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At his wits' end, he entertained for an instant the notion of dashing out into the street in a search for a messenger boy, who would take a note to Cressler and set him right again; and his agitation was not allayed when Laura, in frigid tones, declared:

"It seems to me that something might be done.""I don't know," he replied helplessly."I guess there's nothing to be done but just wait.They are sure to be along."In the background, Page and Mrs.Wessels had watched the interview, and had guessed that Laura was none too gracious.Always anxious that her sister should make a good impression, the little girl was now in great distress.

"Laura is putting on her 'grand manner,'" she lamented.

"I just know how she's talking.The man will hate the very sound of her name all the rest of his life." Then all at once she uttered a joyful exclamation: "At last, at last," she cried, "and about time, too!"The Cresslers and the rest of the party--two young men--had appeared, and Page and her aunt came up just in time to hear Mrs.Cressler--a fine old lady, in a wonderful ermine-trimmed cape, whose hair was powdered--exclaim at the top of her voice, as if the mere declaration of fact was final, absolutely the last word upon the subject, "The bridge was turned!"The Cresslers lived on the North Side.The incident seemed to be closed with the abruptness of a slammed door.

Page and Aunt Wess' were introduced to Jadwin, who was particular to announce that he remembered the young girl perfectly.The two young men were already acquainted with the Dearborn sisters and Mrs.Wessels.

Page and Laura knew one of them well enough to address him familiarly by his Christian name.

This was Landry Court, a young fellow just turned twenty-three, who was "connected with" the staff of the great brokerage firm of Gretry, Converse and Co.He was astonishingly good-looking, small-made, wiry, alert, nervous, debonair, with blond hair and dark eyes that snapped like a terrier's.He made friends almost at first sight, and was one of those fortunate few who were favoured equally of men and women.The healthiness of his eye and skin persuaded to a belief in the healthiness of his mind; and, in fact, Landry was as clean without as within.He was frank, open-hearted, full of fine sentiments and exaltations and enthusiasms.Until he was eighteen he had cherished an ambition to become the President of the United States.

"Yes, yes," he said to Laura, "the bridge was turned.

It was an imposition.We had to wait while they let three tows through.I think two at a time is as much as is legal.And we had to wait for three.Yes, sir;three, think of that! I shall look into that to-morrow.

Yes, sir; don't you be afraid of that.I'll look into it." He nodded his head with profound seriousness.

"Well," announced Mr.Cressler, marshalling the party, "shall we go in? I'm afraid, Laura, we've missed the overture."Smiling, she shrugged her shoulders, while they moved to the wicket, as if to say that it could not be helped now.

Cressler, tall, lean, bearded, and stoop-shouldered, belonging to the same physical type that includes Lincoln--the type of the Middle West--was almost a second father to the parentless Dearborn girls.In Massachusetts, thirty years before this time, he had been a farmer, and the miller Dearborn used to grind his grain regularly.The two had been boys together, and had always remained fast friends, almost brothers.

Then, in the years just before the War, had come the great movement westward, and Cressler had been one of those to leave an "abandoned" New England farm behind him, and with his family emigrate toward the Mississippi.He had come to Sangamon County in Illinois.For a time he tried wheat-raising, until the War, which skied the prices of all food-stuffs, had made him--for those days--a rich man.Giving up farming, he came to live in Chicago, bought a seat on the Board of Trade, and in a few years was a millionaire.At the time of the Turco-Russian War he and two Milwaukee men had succeeded in cornering all the visible supply of spring wheat.At the end of the thirtieth day of the corner the clique figured out its profits at close upon a million; a week later it looked like a million and a half.Then the three lost their heads; they held the corner just a fraction of a month too long, and when the time came that the three were forced to take profits, they found that they were unable to close out their immense holdings without breaking the price.In two days wheat that they had held at a dollar and ten cents collapsed to sixty.

The two Milwaukee men were ruined, and two-thirds of Cressler's immense fortune vanished like a whiff of smoke.

But he had learned his lesson.Never since then had he speculated.Though keeping his seat on the Board, he had confined himself to commission trading, uninfluenced by fluctuations in the market.And he was never wearied of protesting against the evil and the danger of trading in margins.Speculation he abhorred as the small-pox, believing it to be impossible to corner grain by any means or under any circumstances.

He was accustomed to say: "It can't be done; first, for the reason that there is a great harvest of wheat somewhere in the world for every month in the year;and, second, because the smart man who runs the corner has every other smart man in the world against him.

And, besides, it's wrong; the world's food should not be at the mercy of the Chicago wheat pit."As the party filed in through the wicket, the other young man who had come with Landry Court managed to place himself next to Laura.Meeting her eyes, he murmured:

"Ah, you did not wear them after all.My poor little flowers."But she showed him a single American Beauty, pinned to the shoulder of her gown beneath her cape.

"Yes, Mr.Corthell," she answered, "one.I tried to select the prettiest, and I think I succeeded--don't you? It was hard to choose.""Since you have worn it, it _is_ the prettiest,"he answered.