tuent who called to congratulate.

There seemed no end to a political career begun under such auspices but
the executive mansion itself. The confidence of the rural communities in
their representatives was great and respectful. It was believed that upon
their arrival at the capital, business in both Houses was temporarily
postponed until it had been supported by their expression of opinion and
approval. It was believed also that the luxury and splendour of a
Congressman's life was such as ancient Rome itself might have paled
before and envied.

"A man in Washin'ton city with a Congristman's wages has got to be a
purty level-headed feller not to get into high-falutin' ways of livin'
an' throwin' money about. He's got to keep in his mind that this yere's a
republic an' not a 'ristycratic, despotic monarchy."

This was a sentiment often expressed, and Tom De Willoughby himself had
had vaguely respectful views of the circumstances and possible
surroundings of a representative of his country.

But when he made his first visit to Judge Rutherford, he did not find him
installed in a palatial hotel and surrounded by pampered menials. He was
sitting in a back room in a boarding-house--a room which contained a
folding bedstead and a stove. He sat in a chair which was tilted on its
hind legs, and his feet rested on the stove's ornamental iron top. He had
just finished reading a newspaper which lay on the floor beside him, and
his hands were thrust into his pockets. He looked somewhat depressed in
spirits.

When Tom was ushered into the room, the Judge looked round at him,
uttered a shout of joy, and sprang to his feet.

"Tom," he cried out, falling upon him and shaking his hand rather as if
he would not object to shaking it off and retaining it as an agreeable
object forever. "Tom! Old Tom! Jupiter, Tom! I don't know how you got
here or where you came from, but--Jupiter! I'm glad to see you."

He went on shaking his hand as he dragged him across the room and pushed
him into a dingy armchair by the window; and when he had got him there,
he stood over him grasping his shoulder, shaking his hand still. Tom saw
that his chin was actually twitching in a curious way which made his
goatee move unsteadily.

"The legislation of your country hasn't made you forget home folks, has
it?" said Tom.

"Forget 'em!" exclaimed the Judge, throwing himself into a seat opposite
and leaning forward excitedly with his hands on his knees. "I ne