Charles Gates Dawes walked his Chow dog Chung along the Olympic's promenade deck, puffed his underslung pipe. He was satisfied. Everything had been precise, prompthis conference with the Secretary of State, his last talk with the President, his packing, his sailing. He had telegraphed to London asking the exact space allowance for bookcases in the U. S. Embassy, had promptly received statistics. Needing a private secretary, he had offered the diplomatic opportunity to rugged Nephew Henry Dawes. one year out of Williams College, oil company clerk in Columbus, Ohio. Nephew Dawes had...
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