In the echoing rotunda of the U. S. Capitol, when the last creaking footstep of the final tourist has died away, when the Capitol police unbutton collars and open night-school lawbooks, and the fat rats begin their soft scuttling around the old statues—then, says legend, the great ghosts of the U. S. past meet for nightly debate over the day's issues. One sweet autumn night last week those historic phantoms had a new historic event to talk over. For as surely as if the votes were already counted, as definitely as if the...
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