Tubal Cain

difice of brick, with a railed belvedere on the roof, and a front lawn enclosed by a cast-iron fence. On each side of the path dividing the sod were wooden Chinese pa

lly, a considerable dwelling. Within were high walls and flowery ceilings, Italian marble mantels

s been impatient at the mere material fact of wealth, of the possession and the accumulation of sheer gold. To him it was nothing more than a lever by which he moved men and things; it was a ladder

concrete purpose of marriage; there was even no dominant feminine figure in his thoughts. Perhaps faintly at times he caught the odor of a goya lily;

carpet and alabaster and ormolu, the faint glitter of the prisms hung on the mantel lamps. Clocks would strike sonorously in the depths of halls, with the ripple of cathedral chimes. He ha

ways consulting with him; he never took them above to his house. And when they dined with him it was at the hotel, newly built by t

em in hotels, discussed the terms of business in bars or public parlors. With women of position he was at once indifferent and ill at ease, constantly certain that he was not appearing to good advantage, and suspecting th

John Wooddrop entered. The latter, Alexander realized enviously, was an excessively handsome old man; he had a commanding height and a square, highly colore

hafery down stream, and the metal was worked like satin. Fine wea

carcity and that he had come to beg for timber. In such a case Alexander Hulings decided coldly that he would not sell Wooddrop an ell of forest. In addition to the fact that the complete success of one or the other depended ultimately on his rival's failure, he maintai

privilege was immediately banished by J

icate matter. In a way it is connected with my daugh

gs somberly inc

herself in blame. Mr. Hulings," he said gravely, "my feeling for my daughter is not the usual affection of parent for child. My wife is dead. Gisela-- But I won't open a personal subject with you. I spoke as I did merely, in a way, to prepare you for what follows. My daughter felt that she did you a painful wrong; and I have co

m a stone urn. Lost in memories, he was silent, for so long that John Wood-drop palpably grew impatient. He cleared his throat sharply; but Hulings didn't shift a muscle. Alexander was thinking now of the order he had filled the first summer at Tubal Cain, of his brutal labor and bitter, deferred aspirations. His ri

lgamated industries bear my name-

to his dignity and position. He rose, so violently thrusting back

you never see yourself except in a glass of flattery or intolerable self-satis

op without anger. The other's noise, he thought, was but a symptom of his coming downfa

inded by your own fatuousness-don't see where the country is running. You may impose on others, but

away from Hillings in