ia homes, and arriving in Washington, took a room in Brown's Hotel.
All four were in one room, and it was blazing hot, for they were right under the roof.
Cadmus, on reaching the capital of the nation, was invited to spend the evening with the Secretary of War, and did not return to his room until about 1 o'clock A. M. He paused; the door was locked, and the sounds of boisterous revelry were roaring within.
For some time he demanded entrance in vain, and when at last admitted found High Jinks were enacting there.
Poor Archie, in his fine new uniform, lay slumbering upon a bed, while Dominie and Old Jack, with only one garment, were singing with stunning effect Benny Hahn's Oh, and executing a barefooted back-step in time to the music.
Each composed his own poetry, in tones which resounded through the house and over the Avenue, till old Mr. Jesse Brown sent his compliments, with a request that they would stop that noise.
This was Old Jack's first and last frolic, to which in y