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As
for
the
two
Cowperwood
households
,
so
recently
and
pretentiously
joined
in
success
,
now
so
gloomily
tied
in
failure
,
the
life
was
going
out
of
them
.
Frank
Algernon
was
that
life
.
He
was
the
courage
and
force
of
his
father
:
the
spirit
and
opportunity
of
his
brothers
,
the
hope
of
his
children
,
the
estate
of
his
wife
,
the
dignity
and
significance
of
the
Cowperwood
name
.
All
that
meant
opportunity
,
force
,
emolument
,
dignity
,
and
happiness
to
those
connected
with
him
,
he
was
.
And
his
marvelous
sun
was
waning
apparently
to
a
black
eclipse
.
Since
the
fatal
morning
,
for
instance
,
when
Lillian
Cowperwood
had
received
that
utterly
destructive
note
,
like
a
cannonball
ripping
through
her
domestic
affairs
,
she
had
been
walking
like
one
in
a
trance
.
Each
day
now
for
weeks
she
had
been
going
about
her
duties
placidly
enough
to
all
outward
seeming
,
but
inwardly
she
was
running
with
a
troubled
tide
of
thought
.
She
was
so
utterly
unhappy
.
Her
fortieth
year
had
come
for
her
at
a
time
when
life
ought
naturally
to
stand
fixed
and
firm
on
a
solid
base
,
and
here
she
was
about
to
be
torn
bodily
from
the
domestic
soil
in
which
she
was
growing
and
blooming
,
and
thrown
out
indifferently
to
wither
in
the
blistering
noonday
sun
of
circumstance
.
As
for
Cowperwood
,
Senior
,
his
situation
at
his
bank
and
elsewhere
was
rapidly
nearing
a
climax
.
As
has
been
said
,
he
had
had
tremendous
faith
in
his
son
;
but
he
could
not
help
seeing
that
an
error
had
been
committed
,
as
he
thought
,
and
that
Frank
was
suffering
greatly
for
it
now
.
He
considered
,
of
course
,
that
Frank
had
been
entitled
to
try
to
save
himself
as
he
had
;
but
he
so
regretted
that
his
son
should
have
put
his
foot
into
the
trap
of
any
situation
which
could
stir
up
discussion
of
the
sort
that
was
now
being
aroused
.
Frank
was
wonderfully
brilliant
.
He
need
never
have
taken
up
with
the
city
treasurer
or
the
politicians
to
have
succeeded
marvelously
.
Local
street-railways
and
speculative
politicians
were
his
undoing
.
The
old
man
walked
the
floor
all
of
the
days
,
realizing
that
his
sun
was
setting
,
that
with
Frank
's
failure
he
failed
,
and
that
this
disgrace
--
these
public
charges
--
meant
his
own
undoing
.
His
hair
had
grown
very
gray
in
but
a
few
weeks
,
his
step
slow
,
his
face
pallid
,
his
eyes
sunken
.
His
rather
showy
side-whiskers
seemed
now
like
flags
or
ornaments
of
a
better
day
that
was
gone
.
His
only
consolation
through
it
all
was
that
Frank
had
actually
got
out
of
his
relationship
with
the
Third
National
Bank
without
owing
it
a
single
dollar
.
Still
as
he
knew
the
directors
of
that
institution
could
not
possibly
tolerate
the
presence
of
a
man
whose
son
had
helped
loot
the
city
treasury
,
and
whose
name
was
now
in
the
public
prints
in
this
connection
.
Besides
,
Cowperwood
,
Sr.
,
was
too
old
.
He
ought
to
retire
.
The
crisis
for
him
therefore
came
on
the
day
when
Frank
was
arrested
on
the
embezzlement
charge
.
The
old
man
,
through
Frank
,
who
had
it
from
Steger
,
knew
it
was
coming
,
still
had
the
courage
to
go
to
the
bank
but
it
was
like
struggling
under
the
weight
of
a
heavy
stone
to
do
it
.
But
before
going
,
and
after
a
sleepless
night
,
he
wrote
his
resignation
to
Frewen
Kasson
,
the
chairman
of
the
board
of
directors
,
in
order
that
he
should
be
prepared
to
hand
it
to
him
,
at
once
.
Kasson
,
a
stocky
,
well-built
,
magnetic
man
of
fifty
,
breathed
an
inward
sigh
of
relief
at
the
sight
of
it
.
"
I
know
it
's
hard
,
Mr.
Cowperwood
,
"
he
said
,
sympathetically
.
"
We
--
and
I
can
speak
for
the
other
members
of
the
board
--
we
feel
keenly
the
unfortunate
nature
of
your
position
.
We
know
exactly
how
it
is
that
your
son
has
become
involved
in
this
matter
.
He
is
not
the
only
banker
who
has
been
involved
in
the
city
's
affairs
.
By
no
means
.
It
is
an
old
system
.
We
appreciate
,
all
of
us
,
keenly
,
the
services
you
have
rendered
this
institution
during
the
past
thirty-five
years
.
If
there
were
any
possible
way
in
which
we
could
help
to
tide
you
over
the
difficulties
at
this
time
,
we
would
be
glad
to
do
so
,
but
as
a
banker
yourself
you
must
realize
just
how
impossible
that
would
be
Everything
is
in
a
turmoil
.
If
things
were
settled
--
if
we
knew
how
soon
this
would
blow
over
--
"
He
paused
,
for
he
felt
that
he
could
not
go
on
and
say
that
he
or
the
bank
was
sorry
to
be
forced
to
lose
Mr.
Cowperwood
in
this
way
at
present
.
Mr.
Cowperwood
himself
would
have
to
speak
.
During
all
this
Cowperwood
,
Sr.
,
had
been
doing
his
best
to
pull
himself
together
in
order
to
be
able
to
speak
at
all
.
He
had
gotten
out
a
large
white
linen
handkerchief
and
blown
his
nose
,
and
had
straightened
himself
in
his
chair
,
and
laid
his
hands
rather
peacefully
on
his
desk
.
Still
he
was
intensely
wrought
up
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
this
!
"
he
suddenly
exclaimed
.
"
I
wish
you
would
leave
me
alone
now
.
"
