In the early autumn of 1913, the Secretary of the Treasury was simultaneously trying to guide the Federal Reserves bill through Congress and court the youngest of the President's three daughters. Because he, a widower with six children, was twice her age, he laid away his affection for her in the attic of his soul where, he said later, "one stores lovely but hopeless emotions.'' Later he changed his mind, and one chilly December evening sitting on a bench near the foot of the Washington Monument he proposed. When accepted, he felt...
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