CHAPTER XIII.
BUTTING AGAINST A WALL.
When we have become familiar with an environment we sometimes wonder why at any time it should have appeared strange to us; and it was thus with Henry as the months moved along.

The mansion in Prairie Avenue was now home-like to him, and the contrasts which its luxurious belongings were wont to summon were now less sharp and were dismissed with a growing easiness.

Feeling the force which position urges, he worked without worry, and conscious of a certain ability, he did not question the success of his plans.

But how much of the future did he intend these plans to cover?
He turned from this troublesome uncertainty and found satisfaction in that state of mind which permits one day to forecast the day which is to follow, and on a futurity stretching further than this he resolutely turned his back.

In his work and in his rest at the Press Club, whither he went every afternoon, he found his keenest pleasure.