ABSTRACT
Frederick had returned to Staten Island only the previous spring tired out from his solitary journeying from Washington to New Orleans. But he had rested. His newspaper articles had done well; they excited attention North and South and raised a pleasant fuss. Only his family and friends knew that he was “Yeoman.” He imagined that these folk thought at last that Fred might be amounting to something after all, making up for having lagged behind the younger, more brilliant-seeming John Hull, who had gone to Europe first, graduated from Yale, gained a medical degree, married a pretty girl, had a son, and was an easy charmer, making people expect more from him than he ever accomplished.
