When he walked forth in the short days, the street lamps had a merry twinkle.

He began to experience the almost forgotten feeling which hastens the lover's feet.
When he looked at his fine clothes, he saw them with her eyes--and her eyes were young.
When in the flush of such feelings he heard his wife's voice, when the insistent demands of matrimony recalled him from dreams to a stale practice, how it grated.

He then knew that this was a chain which bound his feet.
"George," said Mrs.Hurstwood, in that tone of voice which had long since come to be associated in his mind with demands, "we want you to get us a season ticket to the races." "Do you want to go to all of them ?" he said with a rising inflection.
"Yes," she answered.
The races in question were soon to open at Washington Park, on the South Side, and were considered quite society affairs among those who did not affect religious rectitude and conservatism.

Mrs.Hurstwood had never asked for a whole season ticket before, but this year certain considerations decided her to get a box.

For one thing, one of her neighbors, a certain Mr.and Mrs.Ramsey, who were possessors of money, made out of the coal business, had done so.