years to come might grow to be almost as great as
his Uncle John Calhoun, who was now Congressman from the Eighth
District.

He began telling the boy how great he was going to be until his mother
put a stop to it by threatening to send him home before the boy's second
birthday, the celebration of which event the grandfather and two
grandmothers looked forward to with excited expectancy, as he was the
only grandchild in either family.

On his second birthday he was showered with presents. Everybody
remembered him, except his Aunt Rosamond. She left the Cornwall family
alone after her visit in August, following the marriage of John and
Mary.

She was now in Washington with her husband; or, as some of her friends
put it, she was in Washington, accompanied by her husband.

As a politician, he was not in her class. She some time since had ceased
in her attempts to gratify ambition by reflective honors from her
husband and had marched forth under the leadership of Mrs. Catt as a
most trusted lieutenant. She was head of the Woman's Suffrage
Organization of Kentucky; was in great demand as a public speaker and
heralded by an extensive following as the probable successor of Mrs.
Catt in the fight for the emancipation of women.

Her husband, in spite of his distinguished air and faculty as a personal
press agent, was slowly losing his identity. He was not infrequently
referred to, particularly in Washington, as the husband of Mrs. Rosamond
Clay Saylor.

* * * * *

On the way home from his visit. Grandpa Saylor stopped off at Pineville
and spent a day or two on the head of Straight Creek with his former
neighbors.

The old home place was occupied by Jim Helton, who, when he sold his
land to the coal company, moved into the Saylor house. He spent a day
with the Heltons; he even visited the old cliff-house still and at
twilight started down the creek for Pineville. In the valley it was very
dark, as the moon had not yet risen above the mountain.

When opposite Elhannon Howard's, the horse he was riding stumbled over
something in the middle of the road and horse and rider were hurled over
the bank into the creek. Elhannon, hearing the noise made by the horse
floundering around in the water and old man Saylor swearing, came out
bearing a flaming pine knot, and the two old enemies faced each other.

Saylor's horse had stumbled over one of Elhannon's cows asleep in the
road and the frightened