Do
you remember him at all clearly, Mr. Secretary?"
"Yes," replied Enoch. Then with a quick, direct look, he asked, "Did
your father, ever give you the details of his experience with me in the
Canyon?"
Diana's voice was low but very steady as she replied, "Yes, Mr.
Secretary. He told me long ago, when you made your famous Boyhood on
the Rack speech in Congress. It was the first word he had heard of you
in all the years and he was deeply moved."
"I'm glad he told you," said Enoch. "I'm glad, because I'd like to ask
you to be my friend, and I would want the sort of friend you would make
to know the worst as well as the best about me."
"If that is the worst of you--" Diana began quickly, then paused. "As
father told me, it was a story of a boy's suffering and the final
triumph of his mind and his body."
Enoch stared at Diana with astonishment in every line of his face.
Then he sighed. "He couldn't have told you all," he muttered.
"Yes, he did, all! And nothing, not even what the President said
to-day, can mean as much to me as your asking me to be your friend."
Enoch continued to stare at the lovely, tender face opposite him.
Diana smiled. "Don't look so incredulous, Mr. Secretary! It's not
polite.
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