That very morning Miss Wynn had telegraphed Bles Alwyn. Alwyn arrived at Washington just as the morning papers heralded the sweeping Republican victory. All about he met new deference and new friends; strangers greeted him familiarly on the street; Sam Stillings became his shadow; and when he reported for work his chief and fellow clerks took unusual interest in him.
“Have you seen Senator Smith yet?” Miss Wynn asked after a few words of congratulation.
“No. What for?”
“What for?” she answered. “Go to him today; don’t fail. I shall be at home at eight tonight.”
It seemed to Bles an exceedingly silly thing to do‚ÅÝ‚Äîcalling on a busy man with no errand; but he went. He