While they were passing along the Avenue, they saw someone putting up a great display-sheet on the bulletin board of a newspaper office, and an eager crowd of men was collecting abort the place.  Washington and the Colonel ran to the spot and read this: 

“Tremendous Sensation!  Startling news from Saint’s Rest!  On first ballot for U. S. Senator, when voting was about to begin, Mr. Noble rose in his place and drew forth a package, walked forward and laid it on the Speaker’s desk, saying, ’This contains $7,000 in bank bills and was given me by Senator Dilworthy in his bed-chamber at midnight last night to buy —­my vote for him—­I wish the Speaker to count the money and retain it to pay the expense of prosecuting this infamous traitor for bribery.  The whole legislature was stricken speechless with dismay and astonishment.  Noble further said that there were fifty members present with money in their pockets, placed there by Dilworthy to buy their votes.  Amidst unparalleled excitement the ballot was now taken, and J. W. Smith elected U. S. Senator; Dilworthy receiving not one vote!  Noble promises damaging exposures concerning Dilworthy and certain measures of his now pending in Congress.

“Good heavens and earth!” exclaimed the Colonel.

“To the Capitol!” said Washington.  “Fly!”

And they did fly.  Long before they got there the newsboys were running ahead of them with Extras, hot from the press, announcing the astounding news.

Arrived in the gallery of the Senate, the friends saw a curious spectacle very Senator held an Extra in his hand and looked as interested as if it contained news of the destruction of the earth.  Not a single member was paying the least attention to the business of the hour.

The Secretary, in a loud voice, was just beginning to read the title of a bill: 

“House-Bill—­No. 4,231,—­An-Act-to-Found-and-Incorporate-the Knobs-Industrial-University!—­Read-first-and-secon
d-time-considered-in-committee-of-the-whole-ordered-engrossed and-passed-to-third-reading-and-final passage!”

The President—­“Third reading of the bill!”

The two friends shook in their shoes.  Senators threw down their extras and snatched a word or two with each other in whispers.  Then the gavel rapped to command silence while the names were called on the ayes and nays.  Washington grew paler and paler, weaker and weaker while the lagging list progressed; and when it was finished, his head fell helplessly forward on his arms.  The fight was fought, the long struggle was over, and he was a pauper.  Not a man had voted for the bill!

Col.  Sellers was bewildered and well nigh paralyzed, himself.  But no man could long consider his own troubles in the presence of such suffering as Washington’s.  He got him up and supported him—­almost carried him indeed—­out of the building and into a carriage.  All the way home Washington lay with his face against the Colonel’s shoulder and merely groaned and wept.  The Colonel tried as well as he could under the dreary circumstances to hearten him a little, but it was of no use.  Washington was past all hope of cheer, now.  He only said: