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128 and Kentucky delegates; he thought the dead President would have liked them too. Major Endicott wa’ pointing out the chief figures. | “There’s Grant—and Stanton, looking more cantankerous than ever. They say he’s broken-hearted.” -But Mr. Hamilton had-no eye for celeb- rities. He was thinking rather of those plain mourners from the West and of the poorest house in Washington decked with black. “This is a true national sorrow,” he thought. He had been brought up as a boy from Eton to see Wellington’s funeral, and the sight had not impressed him like this. For the recent months had wakened odd emo- tions in his orderly and somewhat cynical soul. He had discovered a hero. ‘The three bared their heads as a long line filed by. Mr. Lowell said nothing. Now and then he pulled at his long mus- taches, as if to hide some emotion which clamored for expression. The mourners Adventure escort formed up on guard; from below came the sound of sharp military commands. Mr. Hamilton was shaken out of the admirable detachment which he had cul- tivated. He wanted to sit down and sob like a child. Some brightness had died in the air, some great thing had gone for- ever from the world and left itempty. He found himself regarding with a sudden dis- favor the brilliant career which he had planned for himself. It was only second-rate after all, that glittering old world of courts and legisla- tures and embassies. For a moment he had had a glimpse of the first-rate, and it had shivered his pretty palaces. He wanted now something which he did not think he would find again. The three turned to leave, and at last Mr. Lowell spoke. ‘“‘There goes,” he said, “‘the first American.” Mr. Hamilton heard the words as he was brushing delicately with his sleeve a slight berufflement of his silk hat. ‘“‘T dare say you are right, professor,” he passed into the Capitol while the bells still said. “But I think it is also the last of tolled and the guns boomed. The cavalry-_ the kings.” THE END THE ADVENTURER by. Mary Stewart Cutting “To die is different from what we supposed, and luckier.” —Walt Whitman. ere and naught to stay me! The word has come today That Life shall not delay me From faring on my way. I may not wait for blessing; I may not halt for fear, Nor any last caressing, For I must straight from here, Though where I go I know not, Nor any knew who passed; But none may say, “I go not!” When that Word comes at last. Why does it set me thrilling? So glad, so glad am I, Who thought men cower’d, unwilling, When they were called to die! COMmiclbook