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Titanium
When
Frank
Algernon
Cowperwood
emerged
from
the
Eastern
District
Penitentiary
in
Philadelphia
he
realized
that
the
old
life
he
had
lived
in
that
city
since
boyhood
was
ended
.
His
youth
was
gone
,
and
with
it
had
been
lost
the
great
business
prospects
of
his
earlier
manhood
.
He
must
begin
again
.
It
would
be
useless
to
repeat
how
a
second
panic
following
upon
a
tremendous
failure
--
that
of
Jay
Cooke
&
Co.
--
had
placed
a
second
fortune
in
his
hands
.
This
restored
wealth
softened
him
in
some
degree
.
Fate
seemed
to
have
his
personal
welfare
in
charge
.
He
was
sick
of
the
stock-exchange
,
anyhow
,
as
a
means
of
livelihood
,
and
now
decided
that
he
would
leave
it
once
and
for
all
.
He
would
get
in
something
else
--
street-railways
,
land
deals
,
some
of
the
boundless
opportunities
of
the
far
West
.
Philadelphia
was
no
longer
pleasing
to
him
.
Though
now
free
and
rich
,
he
was
still
a
scandal
to
the
pretenders
,
and
the
financial
and
social
world
was
not
prepared
to
accept
him
.
He
must
go
his
way
alone
,
unaided
,
or
only
secretly
so
,
while
his
quondam
friends
watched
his
career
from
afar
.
So
,
thinking
of
this
,
he
took
the
train
one
day
,
his
charming
mistress
,
now
only
twenty-six
,
coming
to
the
station
to
see
him
off
.
He
looked
at
her
quite
tenderly
,
for
she
was
the
quintessence
of
a
certain
type
of
feminine
beauty
.
"
By-by
,
dearie
,
"
he
smiled
,
as
the
train-bell
signaled
the
approaching
departure
.
"
You
and
I
will
get
out
of
this
shortly
.
Do
n't
grieve
.
I
'll
be
back
in
two
or
three
weeks
,
or
I
'll
send
for
you
.
I
'd
take
you
now
,
only
I
do
n't
know
how
that
country
is
out
there
.
We
'll
fix
on
some
place
,
and
then
you
watch
me
settle
this
fortune
question
.
We
'll
not
live
under
a
cloud
always
.
I
'll
get
a
divorce
,
and
we
'll
marry
,
and
things
will
come
right
with
a
bang
.
Money
will
do
that
.
"
He
looked
at
her
with
his
large
,
cool
,
penetrating
eyes
,
and
she
clasped
his
cheeks
between
her
hands
.
"
Oh
,
Frank
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
I
'll
miss
you
so
!
You
're
all
I
have
.
"
"
In
two
weeks
,
"
he
smiled
,
as
the
train
began
to
move
,
"
I
'll
wire
or
be
back
.
Be
good
,
sweet
.
"
She
followed
him
with
adoring
eyes
--
a
fool
of
love
,
a
spoiled
child
,
a
family
pet
,
amorous
,
eager
,
affectionate
,
the
type
so
strong
a
man
would
naturally
like
--
she
tossed
her
pretty
red
gold
head
and
waved
him
a
kiss
.
Then
she
walked
away
with
rich
,
sinuous
,
healthy
strides
--
the
type
that
men
turn
to
look
after
.
"
That
's
her
--
that
's
that
Butler
girl
,
"
observed
one
railroad
clerk
to
another
.
"
Gee
!
a
man
would
n't
want
anything
better
than
that
,
would
he
?
"
It
was
the
spontaneous
tribute
that
passion
and
envy
invariably
pay
to
health
and
beauty
.
On
that
pivot
swings
the
world
.
