ice. An Isthmian canal was being
considered.

Speculation was rife whom Mr. Buchanan would send to represent us. The
press gang of the National Capital was all at sea. There was scarcely a
Democratic leader of national prominence whose name was not mentioned
in that connection, though speculation from day to day eddied round Mr.
James S. Rollins, of Missouri, an especial friend of the President and a
most accomplished public man.

At the height of excitement I happened to be in the library of the State
Department. I was on a step-ladder in quest of a book when I heard a
messenger say to the librarian: "The President is in the Secretary's
room and wants to have Mr. Dimitry come there right away." An
inspiration shot through me like a flash. They had chosen Alexander
Dimitry for the Central American Mission.

He was the official translator of the Department of State. Though
an able and learned man he was not in the line of preferment. He was
without political standing or backing of any sort. At first blush a more
unlikely, impossible appointment could hardly be suggested. But--so on
the instant I reasoned--he was peculiarly fitted in his own person for
the post in question. Though of Greek origin he looked like a Spaniard.
He spoke the Spanish language fluently. He had the procedure of the
State Department at his finger's ends. He was the head of a charming
domestic fabric--his daughters the prettiest girls in Washington. Why
not?

I climbed down from my stepladder and made tracks for the office of the
afternoon newspaper for which I was doing all-round work. I was barely
on time, the last forms being locked when I got there. I had the
editorial page opened and inserted at the top of the leading column a
double-leaded paragraph announcing that the agony was over--that the
Gordian knot was cut--that Alexander Dimitry had been selected as Envoy
Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to the Central American
States.

It proved a veritable sensation as well as a notable scoop. To increase
my glory the correspondents of the New York dailies scouted it. But in
a day or two it was officially confirmed. General Cass, the Secretary
of State, sent for me, having learned that I had been in the department
about the time of the consultation between the President, himself and
Mr. Dimitry.

"How did you get this?" he asked rather sharply.

"Out of my inner consciousness," I answered with flippant familiarity.
"Didn't you kn