Identifier: thirtyyearsinwa00loga (find matches)
Title: Thirty years in Washington; or, Life and scenes in our national capital. Portraying the wonderfuloperations in all the great departments, and describing every important function of our national go vernment ... With sketches of the presidents and their wives ... from Washington's to Roosevelt's administration
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Logan, Mary Simmerson (Cunningham), "Mrs. J. A. Logan,", 1838-1923
Subjects: Presidents Executive departments
Publisher: Hartford, Conn., A.D. Worthington & co
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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covery secret until she could communicatewith some of the higher officials. She would not even trustthe watchman whom she momentarily expected on hisrounds. I was going to call him, she said afterwards, but something kept saying like, Sophia, dont you do it!Dont you do it! Yous a poor black woman! He maytake the bank notes and say you stole em. So she wenton with her sweeping and dusting and kept on thinking. The hour for leaving arrived and yet she was notthrough. The tramp of the watchman announced his ap-proach, but she continued her sweeping with unabated andunusual energy. Seeing her still at work, he stopped andsaid, What, arent you through yet? Not quite, shesaid. Ise through dreckly, and kept right on digginginto the floor with her broom. Again the watchman re-turned and said You take a powerful time a-cleaning up to-night, Mrs. Holmes, whats the matter with you ? Isethrough pretty soon, pretty soon, said Sophia, raising acloud of dust with broom and brush. Darkness filled the
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A SURPRISE FOR GENERAL SPINNER. 213 Treasury. She thought of her two children waiting fortheir supper at home. Mechanically she kept at work until,tired out, she sat on the box of money and dropped intosemi-sleep. At that time (1862) General Spinner was Treasurer, anofficial whose great fidelity to his trust had earned for himthe title of i; The watch dog of the Treasury. He was uni-versally known as the General; crooked, crotchety, great-hearted, every afflicted woman in the large army of workersunder his care was sure of a hearing, and of redress, if possi-ble, from him. From his small room in the Treasury a dooropened into a still smaller one. In this little room thekeeper of the nations millions often slept all night, in orderthat he might be within call in case of accident or wrong do-ing. So great was his personal anxiety and the consciousnessof his vast responsibility that it was his custom every nightto go to the great money vaults and, with his own hand uponthe handles, assur

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