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Updated: May 13, 2025
Senator Shattuc was in his late fifties, but it was evident that the cares of Congress had not smothered his appreciation of a pretty woman. He had a strong face and an infantile complexion, and his beard sparkled with care. Senator Ward, who was presented a few moments later, told her that he had envied Burleigh throughout the long dinner.
The only men who attract you are too strong to vote under the influence of any woman, even if they loved her. If Shattuc were not as obstinate as a mule," he added more lightly, "I should ask you to convert him to the principles of sound currency.
We'll pass the bill, and he's all right with his constituents. They know there's no more rabid watch-dog of the Treasury in America." "I suspect it does him good to bark at us," said Senator Shattuc. The old man looked uneasy. "Ain't that a great speech?" he asked. The two Senators laughed. "Well, it's better than some," said Shattuc.
She immediately became a trifle absent, and permitted Senator Shattuc, who liked to tell anecdotes of famous politicians, to take charge of the conversation. While he was thinking her the one woman in Washington charming enough to establish a salon, she was congratulating herself that she should meet Senator North again when she looked her best.
"Ar'n't you ever going to speak again? I have heard you only once." "I rarely make set speeches, although I not infrequently engage in debate when some measure comes up that needs airing." "You ought to speak oftener, North," said Senator Shattuc. "You always wake us up." "You have no business to go to sleep. If I talked when I had nothing to say, you'd soon cease to be waked up.
Shattuc guarded their seats, had forced their way down to the restaurant, but had been obliged to content themselves with a few sandwiches bought at the counter. But Betty was conscious of neither hunger nor fatigue, although the strain during the last eight hours had been almost insupportable: the brief sharp debates, the prosing of bores, interrupted by angry cries of "Vote!
Betty liked Senator Shattuc, and held him in high esteem, but at that moment she would willingly have set fire to his political beard. She was used to self-control, however, and she chatted pleasantly with him for ten minutes, while her heart seemed to descend to a lower rib, and her brain reiterated that eternal question of woman which must reverberate in the very ears of Time himself.
He came at last, and Senator Shattuc amiably got up and let him pass in, then took the chair behind the old man and asked him a few good- natured questions before turning to Betty again. "I started to come some time ago," said Senator North, "but I was detained in one of the corridors. It is hard to escape being buttonholed.
She heard the door open and turned her head quickly. It was Senator Shattuc who had entered. He walked rapidly down the aisle, took a seat in the second row of chairs, and gave her a hearty grip of the hand. "How are you?" he asked. "I was glad to see you were up here. You always look so pleased with the world that it does me good to get a glimpse of you."
"I wish I knew more; but I've been abroad for the last two years, and my mother prefers rattlesnakes to politics. Which is Senator North?" "He is at the head of the table with Lady Mary, but that rosebush is in the way; you cannot see him." "And which is Senator Ward?" "Over there by Mrs. Shattuc, the woman in ivory-white and heliotrope." Betty flashed him a glance of renewed interest.
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