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According to Goodspeed's History of White County , the Calfkiller River is likely named after a Cherokee chief who lived in the valley when the first European-American settlers arrived in the area around , following the American Revolutionary War. In the years before the Civil War, an iron works and a cotton mill operated along the banks of the river in the vicinity of the current TN bridge. A number of Civil War skirmishes were fought along the Calfkiller River.
On August 9, , Union forces under Charles Minty attacked a Confederate scouting detachment under George Dibrell near Wildcat Creek, eventually scattering the Rebels after intense fighting. Another skirmish occurred on November 30 of that year, when a band of Confederate guerrillas unsuccessfully ambushed a detachment of the U. First Tennessee Cavalry at Yankeetown. In , the Sparta Light and Power Company built a small waterwheel-powered electric plant just downstream from Sparta. After this plant burned in , it was replaced by a more modern plant that used a concrete dam to divert water through a flume to a powerhouse located downstream.
The plant operated until the s, when the Tennessee Valley Authority began providing electricity to the area from major hydroelectric projects.
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It was a massive piece of furniture that stood almost as high as the cornicing. Liebermann-a man whose aesthetic preferences were decidedly modern-found its involutions too fussy and its stolid virtues dull.
On the opposite wall was a large canvas by a popular landscape artist depicting trees and a distant horizon of snowcapped peaks. It was blandly titled Vienna Wood. Since his engagement to Clara, Liebermann had found himself eating with the Weiss family at least once a week. Whenever he chose to visit Clara, Jacob or Esther Clara's parents would invariably insist that he stay for supper.
Dining with the Weisses was not as exacting as dining with his own family-which was always a somewhat tense affair-but it represented, nevertheless, an obligation that was beginning to pall. In addition to Clara and her parents, several other members of the Weiss family were present: Clara's adolescent sister, Rachel, her older brother, Konrad, and his wife, Bettina.
Konrad and Bettina's two infant sons-Leo and Emil-were asleep in a bedroom upstairs.
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The company had just finished the main course, which consisted of boiled beef with green vegetables, and the servants were clearing the plates. Outside Lobmeyr's. I haven't seen her for ages-apparently she went to Franzenbad this year, although she didn't have a single good thing to say about the place. Turning to Liebermann, he spoke more softly. I don't know why we've never been before. The grapes were particularly good. Do you know him, Max?
But she said the evenings were very boring. The main street had one hotel after another and the whole place was lifeless after eight o'clock.
The conversation stopped as the cook arrived with a monumental emperor's pancake. Soft lumps of fragrant batter had been piled high to form a massive yellow pyramid, the slopes of which were sprinkled with generous snowdrifts of castor sugar. A kitchen maid followed, carrying two bowls: one filled with a thick maroon plum stew and the other with a spiraling conch shell of stiff whipped cream.
Jacob complimented the cook, a sentiment that was echoed around the table. When the conversation started again, Bettina inquired if Fraulein Stahl was still being courted by Herr Bernhardt, the famous entrepreneur, and slowly, talk flowed from incipient romances, through society engagements, to the forthcoming wedding of the couple present. Rachel clapped her hands together and her face radiated joy. Then, getting up, she ran around the table and threw her arms around Jacob's neck, kissing his cheek.
Further discussion of the wedding was continued after coffee had been served. When Liebermann stood, Clara looked up at him, took his hand, and pressed it to her shoulder. It was a small gesture, but one that was full of affection. Her eyes glittered in the candlelight and her lips parted a little, showing a row of straight white teeth.
Unusually, Clara had let her hair down. It was dark and undulated in glossy waves around her face. Liebermann's fingers lingered in her gentle grip as he left the table. In the smoking room, Jacob Weiss distributed cigars and brandy. He stood by the stately gray-marble fireplace, an arm resting on the mantelpiece. Occasionally he would flick the ash from his cigar into the fire's flames.
The two younger men occupied deep leather armchairs, facing each other across a Persian rug. They discussed politics for a while: the appalling cant to be found in the columns of the Deutsches Volksblatt, the mayor's vanity, and how the deep cultural divisions in the empire seemed to be getting worse rather than better. Well, some wag I was talking to said that they are becoming increasingly recognized as a very good symbol.
Everyone inside the parliament building wants to go a different way. And, you know, it's true-things are falling apart. I don't know what's going to happen. If you don't mind, I think I should check the children.
Jacob moved away from the fireplace, filled Liebermann's glass, and sat down in Konrad's vacant chair. You know that, don't you? Unfortunately, I have no interest in textiles or the retail industry. I intend to remain in medicine. Jacob pulled at his chin. After you're married, I mean.
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However, one day I hope to gain an academic position at the university, and I am confident that I will be able to build up a large practice. Jacob laughed. No, he's very proud of you, very proud.
It's just… he wants you and your family, God willing, to be safe.