ned in effigy. In short there occurred an uprising of
the peasantry, and Senator Hanway found himself denounced from ocean to
ocean as one guilty of studied treason. It was as much as one's
political life was worth to be on terms of friendship with him.

Speaker Frost called, and explained to Senator Hanway that he could no
longer hold the delegation from his State in his, Senator Hanway's,
interest; it would vote solidly against him in the coming convention.
Senator Gruff came under cloud of night, as though to hold conference
with a felon, and said that he had received advices from the Anaconda
President to the effect that nothing, not even the mighty Anaconda,
could stem the tide then setting and raging in Anaconda regions against
Senator Hanway. It was the Anaconda President's suggestion that Senator
Hanway withdraw himself from present thoughts of a White House. The
several States whose conventions had instructed for Senator Hanway,
through special meetings of their central committees, rescinded those
instructions. Throughout the country every vestige of a Hanway
enthusiasm was smothered, every scrap of Hanway hope was made to
disappear; that statesman was left in no more generous peril of becoming
President than of becoming Pope. And all through the gorgeous
proposition of a Georgian Bay-Ontario Canal, and the adroit use which
the malevolent Mr. Hawke had made of it! The passing of Senator Hanway
was the wonder of politics!

And yet that indomitable publicist bore these reverses grandly, for he
was capable of stoicism. Moreover, he was of that hopeful incessant
brood, like ants or wasps, the members whereof begin instantly in the
wake of the storm to rebuild their destroyed domiciles. And from the
first he lulled himself with no false hopes. As one after the other
Senator Hanway found his prospects ablaze, the knowledge broke on him,
and he accepted it, that the immediate future held for him no
Presidency. It would be party madness to put him up; the party rank and
file were in ferocious arms against him.

Senator Hanway drew one deep breath of regret and that was the limit of
his lamentation. He was young, when one thinks of a White House; there
still remained room in his life for three more shoots at that alluring
target; he would withdraw and re-prepare for four years or eight years
or--if Fate should so order the postponement of his ambition--twelve
years away. The public memory was short; within a year his