The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1902-03-23
CHAPTER XVIII.
rHE wAYs on BOSTON.

When Helen Lowell reached Boston
from her visit with Sallie Worth, she
found her father in the midst of his po-
litical 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 weIl-to-do, a successful politician,
enthusiastic student, graduate of Har-
ward and he had always made 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 natural aptitude for
politics; modest affable, handsome, and
almost white, he was a fine argument in
himself to support Lowell's political
theories, who used him for all he was
worth as he had at the previous election.
Harris had become familiar figure at
Lowell's home in the spacious library,
where he had the free use of the books,
and frequently he dined with the 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
blonde beauty, and her resemblance to
her father was remarkable. He was d
widower. an dthis lovely girl, lat once the
incarnation of his lost love and so fair
a reflection of his being had 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 mel" she
laughed.
Did you really have a good time in
Dixie?" he whispered.
ooh Papa, such a time," she exclaim-
cd, 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 Time is
money And such knightly Difference!
such charming old fashioned Chivalrous
wavs!"
But, dear, isn't that a little out of
date?"
How staid and proper and busy Bos-
pressed by it
Il know what's the matter with you,
he whis-led.
''What?" she shyly asked.
Zone 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 a politician,
/ think"
you don't say! St Clare! Well of
all the Jokes! His father is my Demo