as promising as Chicago. I think we're destined to live in Chicago.
I made an investment in Fargo, and we'll have to go up there from
time to time, but we'll eventually locate in Chicago. I don't
want to go out there alone again. It isn't pleasant for me." He
squeezed her hand. "If we can't arrange this thing at once I'll
just have to introduce you as my wife for the present."

"You haven't heard anything more from Mr. Steger?" she put in.
She was thinking of Steger's efforts to get Mrs. Cowperwood to
grant him a divorce.

"Not a word."

"Isn't it too bad?" she sighed.

"Well, don't grieve. Things might be worse."

He was thinking of his days in the penitentiary, and so was she.
After commenting on the character of Chicago he decided with her
that so soon as conditions permitted they would remove themselves
to the Western city.

It would be pointless to do more than roughly sketch the period
of three years during which the various changes which saw the
complete elimination of Cowperwood from Philadelphia and his
introduction into Chicago took place. For a time there were merely
journeys to and fro, at first more especially to Chicago, then to
Fargo, where his transported secretary, Walter Whelpley, was
managing under his direction the construction of Fargo business
blocks, a short street-car line, and a fair-ground. This interesting