Moving toward the door, the President turned around, and added:
“By the bye, Junius, Captain Hathaway will report to you this evening for orders; dispose of him as you please,” and he passed out into the hall.
“Don’t mind me, Junius,” said Hugh; “read your paper. I’ll look at the society news in it—there is no such nonsense in yours,” drawing out the “Washington Report” from his pocket.
CHAPTER XII
Leaning back in his chair, and sending upward clouds of smoke from his fragrant cigar, Cobb unfolded the paper, and glanced at the title-page.
“Hello! The ‘Daily American,’” he said to himself. “Another copy of the paper I saw in San Francisco.”
Opening it, he observed the same peculiarities which had attracted his attention before, the same headings for the columns, the same want of regularity in the spacing at the ends of the lines, and the same scarcity in the variation of the type used. Glancing at the date, he read:
“‘America, September 19, 2,000.’ This is the 19th,” he mused; “surely this paper could not have come from San Francisco, or its vicinity, since its issue.” He would ask Hugh, in a moment, to explain it. Hardly knowing where to commence, he took the first column, and read: