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The
city
of
Chicago
,
with
whose
development
the
personality
of
Frank
Algernon
Cowperwood
was
soon
to
be
definitely
linked
!
To
whom
may
the
laurels
as
laureate
of
this
Florence
of
the
West
yet
fall
?
This
singing
flame
of
a
city
,
this
all
America
,
this
poet
in
chaps
and
buckskin
,
this
rude
,
raw
Titan
,
this
Burns
of
a
city
!
By
its
shimmering
lake
it
lay
,
a
king
of
shreds
and
patches
,
a
maundering
yokel
with
an
epic
in
its
mouth
,
a
tramp
,
a
hobo
among
cities
,
with
the
grip
of
Caesar
in
its
mind
,
the
dramatic
force
of
Euripides
in
its
soul
.
A
very
bard
of
a
city
this
,
singing
of
high
deeds
and
high
hopes
,
its
heavy
brogans
buried
deep
in
the
mire
of
circumstance
.
Take
Athens
,
oh
,
Greece
!
Italy
,
do
you
keep
Rome
!
This
was
the
Babylon
,
the
Troy
,
the
Nineveh
of
a
younger
day
.
Here
came
the
gaping
West
and
the
hopeful
East
to
see
.
Here
hungry
men
,
raw
from
the
shops
and
fields
,
idyls
and
romances
in
their
minds
,
builded
them
an
empire
crying
glory
in
the
mud
.
From
New
York
,
Vermont
,
New
Hampshire
,
Maine
had
come
a
strange
company
,
earnest
,
patient
,
determined
,
unschooled
in
even
the
primer
of
refinement
,
hungry
for
something
the
significance
of
which
,
when
they
had
it
,
they
could
not
even
guess
,
anxious
to
be
called
great
,
determined
so
to
be
without
ever
knowing
how
.
Here
came
the
dreamy
gentleman
of
the
South
,
robbed
of
his
patrimony
;
the
hopeful
student
of
Yale
and
Harvard
and
Princeton
;
the
enfranchised
miner
of
California
and
the
Rockies
,
his
bags
of
gold
and
silver
in
his
hands
.
Here
was
already
the
bewildered
foreigner
,
an
alien
speech
confounding
him
--
the
Hun
,
the
Pole
,
the
Swede
,
the
German
,
the
Russian
--
seeking
his
homely
colonies
,
fearing
his
neighbor
of
another
race
.
Here
was
the
negro
,
the
prostitute
,
the
blackleg
,
the
gambler
,
the
romantic
adventurer
par
excellence
.
A
city
with
but
a
handful
of
the
native-born
;
a
city
packed
to
the
doors
with
all
the
riffraff
of
a
thousand
towns
.
Flaring
were
the
lights
of
the
bagnio
;
tinkling
the
banjos
,
zithers
,
mandolins
of
the
so-called
gin-mill
;
all
the
dreams
and
the
brutality
of
the
day
seemed
gathered
to
rejoice
(
and
rejoice
they
did
)
in
this
new-found
wonder
of
a
metropolitan
life
in
the
West
.
The
first
prominent
Chicagoan
whom
Cowperwood
sought
out
was
the
president
of
the
Lake
City
National
Bank
,
the
largest
financial
organization
in
the
city
,
with
deposits
of
over
fourteen
million
dollars
.
It
was
located
in
Dearborn
Street
,
at
Munroe
,
but
a
block
or
two
from
his
hotel
.
"
Find
out
who
that
man
is
,
"
ordered
Mr.
Judah
Addison
,
the
president
of
the
bank
,
on
seeing
him
enter
the
president
's
private
waiting-room
.
Mr.
Addison
's
office
was
so
arranged
with
glass
windows
that
he
could
,
by
craning
his
neck
,
see
all
who
entered
his
reception-room
before
they
saw
him
,
and
he
had
been
struck
by
Cowperwood
's
face
and
force
.
Long
familiarity
with
the
banking
world
and
with
great
affairs
generally
had
given
a
rich
finish
to
the
ease
and
force
which
the
latter
naturally
possessed
.
He
looked
strangely
replete
for
a
man
of
thirty-six
--
suave
,
steady
,
incisive
,
with
eyes
as
fine
as
those
of
a
Newfoundland
or
a
Collie
and
as
innocent
and
winsome
.
They
were
wonderful
eyes
,
soft
and
spring-like
at
times
,
glowing
with
a
rich
,
human
understanding
which
on
the
instant
could
harden
and
flash
lightning
.
Deceptive
eyes
,
unreadable
,
but
alluring
alike
to
men
and
to
women
in
all
walks
and
conditions
of
life
.
The
secretary
addressed
came
back
with
Cowperwood
's
letter
of
introduction
,
and
immediately
Cowperwood
followed
.
Mr.
Addison
instinctively
arose
--
a
thing
he
did
not
always
do
.
"
I
'm
pleased
to
meet
you
,
Mr.
Cowperwood
,
"
he
said
,
politely
.
"
I
saw
you
come
in
just
now
.
You
see
how
I
keep
my
windows
here
,
so
as
to
spy
out
the
country
.
Sit
down
.
You
would
n't
like
an
apple
,
would
you
?
"
He
opened
a
left-hand
drawer
,
producing
several
polished
red
winesaps
,
one
of
which
he
held
out
.
"
I
always
eat
one
about
this
time
in
the
morning
.
"
