The raffle of Hartrath's picture was over, and as Presley turned about he saw Mrs.Cedarquist and her two daughters signalling eagerly to the manufacturer, unable to reach him because of the intervening crowd.

Then Mrs.Cedarquist raised her voice and cried: "I've won.

I've won." Unnoticed, and with but a brief word to Cedarquist, Magnus and Harran went down the marble steps leading to the street door, silent, Harran's arm tight around his father's shoulder.
At once the orchestra struck into a lively air.

A renewed murmur of conversation broke out, and Cedarquist, as he said good-bye to Presley, looked first at the retreating figures of the ranchers, then at the gayly dressed throng of beautiful women and debonair young men, and indicating the whole scene with a single gesture, said, smiling sadly as he spoke: "Not a city, Presley, not a city, but a Midway Plaisance.".