"See! dear father," Marie exclaimed, pointing to the shore on the south, while a bright smile illumined her face. "See! there is the Presidio, with its little houses! Junius lived there, once--Junius, my own, and to whom we are now hastening. God watch over him!" "Amen!" The words came sadly from the old man's lips. Thus they sailed away, and never more was word heard of them by the living world. The years came and passed, but these two loving hearts came not again to the haunts of man. And the other--Junius Cobb? He lay an inert mass in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty, on Mt. Olympus. CHAPTER VII A beautiful day it was, this 19th of June, A. D. 2000; to be sure, the sun was sending down its rays with a trifle more heat than was agreeable, but all things considered, it was one of those lovely days which one sees, in the month of June, in Washington. The heads of the various departments had not yet left the city for their summer vacations in the country, but were hard pressed by the business required of them by Congress; for that body was still in session, as the national legislature did not end its work until the first of July. In the Treasury building, Treasury Square, all was bustle and activity, and clerks and messengers were flying in every direction. At his desk in the sumptuous office provided for him, sat Mr. Brett, the Treasurer of the United States; while near him, quietly smoking a cigar, sat Mr. Peck, the first assistant to the Treasurer. They were quietly discussing matters pertaining to their department, and evidently had plenty of time on their hands. It was 14:10 by the large dial on the wall, and near the time when the Secretary of the Treasury would ask for the final papers for signature for the day. A huge stack lay upon the table awaiting this call, and the two chiefs were only remaining to send them to him. As the hands of the dial marked 14:15, a sharp knock was made upon the door, and immediately after, Mr. Lane, the second assistant, entered the room accompanied by Mr. Howell, a subordinate officer in the Treasury Department. "Well, Mr. Lane, what is it? Have you any more business?" asked the Treasurer, looking up. "Yes, sir," answered that gentleman, with apparent excitement. "Yes, sir; I have some papers here which I think may be of very great importance. As Mr. Howell was going through the old store-room containing the records at the close of the administration of 1908, he found this bundle, marked as you will see by looking at it. Deeming it my duty, sir, to at once acquaint you with the fact, I have brought it here." Saying which, he handed the Treasurer a small package of papers, bearing upon the brief-side this indorsement: "TREASURY DEPARTMENT, } WASHINGTON, January 29, 1888. }