reveals the smile, which was probably always there, and the
splendid large teeth. The nose, standing out in bolder relief, is
handsomer and more distinguished. You see more of Mr. Hughes than
you used to and you gain by the improved vision.

Something has dropped from him, however, beside the ends of the
whiskers. I met him first when he was about to run for President in
1916. An icy veil, like frozen mist, seemed to hang between us. We
talked through it ineffectively. When I saw him again as Secretary
of State, that chill barrier had fallen away; to recur to my
figure, he gradually emerges.

Mr. Hughes of the later manner is, however, I am persuaded after
long familiarity with his career, more truly Hughesian than the
Hughes of the earlier manner; just as the Henry James of the later
manner is more explicitly Jamesian than the James of the earlier
manner, and the Cabot Lodge of the present is much more
irretrievably Cabotian than the Cabot Lodge who years ago stood
with reluctant feet where the twin paths of scholarship and
politics meet,--and part.

I should say that Mr. Hughes was Bryan plus the advantages, which
Mr. Bryan never enjoyed, of a correct Republican upbringing and a
mind. The Republican upbringing and the mind have come of late
years to preponderate. Looking at Mr. Hughes to-day, you could not
tell him from a Republican, except perhaps by his mind, though such
esoteric Republicans as Brandegee, Cabot Lodge, and Knox profess an
ability to distinguish.

But when he was "handing the government back to the people" in New