Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-09-01
CHAPTER XVIII.

THE WAYS OF 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 Low
ell was the representative of congress
from the Boston Highlands district. His
home was an old-fashioned white colonial
house built during the American Revolu-
ton.
He was not a man of great wealth, but
well-to-do, a successful politician enthus-
iastic student a graduate of Harvard,
and he had always made speciality of
championing the cause of the freedmen"
He was a chronic proposer Of a military
force bill for the south.
His family was one of the proudest in
America. He had family tree five hun
dred years old-an unbroken line of un-
conquerable men who held liberty dearer
than life. He believed in the heritage Of
good honest blood as he believed in blood
ed horses. His home was furnished In
perfect taste, with beautiful old rosewood
and mahogany stuff that had both char
acter and history. On the walls hung the
stately portraits of his ancestors repre-
sentative of three hundred years of Amer
lean life. He never confused his political
theories about the abstract rights of the
African with his personal choice of asso-
ciates or his pride in his Anglo-Saxon
blood. With him politics was one thing,
society another.
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 negro was a speaker Of fair
ability and was accompanying Lowell on
his campaign tours of the district, making
speeches for his patron, who had obtained
for him a clerks position In the United
States custom house Harris was quite
a drawing card at these meetings. He
had natural aptitude for politics; mod
est affable, handsome, and almost white,
he was a fine argument in himself to sup
port Lowells political theories, who used
him for all he was worth as he had at the
previous election
Harris had become a familiar figure at
Lowells 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 piece of music.
Lowell had met his daughter at the de-
pot behind his pair of Kentucky thorough
breds. This daughter, his only child, was
his pride and joy. She was blonde beau
ty, and her resemblance to her father was
remarkable. He was a widower, and this
lovely girl, at once the incarnation of his
love and so fair a reflection of his being,
had ruled him with absolute sway during
the past few years.
He was laughing like boy at her COM
ing.
ooh! 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 have a good time in
Dixie?" he whispered.
ooh! papa, such time! she exclaimed,
shutting her eyes as though she were
trying to live it over again.
"Really?"
"BeauX, morning, noon and night
dancing moonlight rides, boats gliding
along the beautiful river and hooking