th 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 didn't seriously think of coming out here to live； did you？〃
She was wondering where her chance for social exchange would come inher opportunity to shine。 Suppose her Frank were to be very rich； suppose he did make very much moneymuch more than he had ever had even in the pastwhat 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 macadamall 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 housesomething really nicedon'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。 Don'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 cityfrom office and manufactoryalong 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。〃
Cowperwood； who had fallen so low there； despite his immense capacity； set his teeth in two even rows。 His handsome mustache seemed at this moment to have an especially defiant curl。 The pair he was driving was physically perfect； lean and nervous； with spoiled； petted faces。 He could not endure poor horse…flesh。 He drove as only a horse…lover can； his body bolt upright； his own energy and temperament animating his animals。 Aileen sat beside him； very proud； consciously erect。
〃Isn't she beautiful？〃 some of the women observed； as they passed； going north。 〃What a stunning young woman！〃 thought or said the men。
〃Did you see her？〃 asked a young brother of his sister。 〃Never mind； Aileen；〃 commented Cowperwood； with that iron determination that brooks no defeat。 〃We will be a part of this。 Don't fret。 You will have everything you want in Chicago； and more besides。〃
There was tingling over his fingers； into the reins； into the horses； a mysterious vibrating current that was his chemical product； the off…giving of his spirit battery that made his hired horses prance like children。 They chafed and tossed their heads and snorted。 Aileen was fairly bursting with hope and vanity and longing。 Oh； to be Mrs。 Frank Algernon Cowperwood here in Chicago； to have a splendid mansion； to have her cards of invitation practically commands which might not be ignored！
〃Oh； dear！〃 she sighed to herself； mentally。 〃If only it were all truenow。〃
It is thus that life at its topmost toss irks and pains。 Beyond is ever the unattainable； the lure of the infinite with its infinite ache。
〃Oh； life！ oh； youth！ oh； hope！ oh； years！ Oh pain…winged fancy； beating forth with fears。〃
Chapter IV
Peter Laughlin & Co。
The partnership which Cowperwood eventually made with an old…time Board of Trade operator； Peter Laughlin； was eminently to his satisfaction。 Laughlin was a tall； gaunt speculator who had spent most of his living days in Chicago； having come there as a boy from western Missouri。 He was a typical Chicago Board of Trade operator of the old school； having an Andrew Jacksonish countenance； and a Henry ClayDavy Crockett〃Long John〃 Wentworth build of body。
Cowperwood from his youth up had had a curious interest in quaint characters； and he was interesting to them； they 〃took〃 to him。 He could； if he chose to take the trouble； fit himself in with the odd psychology of almost any individual。 In his early peregrinations in La Salle Street he inquired after clever traders on 'change； and then gave them one small commission after another in order to get acquainted。 Thus he stumbled one morning on old Peter Laughlin； wheat and corn trader； who had an office in La Salle Street near Madison； and who did a modest business gambling for himself and others in grain and Eastern railway shares。 Laughlin was a shrewd； canny American； originally； perhaps； of Scotch extraction； who had all the traditional American blemishes of uncouthness； tobacco…chewing； profanity； and other small vices。 Cowperwood could tell from looking at him that he must have a fund of information concerning every current Chicagoan of importance； and this fact alone was certain to be of value。 Then the old man was direct； plain…spoken； simple…appearing； and wholly unpretentiousqualities which Cowperwood deemed invaluable。
Once or twice in the last three years Laughlin had lost heavily on private 〃corners〃 that he had attempted to engineer； and the general feeling was that he was now becoming cautious； or； in other words； afraid。 〃Just the man；〃 Cowperwood thought。 So one morning he called upon Laughlin； intending to open a small account with him。
〃Henry；〃 he heard the old man say； as he entered Laughlin's fair…sized but rather dusty office； to a young； preternaturally solemn…looking clerk； a fit assistant for Peter Laughlin； 〃git me them there Pittsburg and Lake Erie sheers； will you？〃 Seeing Cowperwood waiting； he added； 〃What kin I do for ye？〃
Cowperwood smiled。 〃So he calls them 'sheers；' does he？〃 he thought。 〃Good！ I think I'll like him。〃
He introduced himself as coming from Philadelphia； and went on to say that he was interested in various Chicago ventures； inclined to invest in any good stock which would rise； and particularly desirous to buy into some corporationpublic utility preferred which would be certain to grow with the expansion of the city。
Old Laughlin； who was now all of sixty years of age； owned a seat on the Board； and was worth in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand dollars； looked at Cowperwood quizzically。
〃Well； now； if you'd 'a' come along here ten or fifteen years ago you might 'a' got in on the ground floor of a lot of things；〃 he observed。 〃There was these here gas companies； now； that them Otway and Apperson boys got in on； and then all these here street…railways。 Why； I'm the feller that told Eddie Parkinson what a fine thing he could make out of it if he would go and organize that North State Street line。 He promise