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I think it 's a woman , Mrs. Brown . '' During his stay in St. Louis Bradley found the papers filled with the Alliance movement in Kansas , and looked for Ida 's name each morning . She was in the western part of the State , but moving eastward ; and when a few days later he saw her announced in the Kansas City morning papers to speak at the great `` round up '' at Chiquita , he packed his valise on the sudden impulse , and started on the next train , determined to hear her speak once more at least . It was just noon when he alighted from the train at Chiquita . The day was dry , hazy , resplendent October . The wind was strong but amiable , and was full of the smell of corn and of that warm , pungent , smoky odor which forms the Indian summer atmosphere of the West . The wind rushed up the broad street past him , carrying the dust and leaves in its powerful clutches , and laying strong hands upon his broad back .