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And
he
was
to
write
her
frequently
as
to
the
outcome
of
his
efforts
here
.
And
so
,
after
having
notified
his
uncle
as
he
had
requested
,
Clyde
finally
took
his
departure
for
Lycurgus
.
But
on
his
arrival
there
,
since
his
original
notification
from
his
uncle
had
called
for
no
special
hour
at
which
to
call
at
the
factory
,
he
did
not
go
at
once
,
but
instead
sought
out
the
important
hotel
of
Lycurgus
,
the
Lycurgus
House
.
Then
finding
himself
with
ample
time
on
his
hands
,
and
very
curious
about
the
character
of
this
city
in
which
he
was
to
work
,
and
his
uncle
's
position
in
it
,
he
set
forth
to
look
it
over
,
his
thought
being
that
once
he
reported
and
began
work
he
might
not
soon
have
the
time
again
.
He
now
ambled
out
into
Central
Avenue
,
the
very
heart
of
Lycurgus
,
which
in
this
section
was
crossed
by
several
business
streets
,
which
together
with
Central
Avenue
for
a
few
blocks
on
either
side
,
appeared
to
constitute
the
business
center
--
all
there
was
to
the
life
and
gayety
of
Lycurgus
.
But
once
in
this
and
walking
about
,
how
different
it
all
seemed
to
the
world
to
which
so
recently
he
had
been
accustomed
.
For
here
,
as
he
had
thus
far
seen
,
all
was
on
a
so
much
smaller
scale
.
The
depot
,
from
which
only
a
half
hour
before
he
had
stepped
down
,
was
so
small
and
dull
,
untroubled
,
as
he
could
plainly
see
,
by
much
traffic
.
And
the
factory
section
which
lay
opposite
the
small
city
--
across
the
Mohawk
--
was
little
more
than
a
red
and
gray
assemblage
of
buildings
with
here
and
there
a
smokestack
projecting
upward
,
and
connected
with
the
city
by
two
bridges
--
a
half
dozen
blocks
apart
--
one
of
them
directly
at
this
depot
,
a
wide
traffic
bridge
across
which
traveled
a
car-line
following
the
curves
of
Central
Avenue
,
dotted
here
and
there
with
stores
and
small
homes
.
But
Central
Avenue
was
quite
alive
with
traffic
,
pedestrians
and
automobiles
.
Opposite
diagonally
from
the
hotel
,
which
contained
a
series
of
wide
plate-glass
windows
,
behind
which
were
many
chairs
interspersed
with
palms
and
pillars
,
was
the
dry-goods
emporium
of
Stark
and
Company
,
a
considerable
affair
,
four
stories
in
height
,
and
of
white
brick
,
and
at
least
a
hundred
feet
long
,
the
various
windows
of
which
seemed
bright
and
interesting
,
crowded
with
as
smart
models
as
might
be
seen
anywhere
.
Also
there
were
other
large
concerns
,
a
second
hotel
,
various
automobile
showrooms
,
a
moving
picture
theater
.
He
found
himself
ambling
on
and
on
until
suddenly
he
was
out
of
the
business
district
again
and
in
touch
with
a
wide
and
tree-shaded
thoroughfare
of
residences
,
the
houses
of
which
,
each
and
every
one
,
appeared
to
possess
more
room
space
,
lawn
space
,
general
ease
and
repose
and
dignity
even
than
any
with
which
he
had
ever
been
in
contact
.
In
short
,
as
he
sensed
it
from
this
brief
inspection
of
its
very
central
portion
,
it
seemed
a
very
exceptional
,
if
small
city
street
--
rich
,
luxurious
even
.
So
many
imposing
wrought-iron
fences
,
flower-bordered
walks
,
grouped
trees
and
bushes
,
expensive
and
handsome
automobiles
either
beneath
porte-cocheres
within
or
speeding
along
the
broad
thoroughfare
without
.
And
in
some
neighboring
shops
--
those
nearest
Central
Avenue
and
the
business
heart
where
this
wide
and
handsome
thoroughfare
began
,
were
to
be
seen
such
expensive-looking
and
apparently
smart
displays
of
the
things
that
might
well
interest
people
of
means
and
comfort
--
motors
,
jewels
,
lingerie
,
leather
goods
and
furniture
.
But
where
now
did
his
uncle
and
his
family
live
?
In
which
house
?
What
street
?
Was
it
larger
and
finer
than
any
of
these
he
had
seen
in
this
street
?
He
must
return
at
once
,
he
decided
,
and
report
to
his
uncle
.
He
must
look
up
the
factory
address
,
probably
in
that
region
beyond
the
river
,
and
go
over
there
and
see
him
.
What
would
he
say
,
how
act
,
what
would
his
uncle
set
him
to
doing
?
What
would
his
cousin
Gilbert
be
like
?
What
would
he
be
likely
to
think
of
him
?
In
his
last
letter
his
uncle
had
mentioned
his
son
Gilbert
.
He
retraced
his
steps
along
Central
Avenue
to
the
depot
and
found
himself
quickly
before
the
walls
of
the
very
large
concern
he
was
seeking
.
It
was
of
red
brick
,
six
stories
high
--
almost
a
thousand
feet
long
.
It
was
nearly
all
windows
--
at
least
that
portion
which
had
been
most
recently
added
and
which
was
devoted
to
collars
.
An
older
section
,
as
Clyde
later
learned
,
was
connected
with
the
newer
building
by
various
bridges
.
And
the
south
walls
of
both
these
two
structures
,
being
built
at
the
water
's
edge
,
paralleled
the
Mohawk
.
There
were
also
,
as
he
now
found
,
various
entrances
along
River
Street
,
a
hundred
feet
or
more
apart
--
and
each
one
,
guarded
by
an
employee
in
uniform
--
entrances
numbered
one
,
two
and
three
--
which
were
labeled
"
for
employees
only
"
--
an
entrance
numbered
four
which
read
"
office
"
--
and
entrances
five
and
six
appeared
to
be
devoted
to
freight
receipts
and
shipments
.
Clyde
made
his
way
to
the
office
portion
and
finding
no
one
to
hinder
him
,
passed
through
two
sets
of
swinging
doors
and
found
himself
in
the
presence
of
a
telephone
girl
seated
at
a
telephone
desk
behind
a
railing
,
in
which
was
set
a
small
gate
--
the
only
entrance
to
the
main
office
apparently
.
And
this
she
guarded
.
She
was
short
,
fat
,
thirty-five
and
unattractive
.
