I saw her at a distance,
and I want to meet her. Now, Mr. Huntingdon, it's very painful for me
to have to chide you for dereliction in office. But a man who will
neglect those pictures for the--well, the coal fields of Alaska, should
be dealt with severely."
"Hear! Hear!" cried the Secretary of State.
The President laughed. "And so I must ask you, Mr. Huntingdon, to
bring Miss Allen to see me, after you have gone carefully over the
pictures. Jokes aside, you know my keen interest in Indian ethnology?"
Enoch nodded, and the President went on. "If this girl has the brains
and breadth of vision I'm sure she must have to produce a series of
photographs like those, I want to know her and do what I can to push
her work. So neglect Mexico and Alaska for a little while, tomorrow,
will you, Huntingdon?"
Enoch's laughter was a little grim, but with a quick leap of his heart,
he answered. "A man can but obey the Commander in Chief, I suppose!"
As the door swung to behind him, the President said to the Secretary of
State, "Huntingdon is working too hard, I'm afraid. Does he ever play?"
"Horseback riding and golf. But he's a woman hater. At least, if not
a hater, an avoider!"
"I like him," said the President.
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