Is Chicago called the Windy City because of politics

Is Chicago called the Windy City because of politics ⚡In the Asian betting world, stands out as a shining star with a long history, reliability and undeniable service quality.⚡ "Why on earth," says Nolly, "can't they tell each other, what they have told the world long ago, that they adore each other? It is so jolly senseless, don't you know?","It is unfortunate for every one," says Violet, disconsolately, sinking in a low chair. "Such a dear house, and to have it broken up and given into the possession of such a creature as that." She shrugs her shoulders with genuine disgust.,"Then the people who send them should be ashamed! But what about the other half of their time that they spend from home?","I feel it keenly," says Rodney, caressing the handsome creatures as they crouch at his feet. "Where did you get them?","I never saw the easy-chair I could compare with this," he says, as though to himself, his voice full of truth.，"There," said the swans; "you are now close to the Sun's lodge. Follow that trail, and soon you will see it."，Still she hesitates, and he is not slow to notice the eloquent pause.，Soon the young woman came back and said to her husband, "It is a girl baby. You are to have another wife."A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly,

"Curiosity, as I have already told Mrs. Rodney," returns he, lightly. "The window was open, the lamp burning. I walked in to see the old room.","I suppose so," says Mona lifting her brows.,Star of her heart.,"Thin I may go, miss?" says Mickey.,Jenkins, the antediluvian butler, proves himself a man of his word. There are, evidently, "no two ways" about Jenkins. "Seeking the seclusion that her chamber grants" about ten o'clock to-night, after a somewhat breezy evening with her mother-in-law, Mona descries upon her hearthrug, dozing blissfully, two huge hounds, that raise their sleepy tails and heads to welcome her, with the utmost condescension, as she enters her room.,"That was very nasty of me," confesses Mona. "Yet," with a sigh, "perhaps I was right.","Ah! so I was," says Lady Lilias, with a sigh of relief: she is quite too intense to feel any of the petty vexations of ordinary mortals, and takes Mona's help in excellent part. "Yes, I really think there is loveliness in a pig when surrounded by its offspring. I have seen them once or twice, and I think the little pigs—the—the——","The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of night." The dusk is slowly creeping up over all the land, the twilight is coming on apace. As the day was, so is the gathering eve, sad and mournful, with sounds of rain and sobbings of swift winds as they rush through the barren beeches in the grove. The harbor bar is moaning many miles away, yet its voice is borne by rude Boreas up from the bay to the walls of the stately Towers, that neither rock nor shiver before the charges of this violent son of "imperial Æolus.","Eh?" says Lady Lilias.,The frost lies heavy on the ground; the whole road, and every bush and tree, sparkle brilliantly, as though during the hours when darkness lay upon the earth the dread daughter of Chaos, as she traversed the expanse of the firmament in her ebony chariot, had dropped heaven's diamonds upon the land. The wintry sunshine lighting them up makes soft and glorious the midday.,"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,"No, I haven't, if that's romance. Of course there was nothing for it but to shut my eyes again and resign myself to my fate. I wonder I'm not dead," says Nolly, pathetically. "I never put in such a time in my life. Well, another quarter of an hour went by, and then I cautiously opened my eyes and looked again, and—would you believe it?"—indignantly,—"there they were still!".