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Since this young fellow went out into the world from his New England home, he had done some things that he would rather his mother should not know, things maybe that he would shrink from telling Ruth.  At a certain green age young gentlemen are sometimes afraid of being called milksops, and Philip’s associates had not always been the most select, such as these historians would have chosen for him, or whom at a later, period he would have chosen for himself.  It seemed inexplicable, for instance, that his life should have been thrown so much with his college acquaintance, Henry Brierly.

Yet, this was true of Philip, that in whatever company he had been he had never been ashamed to stand up for the principles he learned from his mother, and neither raillery nor looks of wonder turned him from that daily habit had learned at his mother’s knees.—­Even flippant Harry respected this, and perhaps it was one of the reasons why Harry and all who knew Philip trusted him implicitly.  And yet it must be confessed that Philip did not convey the impression to the world of a very serious young man, or of a man who might not rather easily fall into temptation.  One looking for a real hero would have to go elsewhere.

The parting between Laura and her mother was exceedingly painful to both.  It was as if two friends parted on a wide plain, the one to journey towards the setting and the other towards the rising sun, each comprehending that every, step henceforth must separate their lives, wider and wider.

CHAPTER LIX.

When Mr. Noble’s bombshell fell, in Senator Dilworthy’s camp, the statesman was disconcerted for a moment.  For a moment; that was all.  The next moment he was calmly up and doing.  From the centre of our country to its circumference, nothing was talked of but Mr. Noble’s terrible revelation, and the people were furious.  Mind, they were not furious because bribery was uncommon in our public life, but merely because here was another case.  Perhaps it did not occur to the nation of good and worthy people that while they continued to sit comfortably at home and leave the true source of our political power (the “primaries,”) in the hands of saloon-keepers, dog-fanciers and hod-carriers, they could go on expecting “another” case of this kind, and even dozens and hundreds of them, and never be disappointed.  However, they may have thought that to sit at home and grumble would some day right the evil.

Yes, the nation was excited, but Senator Dilworthy was calm—­what was left of him after the explosion of the shell.  Calm, and up and doing.  What did he do first?  What would you do first, after you had tomahawked your mother at the breakfast table for putting too much sugar in your coffee?  You would “ask for a suspension of public opinion.”  That is what Senator Dilworthy did.  It is the custom.  He got the usual amount of suspension.