An immense crowd had gathered to welcome the governor-elect, and as he
stepped out upon the platform, and stood with his bride on his arm, the
cheers were deafening. When these had in some measure subsided, the hero
of the hour returned thanks in a simple little speech. Then the
committee of reception came up and shook hands with the governor-to-be,
who next presented them in turn to his wife.

At last the pair were allowed to enter the carriage that was in waiting
to convey them to the town house of Aaron Rockharrt. Other carriages
containing members of the committee attended them. They passed through
the main street of the city.

The procession of carriages passed until it reached the Rockharrt
residence, opposite the government mansion, where the committee took
leave of the governor-elect and his bride, who entered their temporary
home alone, to be received and attended by obsequious servants.

There we also will leave them.

Visitors to the inauguration were arriving by every train.

Among the arrivals from the East came Aaron Rockharrt, with his wife,
his two sons, Fabian and Clarence, and his grandson, Sylvan, the
younger brother of Cora.

The main door of the mansion was open, and several gentlemen, wearing
official badges, stood without or just within it.

"By Jove! we are just in time, and it has been a close shave! That is