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It
could
not
be
said
that
she
had
wildly
loved
Mr.
Semple
at
any
time
.
Although
she
had
cheerfully
married
him
,
he
was
not
the
kind
of
man
who
could
arouse
a
notable
passion
in
any
woman
.
He
was
practical
,
methodic
,
orderly
.
His
shoe
store
was
a
good
one
--
well-stocked
with
styles
reflecting
the
current
tastes
and
a
model
of
cleanliness
and
what
one
might
term
pleasing
brightness
.
He
loved
to
talk
,
when
he
talked
at
all
,
of
shoe
manufacturing
,
the
development
of
lasts
and
styles
.
The
ready-made
shoe
--
machine-made
to
a
certain
extent
--
was
just
coming
into
its
own
slowly
,
and
outside
of
these
,
supplies
of
which
he
kept
,
he
employed
bench-making
shoemakers
,
satisfying
his
customers
with
personal
measurements
and
making
the
shoes
to
order
.
Mrs.
Semple
read
a
little
--
not
much
.
She
had
a
habit
of
sitting
and
apparently
brooding
reflectively
at
times
,
but
it
was
not
based
on
any
deep
thought
.
She
had
that
curious
beauty
of
body
,
though
,
that
made
her
somewhat
like
a
figure
on
an
antique
vase
,
or
out
of
a
Greek
chorus
.
It
was
in
this
light
,
unquestionably
,
that
Cowperwood
saw
her
,
for
from
the
beginning
he
could
not
keep
his
eyes
off
her
.
In
a
way
,
she
was
aware
of
this
but
she
did
not
attach
any
significance
to
it
.
Thoroughly
conventional
,
satisfied
now
that
her
life
was
bound
permanently
with
that
of
her
husband
,
she
had
settled
down
to
a
staid
and
quiet
existence
.
At
first
,
when
Frank
called
,
she
did
not
have
much
to
say
.
She
was
gracious
,
but
the
burden
of
conversation
fell
on
her
husband
.
Cowperwood
watched
the
varying
expression
of
her
face
from
time
to
time
,
and
if
she
had
been
at
all
psychic
she
must
have
felt
something
.
Fortunately
she
was
not
.
Semple
talked
to
him
pleasantly
,
because
in
the
first
place
Frank
was
becoming
financially
significant
,
was
suave
and
ingratiating
,
and
in
the
next
place
he
was
anxious
to
get
richer
and
somehow
Frank
represented
progress
to
him
in
that
line
.
One
spring
evening
they
sat
on
the
porch
and
talked
--
nothing
very
important
--
slavery
,
street-cars
,
the
panic
--
it
was
on
then
,
that
of
1857
--
the
development
of
the
West
.
Mr.
Semple
wanted
to
know
all
about
the
stock
exchange
.
In
return
Frank
asked
about
the
shoe
business
,
though
he
really
did
not
care
.
All
the
while
,
inoffensively
,
he
watched
Mrs.
Semple
.
Her
manner
,
he
thought
,
was
soothing
,
attractive
,
delightful
.
She
served
tea
and
cake
for
them
.
They
went
inside
after
a
time
to
avoid
the
mosquitoes
.
She
played
the
piano
.
At
ten
o'clock
he
left
.
Thereafter
,
for
a
year
or
so
,
Cowperwood
bought
his
shoes
of
Mr.
Semple
.
Occasionally
also
he
stopped
in
the
Chestnut
Street
store
to
exchange
the
time
of
the
day
.
Semple
asked
his
opinion
as
to
the
advisability
of
buying
some
shares
in
the
Fifth
and
Sixth
Street
line
,
which
,
having
secured
a
franchise
,
was
creating
great
excitement
.
Cowperwood
gave
him
his
best
judgment
.
It
was
sure
to
be
profitable
.
He
himself
had
purchased
one
hundred
shares
at
five
dollars
a
share
,
and
urged
Semple
to
do
so
.
But
he
was
not
interested
in
him
personally
.
He
liked
Mrs.
Semple
,
though
he
did
not
see
her
very
often
.
About
a
year
later
,
Mr.
Semple
died
.
It
was
an
untimely
death
,
one
of
those
fortuitous
and
in
a
way
insignificant
episodes
which
are
,
nevertheless
,
dramatic
in
a
dull
way
to
those
most
concerned
.
He
was
seized
with
a
cold
in
the
chest
late
in
the
fall
--
one
of
those
seizures
ordinarily
attributed
to
wet
feet
or
to
going
out
on
a
damp
day
without
an
overcoat
--
and
had
insisted
on
going
to
business
when
Mrs.
Semple
urged
him
to
stay
at
home
and
recuperate
.
He
was
in
his
way
a
very
determined
person
,
not
obstreperously
so
,
but
quietly
and
under
the
surface
.
Business
was
a
great
urge
.
He
saw
himself
soon
to
be
worth
about
fifty
thousand
dollars
.
Then
this
cold
--
nine
more
days
of
pneumonia
--
and
he
was
dead
.
The
shoe
store
was
closed
for
a
few
days
;
the
house
was
full
of
sympathetic
friends
and
church
people
.
There
was
a
funeral
,
with
burial
service
in
the
Callowhill
Presbyterian
Church
,
to
which
they
belonged
,
and
then
he
was
buried
.
Mrs.
Semple
cried
bitterly
.
The
shock
of
death
affected
her
greatly
and
left
her
for
a
time
in
a
depressed
state
.
A
brother
of
hers
,
David
Wiggin
,
undertook
for
the
time
being
to
run
the
shoe
business
for
her
.
There
was
no
will
,
but
in
the
final
adjustment
,
which
included
the
sale
of
the
shoe
business
,
there
being
no
desire
on
anybody
's
part
to
contest
her
right
to
all
the
property
,
she
received
over
eighteen
thousand
dollars
.
She
continued
to
reside
in
the
Front
Street
house
,
and
was
considered
a
charming
and
interesting
widow
.
Throughout
this
procedure
young
Cowperwood
,
only
twenty
years
of
age
,
was
quietly
manifest
.
He
called
during
the
illness
.
He
attended
the
funeral
.
He
helped
her
brother
,
David
Wiggin
,
dispose
of
the
shoe
business
.
He
called
once
or
twice
after
the
funeral
,
then
stayed
away
for
a
considerable
time
.
In
five
months
he
reappeared
,
and
thereafter
he
was
a
caller
at
stated
intervals
--
periods
of
a
week
or
ten
days
.
Again
,
it
would
be
hard
to
say
what
he
saw
in
Semple
.
Her
prettiness
,
wax-like
in
its
quality
,
fascinated
him
;
her
indifference
aroused
perhaps
his
combative
soul
.
He
could
not
have
explained
why
,
but
he
wanted
her
in
an
urgent
,
passionate
way
.
He
could
not
think
of
her
reasonably
,
and
he
did
not
talk
of
her
much
to
any
one
.
His
family
knew
that
he
went
to
see
her
,
but
there
had
grown
up
in
the
Cowperwood
family
a
deep
respect
for
the
mental
force
of
Frank
.
He
was
genial
,
cheerful
,
gay
at
most
times
,
without
being
talkative
,
and
he
was
decidedly
successful
.
Everybody
knew
he
was
making
money
now
.
His
salary
was
fifty
dollars
a
week
,
and
he
was
certain
soon
to
get
more
.
