Change! Change! the inevitable passing of things! Who parts with a perfect thing, even if no more than an unreasoning love, without a touch of self-pity?
But there followed swiftly the sixth of November, with its election, noisy and irrational, and the latter resulted in a resounding defeat.
Out of the thirty-two Democratic aldermen nominated only ten were elected, giving the opposition a full two-thirds majority in council, Messrs.

Tiernan and Kerrigan, of course, being safely in their places.
With them came a Republican mayor and all his Republican associates on the ticket, who were now supposed to carry out the theories of the respectable and the virtuous.

Cowperwood knew what it meant and prepared at once to make overtures to the enemy.

From McKenty and others he learned by degrees the full story of Tiernan's and Kerrigan's treachery, but he did not store it up bitterly against them.

Such was life.