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"




THE PRESIDENT




CHAPTER I

HOW RICHARD BEGAN TO WOO


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