The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1902-03-25
XVIII.
THE WAYS OF BOSTON.

HE NA1S oF bo9 wv
When Helen Lowell reached Boston
from her visit with Sallie Worth, she
found her father in the midst of his po-
liticaI campaign. The Hon. Everett
Lowell was the representative of Con-
gress from the Boston Highland district.
His home was an old fashioned white
Colonial house, built during the Ameri-
can Revolution.
He was not a man Of great wealth,
but Well-to-do, a successful politician,
enthusiastic student, a graduate OF Har-
ward, and he had always made a special
ty Of championing the cause of the
freedmen He was a chronic proposer
of a military force bill for the South.
His pet hobby, which combined in one
his philanthropic ideals and his practical
politics, was of late a patronage he had
extended to young George Harris. the
bright mulatto, son of Eliza and George
Harris. whose dramatic slave history
had made their son famous at Harvard.
This young nego was a speaker Of fair
ability and was accompanying Lowell on
his campaign tours of the district, max
ing speeches for his patron, who had OBJ
tanned for him a clerks position IN the
United States Custom House. Harris
was quite a drawing card at these meet
ings. He had a natural aptitude Tor
politics; modest, affable, handsome, and
almost white. he was a fine argument in
himself to support LoweliS political
theories. who used him for all he was
worth as he had at the previous election.
Harris had become a familiar figure at
Lowell's home in the spacious library,
whore he had the free use of the books,
- r. l;oC1 NTH thn family
when there at dinner time hard at work
on some political speech or some study
for a piece of music.
Lowell had met his daughter at the
depot behind his pair of Kentucky thor
oughbreds. This daughter, his only
child. was his pride and joy. She was a
blonde beauty, and her resemblance to
her father was remarkable. He was q
widower, an dthis lovely girl,at once the
incarnation of his lost love and so fair
a reflection of his being, bad ruled him
with absolute sway during the past few
years.
"Oh, my beauty the sight of your face
gives me new life" he cried, smiling
with love and admiration.
you mustn't try to spoil me-" she
laughed.
did you really nave a good time in
Dixie" he whispered.
ooh Papa, such a time she exclaim-
ed, shutting her eyes as though she were
trying to live it over again.
Really"
and the boys down there" she con
tinued, they are such boys, Time
doesn't seem to be an object with them
at all. Evidently they have never heard
of our uplifting Yankee motto Tim is
money And such knightly deference,
such charming old fashioned chiyalrous
WAYS"
But, dear, isn't that a little out Of
date?'
How staid and proper and busy Bos-
ton seems. l know | am going TO be de-
pressed by it"
he whistled.
WHAT" she shyly asked.
lone of those boys
Il confess. Papa, he's as handsome as
a prince"
What does he look like"
"He is tall. dark. with black hair.
black eyes, slender, graceful, all fire and
energy
What's his name?"
st. Clare-Robert St. Clare. His father
was away from home. He's d politician.
| think"
You don't say. St. Clare, Well Of
all the jokes, His father is my Demo-
cratic chum in the House-an old fire
eating Bourbon. but a capital fellow"
Ibid you ever see him."
NO, but I've had good times with his
father. He used to own a hundred
slaves. He's a royal fellow. and pretty
we'll fixed in life for a Southern politi-
clan. | don't think, though. | ever saw
his boy. Anything really serious"
He hasn't said a word-but he's com
ing to see me next week"
We'll, things are moving, | must say"
AS they entered the gate of the home,
they met young Harris coming out with
some books under his arm. He bowed
gracefully to them and passed on.