The Capital of the U. S. is no summer resort. Last week Washington's quasi-tropical sun, blazing down upon the Capitol, did its best to drain the vitality of all men who went about their business there. And perspiration stood upon the white fringed browas round and far more sunburned than the Capitol dome of Senator Duncan Upshaw Fletcher. The venerable Senator might have been spared that ordeal. He might have returned to his constituents and sat with proper refreshment under the palm trees where the Atlantic laps on Florida's coral strand. His age,...
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