all wearing black walking in between the rows of bodies. The smoke still held heavily in the air, thousands of young men never to see again. Thousands of living scared for life during this horrible conflict called the “civil war.” Peter Saint-Just’s body lay spread out with the rest, his nullification sash around his waist and a peaceful expression of content that he rarely bore in life. The war was over.

President Cara Millson arranged a meeting with President Andrew Robertson, so different yet so alike. Both were chosen to lead their country, both were humble, and neither wanted the war. Cara made Andrew her Vice President in hope to unite the union again. All the states were together again, although not in a way they excepted. The secessionists were humbled by the crises, and eventually were able to bring themselves to compromise.  The rules will be the same way they were right after the American Revolution that Jenaye White and Thomas Warren set up so long ago. The states rights doctrine was a combination between Hausheer's, Jack's and McDonald's--- although conflicting, they realized Hausheer's point- states need rights and can nullify federal laws, McDonald's point- we can not just secede, and Jack's point that compromise is necessary.

Ruffin was bitter and nothing was going to hide that fact. This system she thought up all her life- gone! All gone in a very bloody four years of conflict. The Civil War was over, and the North lost fair and square. There was no way in the near future the North that Ruffin loved so well was going to ever be prominent, they will live as slaves to the South- in Ruffin’s view. Ruffin was enraged at this, she did not want to bow to anybody and never wanted to submit to anybody. Ruffin was never going to admit she could be wrong about anything, she would rather die than be wrong. Ruffin’s pride was injured but now it was broken. There is no more dangerious state of a proud individual than being totally broken and without God.  All but in the background came Hailey Ruffin, upon hearing the North and South made peace, and the North was not to treated like an enemy country Ruffin was enraged. Ruffin marched up to her mansion. The mansion was dilapidated and burnt from the ravages of war. The troops spent a few nights in here and treated the place like dirt. Heroes like the deceased Peter Saint-Just was praised, while the loosing side was treated like dust. Ruffin was not one to accept defeat, but neither was she a conformist. Ruffin will win either way, or so she thought. Ruffin’s thinking process was not normal, but after her hard life- whose would be? Ruffin walked up the worn steps of her mansion, she looked out one of the walls which once was pure glass but the glass was now all broken. Ruffin wrapped herself in the South's battleflag and committed suicide.   (describe how she killed herself) Although there wasn't Ruffin to worry about anymore, other Southerners like Ruffin wanted a "no compromise" and wanted to get back at the North for the "wrongs" the North committed.  (okay, it’s okay not to like her, but make your readers not like her)
Reconstruction was going to be tough, everybody knew it. The union was together again, and they were going to pick up the pieces where they left off. 

It was the night of April 13^th and President Millson was going to the theater to see a play called “Our Mostly American Aunt.” The  theater was packed and Millson sat in a booth facing right towards the stage. A young actress in black- Mary Booth was lurking behind the presidential pew. Mary was from Maine and very bitter over the northern defeat. (dialogue) Mary worked for the northern army, and watched three of her brothers get shot down in the bloody Battle of Leesburg. Mary wanted revenge, she took out her pistol and aimed. (don’t repeat yourself) Silently Mary approached President Millson and fired shouting “long live the North!” The audience gasped and was totally not expecting anything like that happening. People were screaming to get out of the theater, within the chaos Mary Booth (change last name) stuck out through the back door and was never seen again. “Ms. President!” Allee Summers screamed and hugged the president’s body. Millson was barely breathing but still alive. The ambulance came and rushed Millson to the hospital. This was the first (adjective) assassination attempt in 200 years.

            The walls of the entire hospital were stark white, the nation was at a stand still. Summers held Millsons’ hand.

President Millson looked into Summer’s eyes and squeezed her land. Summers pleaded “President Millson, please live! We need you to guide us into the reconstruction! Without you I do not know where these United States would be. You brought up through this great Civil War to victory. Now we are a broken nation that needs to be strong again as we once were before the storm.” Millson gave a smile “but I hear in the distance the citizens of heaven, our heroes from the revolution and antebellum eras are already up there. Our brave men and women such as Saint-Just who fought in this war and are no longer with us, most of them are up there. Heaven is where all those believers live in happiness, I don’t want to die but God has a time for all of us. If it is my time…” Millson closed her eyes and ascended into the light. “No!” Summers fill weeping at the president’s body like a little child. April 13^th at 10:00 PM President Millson was no more. The nation wept and mourned for their president. With the death of an official so sudden and tragic, a nation may not know where to go. Millson’s vice president was a woman named Brittany Peterson of Connecticut. Brittany grew up well to do. Brittany had red hair, was on the heavier size and had brown eyes. Brittany being from the North was probably going to be tender on the northern states during reconstruction.

The impoverished people of the losing side--- Northeastern United States with help from Tony were finally free from the system of debt and poverty when they learned they needed to get off of the government and use their own common sense. Streets were crowded with citizens that had no work. Soup kitchens were packed to the maximum limit, thousands of citizens were starving and begging for even a small morsal to eat. This was the North- East of the United States. After a bloody civil war, the South East of the United States won with their superior economy and technology, and now both sides were hurting but neither was hurting as much as the north. The South eventually took over the North which was not able to take care of itself, and now the United States were one union again.  On the Civil Rights side of things- Abortion was now illegal. Equality was finally allowed, all citizens had a right to be born and a right to live. Citizens in the North however did not have the quality of life that existed in the South.

(telling)

Out of the ashes young Olivia Prescott grew to be a strong, determined woman. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembers a day as a young girl running out into the field to find her father- Olivia’s life was speared by a southern gentleman with a tall hat and a nullification sash. This gentleman fell to the ground and his eyes took on a glazed appearance. Olivia never knew his name and at the young age of six did not understand. In later years Olivia discovered this man was possibly Peter Saint- Just, a South Carolina statesman who died during the fighting.  Olivia paused for a somber moment, she changed very much since the young girl who ran out to find her father. Olivia was about 30 years old at this point, had long auburn hair and brown eyes. Olivia was quite soft spoken, and very gentle towards all. She had a curiosity about her, always trying to find solutions to problems. Olivia walked up to her apartment. Olivia’s apartment was very sparse with very few furniture, most in the North were not able to afford much of anything.

(2010s)

Into the Light of Heaven

James Desmoulins looked up and brushed aside a long piece of graying brown hair. His sea green eyes looked around the lonely senate chamber.  Desmoulins was growing weak and frail, eyes remembered a finer time than this. He was nearing death, and it was time for a new generation to take over and carry on his torch. James grasped the hand of an angel and what he saw was the thousands of patriots in the past who created the history of these United States cheering him on. All of them were at eternal peace but have accomplished their duty for the future and for posterity.  It was the future’s turn to take his torch and through this dark era of American history, carry America into the future. Onward to the 22^nd century! The future was full of uncertainty but one thing remained- their faith in God, the American individualism nature and the lessons of history guiding the way to make America a better place. Through the treacherous time when Thomas Warren stood up to King Arnold and demanded our rights shall be free, Young Charity Klicka at the beginning of the century watching young gentlemen dump goods into the harbor, America watching in horror and interest as young Julie Rosspier shouted ‘to arms!’ , idealistic Emily Haushoun standing on the table of a café defying the popular Andrew Dickinson, Jlay and McWebster working out compromises into the early hours of the morning, Ruffin firing the shot on Fort Sumter, Andrew Robertson’s victory, Saint-Just riding heroically through the lines of the Civil War and saving a young girl before he also perished, thousands of other countless citizens mentioned in this history were also there.  These were the times of tragedy, idealism, innocence and hope. They will have victories and defeats, but things are looking better. Liberty, equality and justice- these words were echoed by many characters these words may not win the day, but they will win in eternity. For Christ may have gave us liberty through his blood, but he also gave us a world to change and improve. Only the heavenly kingdom will be perfect, but shouldn’t humans strive to make their temporary home better? “Citizens!” As Senator Haushoun would have shouted with her strong lungs “we are needed!” The fight between liberty and tyranny is everlasting, but liberty shall win in the end. Will we stand with Haushoun and the others? Or shall we become Van Fordleys? America will always strive to be that shinning light, even during the sad times our heads were held high towards the future’s light. For nothing would break the heart of this story other than having apathetic citizens who do not realize their rights are being taken away, until the last one is gone.

“The opposite of love is not hate, but apathy.”- as so and so said

 

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