The
discomfited Republicans frankly do not know what to think of it and
probably will not so long as the amazing ambassador makes his own
rules.
CHARLES EVANS HUGHES
"Mais resiste-t-on a' la vertu? Les gens qui n'eurent point de
faiblesses sont terribles," observed Sylvestre Bonnard of the
redoubtable Therese.
This fearsomeness of the good is an old story. Horace remarked it,
when, walking about near Rome, pure of heart and free from sin, he
met a wolf. The beast quailed before his virtue and ran away,--to
bark at the statue of the she wolf giving suck to Romulus, by way
of intelligent protest.
A similar prevalence of virtue and a similar romantic quality,
where it is least to be expected, was disclosed in a recent
encounter between Charles Evans Hughes, Secretary of State, and one
of the irreconcilables, when Mr. Hughes, integer vitae scelerisque
purus had just commissioned Colonel George Harvey to take the seat
once occupied by Woodrow Wilson in the Supreme Council.
When the news of this appointment reached the Capitol, Senator
Brandegee, of Connecticut, hurried down to that structure across
the street from the White House whose architectural style so
markedly resembles the literary style of President Harding, the
State War and Navy Building, official residence of Mr. Hughes.
Harvey being, in a sort, Brandegee's ambassador to the Court of
Saint James, the Senator's object was to tell Mr.
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