A train bound southward roared through the gathering dark over the state of Virginia. Aboard the train, Charles E. Hughes made his toilet preparatory to going to bed.
Then he slipped into his waiting berth and turned over into sleep. At 9.10 P. M., the train snorted to a stop at Lynchburg, Va. Reporters climbed upon the platforms demanding to see Mr. Hughes. Mr. Hughes had given orders not to be disturbed; the diligent darky porter refused to violate these orders. The reporters turned to the conductor, who yielded to the importunities. He...
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