The country at large and all of us who know you, scorn the lies
as much as they do Brown. In a day or so, it we ignore them, the stuff
will have been forgotten. I beg of you, don't read any newspapers
until I tell you all's clear."
Enoch smiled. "Why, my dear old chap, I've weathered all sorts of mud
slinging!"
"But never this particular brand," insisted Charley.
"Let's have the papers, Abbott. I'm not afraid of anything Brown can
say."
Charley grimly handed the papers to the Secretary and returned to the
observation platform.
A reporter had seen Enoch in the gambling house on the evening of
Diana's departure for the Canyon. He had learned something from the
gambling house keeper of the Secretary's several trips there. The
reporter had then, with devilish ingenuity, followed Enoch back to
Minetta Lane, where he had found Luigi. Then followed eight or ten
paragraphs in Luigi's own words, giving an account of Enoch and Enoch's
mother. The whole story was given with a deadly simplicity, that it
seemed to the Secretary must carry conviction with it.
As Enoch had told Abbott, he had weathered much political mud slinging,
but even his worst political enemies had spared him this. His
adherents had made much of the fact that Enoch was slum bred and self
made.
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