nd qui-et man mar-ried, as Wash-ing-ton and
Jef-fer-son had done, a young and love-ly wid-ow. She was but
twen-ty-two years old, twen-ty years young-er than he, and her name
was Mrs. Dor-o-thy Payne Todd. Lat-er on, the folks who grew to
love this fair la-dy so well, gave her the name by which we know her
to-day--"Dol-ly Mad-i-son." She was a Quak-er-ess, and so fair and
sweet was she, in her qui-et lit-tle gown of gray, that once a friend
said to her: "Dol-ly, tru-ly thou must hide thy face, so ma-ny stare
at thee."

[Illustration: MRS. DOLLY PAYNE MADISON.]

For one year af-ter his mar-riage, Mad-i-son lived at Mont-pel-ier; then
a-gain he went in-to pub-lic life, first in his State, and af-ter that,
in 1800, as Sec-re-ta-ry of State un-der Jef-fer-son.

Now, be-gan the gay life at the White House, for which "Dol-ly"
Mad-i-son won so much fame. Jef-fer-son's wife was dead, and it was the
wife of his friend that helped him en-ter-tain the White House guests.
Well did this love-ly la-dy do her part, and in 1808 when, as the wife
of the Pres-i-dent, she be-came the real mis-tress of the White House,
more than ev-er did the peo-ple love her. To-day, of all the pic-tures
of the Pres-i-dents' wives that hang up-on the White House walls, none
is more love-ly than that of the gay and pretty "Dol-ly Mad-i-son."

Mad-i-son was most of all a man of peace, and yet it was while he was
in of-fice that the U-nit-ed States was drawn in-to the War of 1812.
Eng-land, then at war with France, said she had the right to search
A-mer-i-can ships to see if they were tak-ing aid to France. A-mer-i-ca
would not give this right to Eng-land, and so the war be-gan. In 1814
the Brit-ish came to the cit-y of Wash-ing-ton, and for the on-ly time
in A-mer-i-can his-to-ry the Pres-i-dent had to leave his home.

Mad-i-son, with the Sec-re-ta-ry of State and some friends, went to a
lit-tle inn near Wash-ing-ton, and here they were met by Mrs. Mad-i-son,
who had stayed as long as she could at the White House to save some
things from the hands of the Brit-ish. She had brought the great
Dec-la-ra-tion of In-de-pend-ence, and had cut from its big frame the
pic-ture of Wash-ing-ton and brought it safe-ly a-way. The Brit-ish
troops set fire to the White House, the na-vy yard, the Cap-i-tol, and
in fact the whole town. They left in great haste, though, when they
heard that our troops were on the way, and the next day Mrs. Mad-i-son
put on the dress of a