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CHAPTER I.--continued.

CHAPTER I.-Continued.
The great neglected field Of South
America stirred his imagination, and
he sought a means of making sure
of the contract without offense to
his conscience, which was built on
the letter of the law. At the same
time, he did not intend to overlook
the possibility of another competitor
acting with less scruple. He de-
cided to employ that classic method
of conversion, by which great indus
tries assimilate the fearless federal
inquisitor. He decided to digest
Argues.
Il need a representative for that
field, very comfortable commission
he can make of it, too" he said,
smiling. Instead of handling ARGUES
at this end, which was repugnant
to him, it should be straight trans
action-a retaining-fee and liberal
commission. What was done at the
other end was not his affair. By
the time he had returned to the club,
he had passed upon a dozen bids
which he would be called upon to
offer or accept, appropriated $751;
600 for test of a new Swedish sep
arating process, and planned a per-
sonal visit to the Pennsylvania
foundiies, where a lSnotty question
with a labor union had to be met
with tact.
Back in his apartment, he passed
under the cold sting of the shower
and, glowing from vigorous frie-
tion, dressed rapidly while giving
his orders for the day.
"The blue suit, Gregory. Pack up
my things for over Sunday. Tell
Bingham the car at 4. Better
slip in my riding togs; might want
them" At this visit, the first of his
married life, represented to him a
social departure, he went to his bu-
reau and carefully selected hand
full of cravats in dark, solid colors,
"a couple of silk shirts and, instead
of my riding clothes, put in my golf
suit and a brown eutaway-that
ought to do" He went into the hall
and returned to add, Sand Gregory,
a pair of pumps, also"
This weekend invitation to the
DelIabarres, at Chiffon, was ain
event of such troubling Importance
that he felt the need of superior
counsel, He passed into the great
tiled bathroom which separated his
room from his young wife's and, tip.
toeing to the door, listened hope
fully. He had given orders that she
should not be wakened-and yet he
had hoped that just this one morn
ing she might be up, radiant and
girlish in her pink panne-velvet
I'morning gown, giving glow oil
fragility and gentleness to the
breakfast table, to which for such
long years he had come with the
feeling of lunch counter. He lis
tened, and then, concealing his dis
appointment, went into the green
dining room, where his eggs, which
had boiled three and a half minutes,
were waiting at his place, with three
newspapers and the morning mail.
He deviated again from his military
schedule and, approaching the white
marble fireplace, in which gas fire
was licking imitation logs, turned to
survey with a feeling of still new
possession the heavy rocco walnut
furnishings, the MASSIVE candelabra,
the stout silver service, and the
| fragrant red-and-white sporting
prints-an assemblage which pleased
him enormously with its substantial
elegance. Standing thus, confident,
successful, and alone, before an imi-
tation hearth in an imitation home,
he might have served as a symbol
of modern individualism.
But Forester was conscious of
no lack. A decade of boarding
houses, hotels, and bachelor lodg-
ings had left him with the feeling