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The
beauty
!
The
ease
!
What
member
of
his
own
immediate
family
had
ever
even
dreamed
that
his
uncle
lived
thus
!
The
grandeur
!
And
his
own
parents
so
wretched
--
so
poor
,
preaching
on
the
streets
of
Kansas
City
and
no
doubt
Denver
.
Conducting
a
mission
!
And
although
thus
far
no
single
member
of
this
family
other
than
his
chill
cousin
had
troubled
to
meet
him
,
and
that
at
the
factory
only
,
and
although
he
had
been
so
indifferently
assigned
to
the
menial
type
of
work
that
he
had
,
still
he
was
elated
and
uplifted
.
For
,
after
all
,
was
he
not
a
Griffiths
,
a
full
cousin
as
well
as
a
full
nephew
to
the
two
very
important
men
who
lived
here
,
and
now
working
for
them
in
some
capacity
at
least
?
And
must
not
that
spell
a
future
of
some
sort
,
better
than
any
he
had
known
as
yet
?
For
consider
who
the
Griffiths
were
here
,
as
opposed
to
"
who
"
the
Griffiths
were
in
Kansas
City
,
say
--
or
Denver
.
The
enormous
difference
!
A
thing
to
be
as
carefully
concealed
as
possible
.
At
the
same
time
,
he
was
immediately
reduced
again
,
for
supposing
the
Griffiths
here
--
his
uncle
or
his
cousin
or
some
friend
or
agent
of
theirs
--
should
now
investigate
his
parents
and
his
past
?
Heavens
!
The
matter
of
that
slain
child
in
Kansas
City
!
His
parents
'
miserable
makeshift
life
!
Esta
!
At
once
his
face
fell
,
his
dreams
being
so
thickly
clouded
over
If
they
should
guess
!
If
they
should
sense
!
Oh
,
the
devil
--
who
was
he
anyway
?
And
what
did
he
really
amount
to
?
What
could
he
hope
for
from
such
a
great
world
as
this
really
,
once
they
knew
why
he
had
troubled
to
come
here
?
A
little
disgusted
and
depressed
he
turned
to
retrace
his
steps
,
for
all
at
once
he
felt
himself
very
much
of
a
nobody
.
The
room
which
Clyde
secured
this
same
day
with
the
aid
of
Mrs.
Braley
,
was
in
Thorpe
Street
,
a
thoroughfare
enormously
removed
in
quality
if
not
in
distance
from
that
in
which
his
uncle
resided
.
Indeed
the
difference
was
sufficient
to
decidedly
qualify
his
mounting
notions
of
himself
as
one
who
,
after
all
,
was
connected
with
him
.
The
commonplace
brown
or
gray
or
tan
colored
houses
,
rather
smoked
or
decayed
,
which
fronted
it
--
the
leafless
and
winter
harried
trees
which
in
spite
of
smoke
and
dust
seemed
to
give
promise
of
the
newer
life
so
near
at
hand
--
the
leaves
and
flowers
of
May
.
Yet
as
he
walked
into
it
with
Mrs.
Braley
,
many
drab
and
commonplace
figures
of
men
and
girls
,
and
elderly
spinsters
resembling
Mrs.
Braley
in
kind
,
were
making
their
way
home
from
the
several
factories
beyond
the
river
.
And
at
the
door
Mrs.
Braley
and
himself
were
received
by
a
none-too-polished
woman
in
a
clean
gingham
apron
over
a
dark
brown
dress
,
who
led
the
way
to
a
second
floor
room
,
not
too
small
or
uncomfortably
furnished
--
which
she
assured
him
he
could
have
for
four
dollars
without
board
or
seven
and
one-half
dollars
with
--
a
proposition
which
,
seeing
that
he
was
advised
by
Mrs.
Braley
that
this
was
somewhat
better
than
he
would
get
in
most
places
for
the
same
amount
,
he
decided
to
take
.
And
here
,
after
thanking
Mrs.
Braley
,
he
decided
to
remain
--
later
sitting
down
to
dinner
with
a
small
group
of
mill-town
store
and
factory
employees
,
such
as
partially
he
had
been
accustomed
to
in
Paulina
Street
in
Chicago
,
before
moving
to
the
better
atmosphere
of
the
Union
League
.
And
after
dinner
he
made
his
way
out
into
the
principal
thoroughfares
of
Lycurgus
,
only
to
observe
such
a
crowd
of
nondescript
mill-workers
as
,
judging
these
streets
by
day
,
he
would
not
have
fancied
swarmed
here
by
night
--
girls
and
boys
,
men
and
women
of
various
nationalities
,
and
types
--
Americans
,
Poles
,
Hungarians
,
French
,
English
--
and
for
the
most
part
--
if
not
entirely
touched
with
a
peculiar
something
--
ignorance
or
thickness
of
mind
or
body
,
or
with
a
certain
lack
of
taste
and
alertness
or
daring
,
which
seemed
to
mark
them
one
and
all
as
of
the
basement
world
which
he
had
seen
only
this
afternoon
.
Yet
in
some
streets
and
stores
,
particularly
those
nearer
Wykeagy
Avenue
,
a
better
type
of
girl
and
young
man
who
might
have
been
and
no
doubt
were
of
the
various
office
groups
of
the
different
companies
over
the
river
--
neat
and
active
.
And
Clyde
,
walking
to
and
fro
,
from
eight
until
ten
,
when
as
though
by
pre-arrangement
,
the
crowd
in
the
more
congested
streets
seemed
suddenly
to
fade
away
,
leaving
them
quite
vacant
.
And
throughout
this
time
contrasting
it
all
with
Chicago
and
Kansas
City
.
(
What
would
Ratterer
think
if
he
could
see
him
now
--
his
uncle
's
great
house
and
factory
?
)
And
perhaps
because
of
its
smallness
,
liking
it
--
the
Lycurgus
Hotel
,
neat
and
bright
and
with
a
brisk
local
life
seeming
to
center
about
it
.
And
the
post-office
and
a
handsomely
spired
church
,
together
with
an
old
and
interesting
graveyard
,
cheek
by
jowl
with
an
automobile
salesroom
.
And
a
new
moving
picture
theater
just
around
the
corner
in
a
side
street
.
And
various
boys
and
girls
,
men
and
women
,
walking
here
and
there
,
some
of
them
flirting
as
Clyde
could
see
.
And
with
a
suggestion
somehow
hovering
over
it
all
of
hope
and
zest
and
youth
--
the
hope
and
zest
and
youth
that
is
at
the
bottom
of
all
the
constructive
energy
of
the
world
everywhere
.
And
finally
returning
to
his
room
in
Thorpe
Street
with
the
conclusion
that
he
did
like
the
place
and
would
like
to
stay
here
.
That
beautiful
Wykeagy
Avenue
!
His
uncle
's
great
factory
!
The
many
pretty
and
eager
girls
he
had
seen
hurrying
to
and
fro
!
In
the
meantime
,
in
so
far
as
Gilbert
Griffiths
was
concerned
,
and
in
the
absence
of
his
father
,
who
was
in
New
York
at
the
time
(
a
fact
which
Clyde
did
not
know
and
of
which
Gilbert
did
not
trouble
to
inform
him
)
he
had
conveyed
to
his
mother
and
sisters
that
he
had
met
Clyde
,
and
if
he
were
not
the
dullest
,
certainly
he
was
not
the
most
interesting
person
in
the
world
,
either
.
Encountering
Myra
,
as
he
first
entered
at
five-thirty
,
the
same
day
that
Clyde
had
appeared
,
he
troubled
to
observe
:
"
Well
,
that
Chicago
cousin
of
ours
blew
in
to-day
.
"
"
Yes
!
"
commented
Myra
.
"
What
's
he
like
?
"
The
fact
that
her
father
had
described
Clyde
as
gentlemanly
and
intelligent
had
interested
her
,
although
knowing
Lycurgus
and
the
nature
of
the
mill
life
here
and
its
opportunities
for
those
who
worked
in
factories
such
as
her
father
owned
,
she
had
wondered
why
Clyde
had
bothered
to
come
.
