"History is what men have tacitly agreed shall be the truth." So commented a recent critic, and doubtless the scribe's Midas-fingers do convert much tinsel into gold. Yet, occasionally, there is no need for alchemy. James Amps, for many years closely associated with Theodore Roosevelt as butler, valet, "head-man," recently in Collier's sketched an intimate portrait of the Colonel's last days. The President had been a jovial man. He would tell a story of how he had loaned $200 to a "Rough Rider" friend to pay a lawyer for his defense after killing...
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