John had, of course, heard of the engagement, but he had not suspected
that the wedding would take place so soon. In spite of his business,
however, he determined to be present. A great change had come over his
life since he had bid Joe good-by six months earlier. He had been called
to London as he had expected, and had arrived there to find that Z was
dead, and that he was to take his place in the council. The fiery old man
had died very suddenly, having worked almost to his last hour, in spite of
desperate illness; but when it was suspected that his case was hopeless,
John Harrington was warned that he must be ready to join the survivors at
once.
In the great excitement, and amidst the constant labor of his new
position, the past seemed to sink away to utter insignificance. His
previous exertions, the short sharp struggle for the senatorship ending in
defeat, the hopes and fears of ten years of a most active life, were
forgotten and despised in the realization of what he had so long and so
ardently desired, and now at last he saw that his dreams were no
impossibility, and that his theories were not myths.
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