"At 6 o'clock," he smiles, "I shall be the most powerful man in these
parts. I shall have the employment of nearly 15,000 men. I shall be
the husband of the woman who built the David Lockwin Annex--"

The man pauses.

"The David Lockwin Annex," he sneers, "No! No! No! It was a splendid
pile. It was a splendid pile."

The man grows sordid.

"But it cost a splendid pile. Pshaw, George Harpwood, will anything
ever satisfy you? How about that hospital? Didn't it give you your
opportunity?"

The boy returns. The man sits on his bed and muses:

"How differently things go in this world! See how easily Lockwin fell
into all this luck! See how I have hewn the wood and drawn the water!"

Something of disquiet takes possession of the bride-groom.

"I'm awfully tired of consolatory epistles. I must keep Esther from
being a hen. She's dreadfully in earnest."

As the goal is neared, this swift runner grows weary. The David
Lockwin Annex never seemed so unpleasant before.

It has taken longer to rearrange his linen and secure a faultless
appearance than he would have believed. He hastens to don his