The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-09-25

Saline worth she found he1
|. father in the midst of his Pc
iitical campaign. The Hon. Everett
Lowell was the representative of con
gress from the Boston Highlands dis
trict. His home was an old fashioned
white colonial house built during the
! American Revolution.
. He was a man of great wealth, q
successful politician, an enthusiastic
student, a graduate of Harvard, and
he had made specially of champion
ing the cause of the freedman
| His family was one of the proudest
in America. He had family tree 500
years old-an unbroken line of uncon-
querable men who held liberty dearer
than life. He believed in the heritage
of good, honest blood as he believed in
blooded horses. His home was fur
nished in perfect taste, with beautiful
old rosewood and mahogany stuff that
had both character and history. On
the walls hung the stately portraits of
his ancestors, representative of 300
years of American life. He never con-
fused his political theories about the
abstract rights Of the African with his
personal choice of associates or his
pride in. his Anglo-Saxon blood. With
him politics was one thing, society an
other.
His pet hobby, which combined in
one his philanthropic ideals and his
practical politics, was of late q patron
age he had extended to young George
Harris. the mulatto son of Eliza and
George Harris, whose dramatic slave
history had made their son famous at
Harvard.
Harris had become a familiar figure
at Lowelrs home in the spacious Ii
brary, 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 |
depot behind his pair of Kentucky
thoroughbreds. This daughter, his only |
child. was his pride and joy She was
blonde beauty, and her resemblance
to her father was remarkable He was
Widower. and this lovely girl. at once
the incarnation of his lost love and so
fair reflection of his being, had ruled
him with absolute sway during the
past few years.
He was laughing like a boy at her
coming.
"Ah. my beauty, the sight of your
face gives me new lifer' he cried,
smiling with love and admiration.
"You mustn't try to spoil mer' she
laughed.
Did you really have a good time in
Dlxie?" he whispered.
Papa. such a time!" she exclaimed.
shutting her eyes as though trying to
live it over again.
"Really?"
Beaux. morning, noon and night
dancing. moonlight rides boats gliding
along the beautiful river and hooking
birds singing softly their love song un-
Ter the window all night
well, you did have romance ho t.
declared.
yes she went on. land such peo-
PIE. such hospitality-I feel as though
never had lived before
my dear. you mustn't desert us all
Ike that" he protested.
. i can't help it; I'm a rebel now"
Inen keep still till the campaign is
'ver! he warned. in mock fear.
And the boys down there" she con-
lnued' they are such boys! Time
loesn't seem to be an object with
nen1 at all. Evidently they have never
es OF our uplifting Yankee motto
lime is money And such knipbt,v J
eference. such charming. old fash. 1
oned. chivalrous waysm
But. dear. isn't that a little ont ~ {
ate?' ou1 VI s
How staid and proper and busv
'oston seems! I know I am going to =
e depressed by it." b
-, -, Know what's the matter with a
What?' she slyly asked s
'One of those boys"
CONFESS. Papa. he's as handsome -
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