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I
'd
rather
have
a
little
business
of
my
own
than
all
the
floor
work
in
this
world
.
"
"
But
you
're
pretty
young
,
Frank
,
"
argued
his
employer
.
"
You
have
lots
of
time
to
work
for
yourself
.
"
In
the
end
he
parted
friends
with
both
Tighe
and
Rivers
.
"
That
's
a
smart
young
fellow
,
"
observed
Tighe
,
ruefully
.
"
He
'll
make
his
mark
,
"
rejoined
Rivers
.
"
He
's
the
shrewdest
boy
of
his
age
I
ever
saw
.
"
Cowperwood
's
world
at
this
time
was
of
roseate
hue
.
He
was
in
love
and
had
money
of
his
own
to
start
his
new
business
venture
.
He
could
take
his
street-car
stocks
,
which
were
steadily
increasing
in
value
,
and
raise
seventy
per
cent
.
of
their
market
value
.
He
could
put
a
mortgage
on
his
lots
and
get
money
there
,
if
necessary
.
He
had
established
financial
relations
with
the
Girard
National
Bank
--
President
Davison
there
having
taken
a
fancy
to
him
--
and
he
proposed
to
borrow
from
that
institution
some
day
.
All
he
wanted
was
suitable
investments
--
things
in
which
he
could
realize
surely
,
quickly
.
He
saw
fine
prospective
profits
in
the
street-car
lines
,
which
were
rapidly
developing
into
local
ramifications
.
He
purchased
a
horse
and
buggy
about
this
time
--
the
most
attractive-looking
animal
and
vehicle
he
could
find
--
the
combination
cost
him
five
hundred
dollars
--
and
invited
Mrs.
Semple
to
drive
with
him
.
She
refused
at
first
,
but
later
consented
.
He
had
told
her
of
his
success
,
his
prospects
,
his
windfall
of
fifteen
thousand
dollars
,
his
intention
of
going
into
the
note-brokerage
business
.
She
knew
his
father
was
likely
to
succeed
to
the
position
of
vice-president
in
the
Third
National
Bank
,
and
she
liked
the
Cowperwoods
.
Now
she
began
to
realize
that
there
was
something
more
than
mere
friendship
here
.
This
erstwhile
boy
was
a
man
,
and
he
was
calling
on
her
.
It
was
almost
ridiculous
in
the
face
of
things
--
her
seniority
,
her
widowhood
,
her
placid
,
retiring
disposition
--
but
the
sheer
,
quiet
,
determined
force
of
this
young
man
made
it
plain
that
he
was
not
to
be
balked
by
her
sense
of
convention
.
Cowperwood
did
not
delude
himself
with
any
noble
theories
of
conduct
in
regard
to
her
.
She
was
beautiful
,
with
a
mental
and
physical
lure
for
him
that
was
irresistible
,
and
that
was
all
he
desired
to
know
.
No
other
woman
was
holding
him
like
that
.
It
never
occurred
to
him
that
he
could
not
or
should
not
like
other
women
at
the
same
time
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
palaver
about
the
sanctity
of
the
home
.
It
rolled
off
his
mental
sphere
like
water
off
the
feathers
of
a
duck
.
He
was
not
eager
for
her
money
,
though
he
was
well
aware
of
it
.
He
felt
that
he
could
use
it
to
her
advantage
.
He
wanted
her
physically
.
He
felt
a
keen
,
primitive
interest
in
the
children
they
would
have
.
He
wanted
to
find
out
if
he
could
make
her
love
him
vigorously
and
could
rout
out
the
memory
of
her
former
life
.
Strange
ambition
.
Strange
perversion
,
one
might
almost
say
.
In
spite
of
her
fears
and
her
uncertainty
,
Lillian
Semple
accepted
his
attentions
and
interest
because
,
equally
in
spite
of
herself
,
she
was
drawn
to
him
.
One
night
,
when
she
was
going
to
bed
,
she
stopped
in
front
of
her
dressing
table
and
looked
at
her
face
and
her
bare
neck
and
arms
.
They
were
very
pretty
.
A
subtle
something
came
over
her
as
she
surveyed
her
long
,
peculiarly
shaded
hair
.
She
thought
of
young
Cowperwood
,
and
then
was
chilled
and
shamed
by
the
vision
of
the
late
Mr.
Semple
and
the
force
and
quality
of
public
opinion
.
"
Why
do
you
come
to
see
me
so
often
?
"
she
asked
him
when
he
called
the
following
evening
.
