Legislators -- Fiction; Political fiction; Washington (D.C.) -- Fiction
"I am," she said below her breath. "I am." She added in a moment, "Will
you always come to my Thursday evenings, no matter what happens?"
"Always."
He had turned slightly, and one hand was on his knee. She slipped hers
into it recklessly; they were safe in the crowd, and her hand ached for
his. It ached from the grasp it received, for he was a man whose
self-control was absolute or non-existent. But she clung to him as long
as she dared, and when she withdrew her hand she sought for distraction
in her company.
It looked as gay and happy as if war had been invented to animate
conversation and make a bored people feel dramatic. Death was close
upon the heels of two of the distinguished men present; but even though
the eyes of the soul be raised everlastingly to the world above, they
are blind to the portal. The busy member who had incurred Miss Carter's
disapproval and the brilliant Librarian of Congress were among the
liveliest at the feast.
It was Senator Ward at one end of the table and Burleigh at the other,
who finally started the topic of Miss Madison's intended _salon_, not
only that those unacquainted with her ambition might be enlightened,
but that the great intention should receive a concrete form without
further delay. A half-hour later, when the women left the table, Betty
had the satisfaction of knowing that whatever the final result of her
venture, her stand was as fully recognized as if she had written a book
and found a publisher and critics to advertise her.
V
Betty went to the Senate Gallery on the following day at the request of
Armstrong, and heard an exposition of the Populist religion by the
benevolent-looking bore from Nebraska. He was followed by an
arraignment of the "gold standard Administration" and the Republican
Party, from the leading advocate of bimetallism
with-or-without-the-concurrence-of-Europe. The utterances of both
gentlemen were delivered with the repose and dignity peculiar to their
body, and Patriotism and the Constitution would appear to be their
watchword and fetish. Burleigh came up to the gallery as the Silver
Senator sat down, and smiled wearily at Betty's puzzled comments.
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