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Dixon, Thomas, 1864-1946

"The Southerner A Romance of the Real Lincoln"


"Sorry I couldn't talk longer, Chase."
"It's all right," the Secretary replied, with a wave of his hand.
The President found his wife alone.
"I hope nothing serious, Mother?" he said tenderly.
"I've a miserable headache again. Why were you so long?"
"I was with Governor Chase."
"And what did the old snake in the grass want this time?"
The President glanced toward the door uneasily, sat down by her side and
touched her hand:
"You should be more careful, Mother. Servants shouldn't hear you say
things like that----"
The full lips came together with bitter firmness:
"I'll say just what I think when I'm talking to you, Father--what did he
want?"
"He offered his resignation as my Secretary of the Treasury."
His wife sprang up with flashing eyes:
"And you?"
"Refused to accept it."
"O my Lord, you're too good and simple for this world! You're a babe--a
babe in the woods with wolves prowling after you from every tree and you
won't see them! You know that he's a candidate against you for the
Presidency, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You know that he never loses an opportunity to sneer at you behind your
back?"
"I've heard so."
"You know that he's hand in glove with the conspirators in Congress who
are trying to pull you down?"
"Perhaps."
"You know that he's the greatest letter writer of the age? That he
writes as many letters to your generals in the field as old Winter--that
he writes to every editor he knows and every politician he can
influence, and that the purpose of these letters is always the same--to
pull you down?"
"Possibly.


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