on Alexander Hamilton at the Union League Club banquet at Hamilton City,
twenty-five miles from Whitewater (with which smaller city we are concerned
in this narrative), had been reprinted in full in the Hamilton City
_Tribune_; and Mrs. Brewster-Smith reported that former Congressman Hancock
had compared it, not unfavorably, with certain public utterances of the
Honorable Elihu Root.

George Remington was an inch more than six feet tall, with sturdy
shoulders, a chin that gave every indication of stubborn strength, a frank
smile, and a warm, strong handclasp. He was connected by blood (as well as
by marriage) with five of the eight best families in Whitewater. Mr. Martin
Jaffry, George's uncle and sole inheritor of the great Jaffry estate (and a
bachelor), was known to favor his candidacy; was supposed, indeed, to be a
large contributor to the Remington campaign fund. In fact, George Remington
was a lucky young man, a coming young man.

George and Genevieve had been married five weeks; this was their first day
as master and mistress of the old Remington place on Sheridan Road.

Genevieve, that afternoon, was in the long living-room, trying out various
arrangements of the flowers that had been sent in. There were a great
many flowers. Most of them came from admirers of George. The Young Men's
Republican Club, for one item, had sent eight dozen roses. But Genevieve,
still a-thrill with the magic of her five-weeks-long honeymoon, tremulously
happy in the cumulative proof that her husband was the noblest, strongest,
bravest man alive, felt only joy in his popularity.

As his wife she shared his triumphs. "For better or worse, for richer or
poorer, in sickness and health ..." the ancient phrases repeated themselves
so many times in her softly confused thought, as she moved about among the