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The President A novel   By: (1857-1914)

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A Novel by


Author of "The Boss," "Wolfville Days," Etc.

New York A. S. Barnes and Company MDCCCCIV


[Illustration: Across the Senator's Desk]


I. How Richard Began to Woo

II. How a President is Bred

III. How Mr. Gwynn Dined with the Harleys

IV. How a Speakership was Fought for

V. How Richard was Taught Many Things

VI. How Storri Had a Vivid Imagination

VII. How Richard Gained in Knowledge

VIII. How Storri Wooed Mrs. Hanway Harley

IX. How Storri Made an Offer of His Love

X. How Storri Plotted a Vengeance

XI. How Mr. Harley Found Himself a Forger

XII. How Mr. Fopling was Inspired

XIII. How the San Reve Gave Storri Warning

XIV. How They Talked Politics at Mr. Gwynn's

XV. How Richard Met Inspector Val

XVI. How Richard Received a Letter

XVII. How Northern Consolidated was Sold

XVIII. How Storri Explored for Gold

XIX. How London Bill Took a Pal

XX. How Storri Foolishly Wrote a Message

XXI. How the Gold Came Down

XXII. How the San Reve Kept Her Storri

XXIII. How Richard and Dorothy Sailed Away


Across the Senator's Desk

One of the Most Reverend of the Senate Walruses

At the Door of the Caucus Room

It was a Kind of Prodigy

That Artist of Pursuit

"Sit Down!" Thundered Mr. Harley

He Held Her Close

"It'll Take Two Months to Dig that Tunnel"




On this far away November morning, it being ten by every steeple clock and an hour utterly chaste, there could have existed no impropriety in one's having had a look into the rooms of Mr. Richard Storms, said rooms being second floor front of the superfashionable house of Mr. Lorimer Gwynn, Washington, North West. Richard, wrapped to the chin in a bathrobe, was sitting much at his ease, having just tumbled from the tub. There was ever a recess in Richard's morning programme at this point during which his breakfast arrived. Pending that repast, he had thrown himself into an easy chair before the blaze which crackled in the deep fireplace. The sudden sharp weather made the fire pleasant enough.

The apartment in which Richard lounged, and the rooms to the rear belonging with it, were richly appointed. A fortune had been spilled to produce those effects in velvets and plushes and pictures and bronzes and crystals and chinas and lamps and Russia leathers and laces and brocades and silks, and as you walked the thick rugs you made no more noise than a ghost. It was Richard's caprice to have his environment the very lap of splendor, being as given to luxury as a woman.

Against the pane beat a swirl and white flurry of snow, for winter broke early that year. Richard turned an eye of gray indolence on the window. The down come of snow in no sort disquieted him; there abode a bent for winter in his blood, throughout the centuries Norse, that would have liked a Laplander. Even his love for pictures ran away to scenes of snow and wind whipped wolds with drifts piled high. These, if well drawn, he would look at; while he turned his back on palms and jungles and things tropical in paint, the sight of which made him perspire like a harvest hand. As Richard's idle glance came back from the window, it caught the brown eyes of Mr. Pickwick considering him through a silvery, fringy thicket of hair. Mr. Pickwick was said to be royally descended; however that might have been, indubitably his pedigree harbored somewhere both a door mat and a mop.

"Rats!" observed Richard to Mr. Pickwick.

Richard did not say this because it was true, but to show Mr. Pickwick that the ties which bound them were friendly. On his side, Mr. Pickwick, albeit he stood well aware how there was never a rat in the room, arose vivaciously and went snuffling and scuffling behind curtains and beneath sofas, and all in a mood prodigiously dire... Continue reading book >>

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