The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1911-01-05
CHAPTER Viii.
Mr.. Calhoun Accents.

ohe never lets rust.-Madam Necker.
I struggled among three courses.
The impulses of my heart, joined to
eome prescience of trouble, babe me to
follow Eliz1beth. My duty ordered
me to hasten to Mr.. Calhoun. My in
kerest demanded that / should tarry,
for ! was sure that the Baroness Won
Ritz would make no merely idle re-
quest in these circumstances. Hest
eating thus, 1 lost sight of her In the
ehrong- SO I concluded 1 would obey
the mandate Of duty, and turned to-
var the great doors. Indeed, l was
well toward Inc steps which led out
Into the CROWDS, when all at once two
elements CT my problem resolved
themselves into one. / saw the tall
figure of Mr.. Calhoun himself coming
up the walk toward me.
"Ah," said he briefly, then my mes
sage found your"
Il was starting for you this moment,
sir" I replied.
Wait for a moment. 1 counted ON
finding you here. Matters have
changed"
/ turned with him and we entered
again the east room, where Mr.. Tyler
still prolonged the official greeting of
the curious, the obsequious, or the
banal persons who passed. Mr.. Cal
houn stood apart for a time, watching
the progress of this purely American
function. 1t was some time ere the
groups thinned. This latter fact us
ually would have ended the reception,
since it is not etiquette t o suppose
that the president can lack an audi
snce: but to-day Mr.. Tyler fingered.
AT last through the thinning throng
he caught sight of the distinctive fig
ure of Mr.. Calhoun. For the first
time his own lace assumed a natural
expression. He stopped the line for
an instant, and with a raised hand
beckoned to my chief.
At this We dropped in at the tail of
the line. Mr.. Calhoun in passing GRASP
ing almost as many hands as Mr..
Tyler. When at length we reached
the presidents position, the latter
greeted him and added a whispered
word. An instant later he turned
abruptly, ending the reception with a
deep bow, and retired into the room
from which he had earlier emerged.
Mr.. Calhoun turned now to me with
. request to follow him, and we passed
through the door where the president
had vanished. Directed by attendants,
we were presently ushered into yet
another room, which at that time
served the president as his ca binet
room, a place for meeting persons of
distinction who called upon business.
AS we entered l saw that it was al
ready occupied. Mr.. Tyler was grasp
ing the hand of a portly parsonage,
whom l knew to be none other than
Mr.. Pakenham. So much might have
been expected. What was not to have
been expected was the presence of a n
other-none less than the Baroness
Won Ritz,
stand that my lady was here as open
friend OF England OF course, 1 need
ed no word from Mr.. Calhoun to re-
mind me that we must seem ignorant
of this lady, of her character, and of
her reputed relations with the British
foreign Office.
II pray you be seated, Mr.. Paken-
ham" said Nj. Tyler, and he gesture1
also to us others to take chairs near
his table Mr.. ~Pakenham, in rather a
loft fashion, 1t seemed to me, obeyed
the polite request, but scarcely had
seated himself ere he again rose with
an important clearing of his throat.
Your excellency," said he, "her maj
esty the queen of England's wish is
somewhat anticipated by my visit here
to-day. | hasten only to put in the
most prompt and friendly form her
majesty's DESIRES, which 1 am sure
formally will be expressed in the first
mails from England. We deplore this
most unhappy accident on your war
ship Princeton, which has come so
near working irremediable injury to
this country"
"Sir," said Mr.. Tyler, rising with a
deep bow, "the courtesy of your per-
sonal presence is most gratifying. Al
low me to express that more intimate
and warmer feeling of friendship for
yourself which through our long
association with you. This respect
and admiration are felt by myself and
my official family for you and the
great power which you represent"
Each having thus delivered himself
Of words which meant nothing, both
now seated themselves and proceeded
to look mighty grave. Fol myself, I
stole a glance from the tail of my eye
toward the Baroness Won Ritz. She sat
erect in her chair, a figure of easy
grace and dignity, but On her face was
nothing one could read to tell who
she was or why she was here.
Il seize upon this opportunity, Mr..
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