The Senator frowned.
"Do you mean to intimate that Mr. Alwyn's appointment is held up because he is colored?"
"I do."
"Well—well!" The Senator rang for a clerk.
"Get me the Treasury on the telephone."
In a moment the bell rang.
"I want Mr. Cole. Is that you, Mr. Cole? Good-morning. Have you a young man named Alwyn on your eligible list? What? Yes?" A pause. "Indeed? Well, why has he no appointment? Of course, I know, he's a Negro. Yes, I desire it very much—thank you."
"You'll get an appointment to-morrow morning," and the Senator rose. "How is my sister?" he asked absently.
"She was looking worried, but hopeful of the new endowment when I left." The Senator held out his hand; Bles took it and then remembered.
"Oh, I beg pardon, but Miss Wynn wanted a word on another matter."