The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-08-20
THE INSIDE OF 1T.
A Political Romance.
BY Victoria Clement.

PAoo ucdL utlu USeu Sworn III an0
had delivered his address from the
great platform Of the capitol; the pro
cesslon had escorted him to the beauti-
ful Old mansion at the other end of the
avenue. The weather had been as bad
as March knows how to provide, and
and the wet and chilled crowds, as
soon as the bedraggled show was over,
had taken themselves to recuperative
meat and drink. At the ''Embassa-
DORIS there had been an elaborate
luncheon spread, and a dozen or more
of his special cronieS, senators, officials
and journalists, had been RECALLED, after
full gorging, with one Of his peculiar
entertainments, consisting Of music by
his negro servants and dances and
walks" by their female friends. The
"Embassador," as everybody called
him-he died Of apOpleXy soon after
was an obese bachelor, enormously
wealthy from a government printing
contract which he had held through
half a dozen administrations, largely
by means Of these quiet orgies at his
apartments and on his steam yacht.
The early night was falling and the
long symmetrical outline Of the great
treasury building doomed over the way,
when the closely drawn heavy curtains
had been pulled aside and the windows
opened for while to cool off the pant
ing ambassadors huge bulk and
change the air in the rooms. After
fresh cigars had been distributed, the
talk fell upon the career of the West
ern governor who was now president,
and the NestOr Of the Washington cor
respondents, who was the EmbaS sa-
doris general go-betWeen, asked, did
you ever hear the inside of Gen. Ham
ilton's withdrawal from the canvass
which first brought the governor into
the senate?" Nobody but the Embas-
sador had, and he was always content
to let the veteran tell his story, as he
himself had no faculty for entertaining
his guests except with wine Wassail,
and talking was an effort for his
wheezy breath. So the correspondent
gave it to us under the caves, almost,
of the White House.
The brass bands :rOusing rhymth was
humping out it's echoes between the
aStOniShed mansions in the leafy street.
Its well kept turf borders We're
trampled under foot by:a mob from the
down town business quarter and the
slums. The dec0rous seclusion of the
neighborhOod after dark was put to
flight by the flare of smoky torches, re-
flected on the ill-itting enamel cloth
capes Worn by the Hamilton battalion
and paid for with Mr.. Hamilton's
checks. The great railroad man, with
his committee, was nervOusly putting
the finishing touches to the speech he
was to make from the balcony of one
of the secomd-story windows. When
his local factotum, Aid. Mortified,
should call for three cheers for our
candidate, he was to go up stairs; and
out through his bed room in Thorough
stone tower with a pretty hee hive
shaped roof at the corner of the house,
and declare that he was ready to lay
himself ON the altar Of duty and
country. The tower rose through the
conservatory (now disuse0 and it's
winding Stair ran down through the
conservatory to the ground beneath the
piazza. Across the lawn was, thelr rec
tory, and just beyond that the pretty
little stone church of st. Barnabaswith
it's low spire and high service-also
paid for with Hamilton checks. The
Rev. Henry Judson Jaquith, a fat
young man with an expansive double
chin and a low contracting forehead.
was an expert in rituals and canon
icals and preacher Of ffteen-minute
sermons. He was also an indefatiga-
bic diner-out and the return dinners
at the rectory were models of elaborate
functions, as were his musical and pro-
fessional celebrations of the. calendar
festivals in the church-also paid for
with the unfailing Hamilton checks.
But it was Mrs. Jaquith who was the
real manager of the parish. She was
intensely light-complexioned bundle of
nerves, as slender as her husband was
stout, as Tightly as he was phlegmatic,
and taller as well as older than he.
His black oily hair and dark skin were
another contrast to herWery light hair,
almost white eyelasles and reddish
skin. But the twain: so diverse in all
ways, were as one in their devotion to
the railroad magrate, their next door
neighbor. If Mr.. Jequith 'heppened to
be out when Mr.. Hamilton dropped in,
as he did every day land sometimes
more than once day, so the neighbors
obServed), Mrs. Jaquith received him
in the minister's study. If MI aquith
was unable to accompany MI. Hamil-
ton in his drive, Mrs Jaquith was
ready to take his place. Often when
the railroad president was ito give a
great dinner, Mrs. Jaquith would. spend
nearly the whole day carrying in flow
ers for size had removed the contents
of the conservatory Of the Hamilton
other preparations, and he on hand to
give a last look at the table just Ibe-
fore the guests sat DOWN, forrthere was
no lady in the old bachelors house
hold to be trusted with matters of
taste and style.
Gen. she would say ito him, ,or
'sGennie," "it is my mission ito bring
you up to date.''
The management of Mr. Hamiltons
household by the rector's wife was
nothing new, so it was understood
burt dated back to their residence near
one another in Philadelphia. Mr..
Hamilton was old enough to :be her
fatther-was, indeed, a friend of her
fathers, whom ne had known in the
war ;as a brother brigadier in the
Ninth corps-and treated her like a
daughter on her marriage, ten years
ago, to the Episcoralian minister,
giving her a completely furnished city
house. Reople in the suburbs of Tioga.
where, as a girl, she had given dow