d Sam, "is good!"

That morning, after the walk in St. James's Park, when Sam returned
with Polly to Claridge's, they encountered her father in the hall.
Mindful of the affront of the night before, he greeted Sam only with a
scowl.

"Senator," cried Sam happily, "you must be the first to hear the news!
Polly and I are going into partnership. We are to be married."

This time Senator Seward did not trouble himself even to tell Sam he
was an ass. He merely grinned cynically.

"Is that all your news?" he demanded with sarcasm.

"No," said Sam--"I am going into partnership with Baron Haussmann too!"

THE BURIED TREASURE OF COBRE

Young Everett at last was a minister plenipotentiary. In London as
third secretary he had splashed around in the rain to find the
ambassador's carriage. In Rome as a second secretary he had served as
a clearing-house for the Embassy's visiting-cards; and in Madrid as
first secretary he had acted as interpreter for a minister who, though
valuable as a national chairman, had much to learn of even his own
language. But although surrounded by all the wonders and delights of
Europe, although he walked, talked, wined, and dined with statesmen and
court beauties, Everett was not happy. He was never his own master.
Always he answered the button pressed by the man higher up. Always
over him loomed his chief; always, for his diligence and zeal, his
chief received credit.

As His Majesty's naval attache put it sympathetically, "Better be a
top-side man on a sampan than First Luff on the Dreadnought. Don't be
another man's right hand. Be your own right hand." Accordingly when
the State Department offered to make him minister to the Republic of
Amapala, Everett gladly deserted the flesh-pots of Europe, and, on
mule-back over trails in the living rock, through mountain torrents
that had never known the shadow of a bridge, through swamp and jungle,
rode sunburnt and saddle-sore into his inheritance.

When giving him his farewell instructions, the Secretary of State had
not attempted to deceive him.

"Of all the smaller republics of Central America," he frankly told him,
"Amapala is the least desirable, least civilized, least acceptable. It
offers an ambitious young diplomat no chance. But once a minister,
always a minister. Having lifted you out of the secretary class we
can't demote you. Your days of deciphering cablegrams are over, and if
you don't die of fever, of boredom, or b