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Mysterious
forces
worked
for
him
in
council
.
He
was
awarded
significant
contracts
,
and
he
always
bid
.
The
garbage
business
was
now
a
thing
of
the
past
.
His
eldest
boy
,
Owen
,
was
a
member
of
the
State
legislature
and
a
partner
in
his
business
affairs
.
His
second
son
,
Callum
,
was
a
clerk
in
the
city
water
department
and
an
assistant
to
his
father
also
.
Aileen
,
his
eldest
daughter
,
fifteen
years
of
age
,
was
still
in
St.
Agatha
's
,
a
convent
school
in
Germantown
.
Norah
,
his
second
daughter
and
youngest
child
,
thirteen
years
old
,
was
in
attendance
at
a
local
private
school
conducted
by
a
Catholic
sisterhood
.
The
Butler
family
had
moved
away
from
South
Philadelphia
into
Girard
Avenue
,
near
the
twelve
hundreds
,
where
a
new
and
rather
interesting
social
life
was
beginning
.
They
were
not
of
it
,
but
Edward
Butler
,
contractor
,
now
fifty-five
years
of
age
,
worth
,
say
,
five
hundred
thousand
dollars
,
had
many
political
and
financial
friends
.
No
longer
a
"
rough
neck
,
"
but
a
solid
,
reddish-faced
man
,
slightly
tanned
,
with
broad
shoulders
and
a
solid
chest
,
gray
eyes
,
gray
hair
,
a
typically
Irish
face
made
wise
and
calm
and
undecipherable
by
much
experience
.
His
big
hands
and
feet
indicated
a
day
when
he
had
not
worn
the
best
English
cloth
suits
and
tanned
leather
,
but
his
presence
was
not
in
any
way
offensive
--
rather
the
other
way
about
.
Though
still
possessed
of
a
brogue
,
he
was
soft-spoken
,
winning
,
and
persuasive
.
He
had
been
one
of
the
first
to
become
interested
in
the
development
of
the
street-car
system
and
had
come
to
the
conclusion
,
as
had
Cowperwood
and
many
others
,
that
it
was
going
to
be
a
great
thing
.
The
money
returns
on
the
stocks
or
shares
he
had
been
induced
to
buy
had
been
ample
evidence
of
that
,
He
had
dealt
through
one
broker
and
another
,
having
failed
to
get
in
on
the
original
corporate
organizations
.
He
wanted
to
pick
up
such
stock
as
he
could
in
one
organization
and
another
,
for
he
believed
they
all
had
a
future
,
and
most
of
all
he
wanted
to
get
control
of
a
line
or
two
.
In
connection
with
this
idea
he
was
looking
for
some
reliable
young
man
,
honest
and
capable
,
who
would
work
under
his
direction
and
do
what
he
said
.
Then
he
learned
of
Cowperwood
,
and
one
day
sent
for
him
and
asked
him
to
call
at
his
house
.
Cowperwood
responded
quickly
,
for
he
knew
of
Butler
,
his
rise
,
his
connections
,
his
force
.
He
called
at
the
house
as
directed
,
one
cold
,
crisp
February
morning
.
He
remembered
the
appearance
of
the
street
afterward
--
broad
,
brick-paved
sidewalks
,
macadamized
roadway
,
powdered
over
with
a
light
snow
and
set
with
young
,
leafless
,
scrubby
trees
and
lamp-posts
.
Butler
's
house
was
not
new
--
he
had
bought
and
repaired
it
--
but
it
was
not
an
unsatisfactory
specimen
of
the
architecture
of
the
time
.
It
was
fifty
feet
wide
,
four
stories
tall
,
of
graystone
and
with
four
wide
,
white
stone
steps
leading
up
to
the
door
.
The
window
arches
,
framed
in
white
,
had
U-shaped
keystones
.
There
were
curtains
of
lace
and
a
glimpse
of
red
plush
through
the
windows
,
which
gleamed
warm
against
the
cold
and
snow
outside
.
A
trim
Irish
maid
came
to
the
door
and
he
gave
her
his
card
and
was
invited
into
the
house
.
"
Is
Mr.
Butler
home
?
"
"
I
'm
not
sure
,
sir
.
I
'll
find
out
.
He
may
have
gone
out
.
"
In
a
little
while
he
was
asked
to
come
upstairs
,
where
he
found
Butler
in
a
somewhat
commercial-looking
room
.
It
had
a
desk
,
an
office
chair
,
some
leather
furnishings
,
and
a
bookcase
,
but
no
completeness
or
symmetry
as
either
an
office
or
a
living
room
.
There
were
several
pictures
on
the
wall
--
an
impossible
oil
painting
,
for
one
thing
,
dark
and
gloomy
;
a
canal
and
barge
scene
in
pink
and
nile
green
for
another
;
some
daguerreotypes
of
relatives
and
friends
which
were
not
half
bad
.
Cowperwood
noticed
one
of
two
girls
,
one
with
reddish-gold
hair
,
another
with
what
appeared
to
be
silky
brown
.
The
beautiful
silver
effect
of
the
daguerreotype
had
been
tinted
.
They
were
pretty
girls
,
healthy
,
smiling
,
Celtic
,
their
heads
close
together
,
their
eyes
looking
straight
out
at
you
.
He
admired
them
casually
,
and
fancied
they
must
be
Butler
's
daughters
.
"
Mr.
Cowperwood
?
"
inquired
Butler
,
uttering
the
name
fully
with
a
peculiar
accent
on
the
vowels
.
(
He
was
a
slow-moving
man
,
solemn
and
deliberate
.
)
Cowperwood
noticed
that
his
body
was
hale
and
strong
like
seasoned
hickory
,
tanned
by
wind
and
rain
.
The
flesh
of
his
cheeks
was
pulled
taut
and
there
was
nothing
soft
or
flabby
about
him
.
