"
"There's a surprise in store for Mr. Seward and Mr. Chase," Betty
ventured.
"I'm afraid your father will not agree with you, Miss Betty," Ned
laughed, glancing toward Senator Winter. "I foresee trouble for you."
"No danger. My father never quarrels with me over politics. He just
pities my ignorance and lets it go at that. He never condescends to my
level----"
She stopped suddenly and waved her hand toward the group of excited men
who had gathered around Senator Winter.
A smile of recognition lighted the sombre Puritan face, as he pushed his
friends aside and rapidly approached.
"How's my little girl?" he cried tenderly. "Enjoy the show?"
"Yes, dear, immensely--you know Mr. John Vaughan, Father, don't you?"
The old man smiled grimly as he extended his hand:
"I know who he is--though I haven't had the honor of an introduction.
I'm glad to see you, Mr. Vaughan--though I don't agree with many of your
editorials."
"We'll hope for better things in the future, Senator," John laughed.
"What's your impression of the Inaugural, Senator?" Ned asked, with a
twinkle of mischief in his eye.
"You are asking me that as a reporter, young man, or as a friend of my
daughter?"
"Both, sir."
"Then I'll give you two answers. One for the public and one for you.
I've an idea you're going to be a rebel, sir----"
"We hope not, Senator," John protested.
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