legislature, the law of success has but two prime factors, money and
speed.

He walked slowly over Madison Street and turned into State. Weeks was
not in the office, and anyway he wished to clear his mind, if possible,
before he talked with him; meanwhile sauntering up the east side of
State Street with an eye for the shopping throng. People interested
Harvey. He was fond of noting types, and of watching the sandwich-men,
beggars, and shoe-string venders. Often at noon he would walk from
Randolph Street to Harrison, observing the shifting character of
Chicago's great thoroughfare. To Harvey it seemed like a river,
starting clear but gradually roiled by the smaller streams that poured
in, each a little muddier than the one next north, until it was clogged
and stagnant with the scum of the city. But to-day he was going north.
The sidewalk was crowded with eager girls and jaded women, keen on the
scent of bargains. These amused Harvey, and he smiled as he crossed
Washington Street. A moment later the smile brightened. Miss Porter
stood on the corner.

"Surprised to see me?" she laughed. "Father came up unexpectedly on
business, and I tagged along to do some shopping. Are you in a hurry? I
suppose so. You men never lose a chance to awe us with the value of your
time."

"No," Harvey replied, "I'm not at all in a hurry."

"Good, then you can help me. I am buying a gown."

They went into Field's, and for nearly an hour Harvey "helped." It did not
take him long to realize that nowhere is a strong man more helpless than