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"
Oh
,
Frank
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
when
she
saw
the
plain
,
wooden
,
four-story
hotel
,
the
long
,
unpleasing
business
street
,
with
its
motley
collection
of
frame
and
brick
stores
,
the
gaping
stretches
of
houses
,
facing
in
most
directions
unpaved
streets
.
Aileen
in
her
tailored
spick-and-spanness
,
her
self-conscious
vigor
,
vanity
,
and
tendency
to
over-ornament
,
was
a
strange
contrast
to
the
rugged
self-effacement
and
indifference
to
personal
charm
which
characterized
most
of
the
men
and
women
of
this
new
metropolis
.
"
You
did
n't
seriously
think
of
coming
out
here
to
live
,
did
you
?
"
She
was
wondering
where
her
chance
for
social
exchange
would
come
in
--
her
opportunity
to
shine
.
Suppose
her
Frank
were
to
be
very
rich
;
suppose
he
did
make
very
much
money
--
much
more
than
he
had
ever
had
even
in
the
past
--
what
good
would
it
do
her
here
?
In
Philadelphia
,
before
his
failure
,
before
she
had
been
suspected
of
the
secret
liaison
with
him
,
he
had
been
beginning
(
at
least
)
to
entertain
in
a
very
pretentious
way
.
If
she
had
been
his
wife
then
she
might
have
stepped
smartly
into
Philadelphia
society
.
Out
here
,
good
gracious
!
She
turned
up
her
pretty
nose
in
disgust
.
"
What
an
awful
place
!
"
was
her
one
comment
at
this
most
stirring
of
Western
boom
towns
.
When
it
came
to
Chicago
,
however
,
and
its
swirling
,
increasing
life
,
Aileen
was
much
interested
.
Between
attending
to
many
financial
matters
Cowperwood
saw
to
it
that
she
was
not
left
alone
.
He
asked
her
to
shop
in
the
local
stores
and
tell
him
about
them
;
and
this
she
did
,
driving
around
in
an
open
carriage
,
attractively
arrayed
,
a
great
brown
hat
emphasizing
her
pink-and-white
complexion
and
red-gold
hair
.
On
different
afternoons
of
their
stay
he
took
her
to
drive
over
the
principal
streets
.
When
Aileen
was
permitted
for
the
first
time
to
see
the
spacious
beauty
and
richness
of
Prairie
Avenue
,
the
North
Shore
Drive
,
Michigan
Avenue
,
and
the
new
mansions
on
Ashland
Boulevard
,
set
in
their
grassy
spaces
,
the
spirit
,
aspirations
,
hope
,
tang
of
the
future
Chicago
began
to
work
in
her
blood
as
it
had
in
Cowperwood
's
.
All
of
these
rich
homes
were
so
very
new
.
The
great
people
of
Chicago
were
all
newly
rich
like
themselves
.
She
forgot
that
as
yet
she
was
not
Cowperwood
's
wife
;
she
felt
herself
truly
to
be
so
.
The
streets
,
set
in
most
instances
with
a
pleasing
creamish-brown
flagging
,
lined
with
young
,
newly
planted
trees
,
the
lawns
sown
to
smooth
green
grass
,
the
windows
of
the
houses
trimmed
with
bright
awnings
and
hung
with
intricate
lace
,
blowing
in
a
June
breeze
,
the
roadways
a
gray
,
gritty
macadam
--
all
these
things
touched
her
fancy
.
On
one
drive
they
skirted
the
lake
on
the
North
Shore
,
and
Aileen
,
contemplating
the
chalky
,
bluish-green
waters
,
the
distant
sails
,
the
gulls
,
and
then
the
new
bright
homes
,
reflected
that
in
all
certitude
she
would
some
day
be
the
mistress
of
one
of
these
splendid
mansions
.
How
haughtily
she
would
carry
herself
;
how
she
would
dress
!
They
would
have
a
splendid
house
,
much
finer
,
no
doubt
,
than
Frank
's
old
one
in
Philadelphia
,
with
a
great
ball-room
and
dining-room
where
she
could
give
dances
and
dinners
,
and
where
Frank
and
she
would
receive
as
the
peers
of
these
Chicago
rich
people
.
"
Do
you
suppose
we
will
ever
have
a
house
as
fine
as
one
of
these
,
Frank
?
"
she
asked
him
,
longingly
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
what
my
plan
is
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
like
this
Michigan
Avenue
section
we
'll
buy
a
piece
of
property
out
here
now
and
hold
it
.
Just
as
soon
as
I
make
the
right
connections
here
and
see
what
I
am
going
to
do
we
'll
build
a
house
--
something
really
nice
--
do
n't
worry
.
I
want
to
get
this
divorce
matter
settled
,
and
then
we
'll
begin
.
Meanwhile
,
if
we
have
to
come
here
,
we
'd
better
live
rather
quietly
.
Do
n't
you
think
so
?
"
It
was
now
between
five
and
six
,
that
richest
portion
of
a
summer
day
.
It
had
been
very
warm
,
but
was
now
cooling
,
the
shade
of
the
western
building-line
shadowing
the
roadway
,
a
moted
,
wine-like
air
filling
the
street
.
As
far
as
the
eye
could
see
were
carriages
,
the
one
great
social
diversion
of
Chicago
,
because
there
was
otherwise
so
little
opportunity
for
many
to
show
that
they
had
means
.
The
social
forces
were
not
as
yet
clear
or
harmonious
.
Jingling
harnesses
of
nickel
,
silver
,
and
even
plated
gold
were
the
sign
manual
of
social
hope
,
if
not
of
achievement
.
Here
sped
homeward
from
the
city
--
from
office
and
manufactory
--
along
this
one
exceptional
southern
highway
,
the
Via
Appia
of
the
South
Side
,
all
the
urgent
aspirants
to
notable
fortunes
.
Men
of
wealth
who
had
met
only
casually
in
trade
here
nodded
to
each
other
.
Smart
daughters
,
society-bred
sons
,
handsome
wives
came
down-town
in
traps
,
Victorias
,
carriages
,
and
vehicles
of
the
latest
design
to
drive
home
their
trade-weary
fathers
or
brothers
,
relatives
or
friends
.
The
air
was
gay
with
a
social
hope
,
a
promise
of
youth
and
affection
,
and
that
fine
flush
of
material
life
that
recreates
itself
in
delight
.
Lithe
,
handsome
,
well-bred
animals
,
singly
and
in
jingling
pairs
,
paced
each
other
down
the
long
,
wide
,
grass-lined
street
,
its
fine
homes
agleam
with
a
rich
,
complaisant
materiality
.
"
Oh
!
"
exclaimed
Aileen
,
all
at
once
,
seeing
the
vigorous
,
forceful
men
,
the
handsome
matrons
,
and
young
women
and
boys
,
the
nodding
and
the
bowing
,
feeling
a
touch
of
the
romance
and
wonder
of
it
all
.
"
I
should
like
to
live
in
Chicago
.
I
believe
it
's
nicer
than
Philadelphia
.
"
