The cool cobble pavements, shaded from the eastern sun by the wall of buildings on the east--of which his was a part--the noisy trucks and drays, the busy crowds hurrying to and fro, pleased him.

He looked at the buildings over the way--all three and four stories, and largely of gray stone and crowded with life--and thanked his stars that he had originally located in so prosperous a neighborhood.

If he had only brought more property at the time he bought this! "I wish that Cowperwood boy would turn out to be the kind of man I want," he observed to himself, meditatively.

"He could save me a lot of running these days." Curiously, after only three or four minutes of conversation with the boy, he sensed this marked quality of efficiency.

Something told him he would do well..