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Semple
attended
,
and
dull
visits
to
his
relatives
and
hers
.
The
Cowperwoods
,
the
Watermans
,
and
a
few
families
of
that
caliber
,
had
been
the
notable
exceptions
.
Now
all
this
was
changed
.
Young
Cowperwood
did
not
care
very
much
for
her
relatives
,
and
the
Semples
had
been
alienated
by
her
second
,
and
to
them
outrageous
,
marriage
.
His
own
family
was
closely
interested
by
ties
of
affection
and
mutual
prosperity
,
but
,
better
than
this
,
he
was
drawing
to
himself
some
really
significant
personalities
.
He
brought
home
with
him
,
socially
--
not
to
talk
business
,
for
he
disliked
that
idea
--
bankers
,
investors
,
customers
and
prospective
customers
.
Out
on
the
Schuylkill
,
the
Wissahickon
,
and
elsewhere
,
were
popular
dining
places
where
one
could
drive
on
Sunday
.
He
and
Mrs.
Cowperwood
frequently
drove
out
to
Mrs.
Seneca
Davis
's
,
to
Judge
Kitchen
's
,
to
the
home
of
Andrew
Sharpless
,
a
lawyer
whom
he
knew
,
to
the
home
of
Harper
Steger
,
his
own
lawyer
,
and
others
.
Cowperwood
had
the
gift
of
geniality
.
None
of
these
men
or
women
suspected
the
depth
of
his
nature
--
he
was
thinking
,
thinking
,
thinking
,
but
enjoyed
life
as
he
went
.
One
of
his
earliest
and
most
genuine
leanings
was
toward
paintings
.
He
admired
nature
,
but
somehow
,
without
knowing
why
,
he
fancied
one
could
best
grasp
it
through
the
personality
of
some
interpreter
,
just
as
we
gain
our
ideas
of
law
and
politics
through
individuals
.
Mrs.
Cowperwood
cared
not
a
whit
one
way
or
another
,
but
she
accompanied
him
to
exhibitions
,
thinking
all
the
while
that
Frank
was
a
little
peculiar
.
He
tried
,
because
he
loved
her
,
to
interest
her
in
these
things
intelligently
,
but
while
she
pretended
slightly
,
she
could
not
really
see
or
care
,
and
it
was
very
plain
that
she
could
not
.
The
children
took
up
a
great
deal
of
her
time
.
However
,
Cowperwood
was
not
troubled
about
this
.
It
struck
him
as
delightful
and
exceedingly
worth
while
that
she
should
be
so
devoted
.
At
the
same
time
,
her
lethargic
manner
,
vague
smile
and
her
sometimes
seeming
indifference
,
which
sprang
largely
from
a
sense
of
absolute
security
,
attracted
him
also
.
She
was
so
different
from
him
!
She
took
her
second
marriage
quite
as
she
had
taken
her
first
--
a
solemn
fact
which
contained
no
possibility
of
mental
alteration
.
As
for
himself
,
however
,
he
was
bustling
about
in
a
world
which
,
financially
at
least
,
seemed
all
alteration
--
there
were
so
many
sudden
and
almost
unheard-of
changes
.
He
began
to
look
at
her
at
times
,
with
a
speculative
eye
--
not
very
critically
,
for
he
liked
her
--
but
with
an
attempt
to
weigh
her
personality
.
He
had
known
her
five
years
and
more
now
.
What
did
he
know
about
her
?
The
vigor
of
youth
--
those
first
years
--
had
made
up
for
so
many
things
,
but
now
that
he
had
her
safely
...
There
came
in
this
period
the
slow
approach
,
and
finally
the
declaration
,
of
war
between
the
North
and
the
South
,
attended
with
so
much
excitement
that
almost
all
current
minds
were
notably
colored
by
it
.
It
was
terrific
.
Then
came
meetings
,
public
and
stirring
,
and
riots
;
the
incident
of
John
Brown
's
body
;
the
arrival
of
Lincoln
,
the
great
commoner
,
on
his
way
from
Springfield
,
Illinois
,
to
Washington
via
Philadelphia
,
to
take
the
oath
of
office
;
the
battle
of
Bull
Run
;
the
battle
of
Vicksburg
;
the
battle
of
Gettysburg
,
and
so
on
.
Cowperwood
was
only
twenty-five
at
the
time
,
a
cool
,
determined
youth
,
who
thought
the
slave
agitation
might
be
well
founded
in
human
rights
--
no
doubt
was
--
but
exceedingly
dangerous
to
trade
.
He
hoped
the
North
would
win
;
but
it
might
go
hard
with
him
personally
and
other
financiers
.
He
did
not
care
to
fight
.
That
seemed
silly
for
the
individual
man
to
do
.
Others
might
--
there
were
many
poor
,
thin-minded
,
half-baked
creatures
who
would
put
themselves
up
to
be
shot
;
but
they
were
only
fit
to
be
commanded
or
shot
down
.
As
for
him
,
his
life
was
sacred
to
himself
and
his
family
and
his
personal
interests
.
He
recalled
seeing
,
one
day
,
in
one
of
the
quiet
side
streets
,
as
the
working-men
were
coming
home
from
their
work
,
a
small
enlisting
squad
of
soldiers
in
blue
marching
enthusiastically
along
,
the
Union
flag
flying
,
the
drummers
drumming
,
the
fifes
blowing
,
the
idea
being
,
of
course
,
to
so
impress
the
hitherto
indifferent
or
wavering
citizen
,
to
exalt
him
to
such
a
pitch
,
that
he
would
lose
his
sense
of
proportion
,
of
self-interest
,
and
,
forgetting
all
--
wife
,
parents
,
home
,
and
children
--
and
seeing
only
the
great
need
of
the
country
,
fall
in
behind
and
enlist
.
He
saw
one
workingman
swinging
his
pail
,
and
evidently
not
contemplating
any
such
denouement
to
his
day
's
work
,
pause
,
listen
as
the
squad
approached
,
hesitate
as
it
drew
close
,
and
as
it
passed
,
with
a
peculiar
look
of
uncertainty
or
wonder
in
his
eyes
,
fall
in
behind
and
march
solemnly
away
to
the
enlisting
quarters
.
What
was
it
that
had
caught
this
man
,
Frank
asked
himself
.
How
was
he
overcome
so
easily
?
He
had
not
intended
to
go
.
His
face
was
streaked
with
the
grease
and
dirt
of
his
work
--
he
looked
like
a
foundry
man
or
machinist
,
say
twenty-five
years
of
age
.
Frank
watched
the
little
squad
disappear
at
the
end
of
the
street
round
the
corner
under
the
trees
.
This
current
war-spirit
was
strange
.
The
people
seemed
to
him
to
want
to
hear
nothing
but
the
sound
of
the
drum
and
fife
,
to
see
nothing
but
troops
,
of
which
there
were
thousands
now
passing
through
on
their
way
to
the
front
,
carrying
cold
steel
in
the
shape
of
guns
at
their
shoulders
,
to
hear
of
war
and
the
rumors
of
war
.
It
was
a
thrilling
sentiment
,
no
doubt
,
great
but
unprofitable
.
It
meant
self-sacrifice
,
and
he
could
not
see
that
.
If
he
went
he
might
be
shot
,
and
what
would
his
noble
emotion
amount
to
then
?
He
would
rather
make
money
,
regulate
current
political
,
social
and
financial
affairs
.
The
poor
fool
who
fell
in
behind
the
enlisting
squad
--
no
,
not
fool
,
he
would
not
call
him
that
--
the
poor
overwrought
working-man
--
well
,
Heaven
pity
him
!
Heaven
pity
all
of
them
!
They
really
did
not
know
what
they
were
doing
One
day
he
saw
Lincoln
--
a
tall
,
shambling
man
,
long
,
bony
,
gawky
,
but
tremendously
impressive
.
It
was
a
raw
,
slushy
morning
of
a
late
February
day
,
and
the
great
war
President
was
just
through
with
his
solemn
pronunciamento
in
regard
to
the
bonds
that
might
have
been
strained
but
must
not
be
broken
.
As
he
issued
from
the
doorway
of
Independence
Hall
,
that
famous
birthplace
of
liberty
,
his
face
was
set
in
a
sad
,
meditative
calm
.
Cowperwood
looked
at
him
fixedly
as
he
issued
from
the
doorway
surrounded
by
chiefs
of
staff
,
local
dignitaries
,
detectives
,
and
the
curious
,
sympathetic
faces
of
the
public
.
As
he
studied
the
strangely
rough-hewn
countenance
a
sense
of
the
great
worth
and
dignity
of
the
man
came
over
him
.
"
A
real
man
,
that
,
"
he
thought
;
"
a
wonderful
temperament
.
"
His
every
gesture
came
upon
him
with
great
force
.
He
watched
him
enter
his
carriage
,
thinking
"
So
that
is
the
railsplitter
,
the
country
lawyer
.
Well
,
fate
has
picked
a
great
man
for
this
crisis
.
"
