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The Hon Charles S swiftly uptown from Mr Easterly's Wall Street office and his face was pale At last the Cotton Combine was to all appearances an assured fact and he was slated for the Senate The price he had paid was high: he was to represent the interests of the new trust and sundry favorablein the safe of the co to child labor, another that would effect certain changes in the tariff, and a proposed law providing for a cotton bale of a shape and di a particularly clever artifice which, under the guise of convenience in handling, would necessitate the installation of entirely new gin and compress machinery, to be supplied, of course, by the trust

As Mr Smith drew near Mrs Grey's Murray Hill residence his face had melted to a cynical smile After all why should he care? He had tried independence and philanthropy and failed Why should he not be as other olden bait and proentlemen Why should he pose as better than his fellows? There was young Cresswell Did his aristocratic air prevent his succu the influence of his father and the whole Farers and rang the bell The door opened softly The dark ork of the old English wainscoting gloith the cris in the wide fireplace There was just the touch of early autumn chill in the air without, that old and silver plate, and twinkling glasses a warht

Mrs Grey was a portly woman, inclined to think much of her dinner and her clothes, both of which were always rich and costly She was not herself a notably intelligent woence or whatever looked to her like intelligence in others Herto husband shrewdly and spend philanthropically--a difficult couests she surveyed the table with both satisfaction and disquietude, for her social functions were few, tonight there were--she checked thelish hton, Mr and Mrs Vanderpool, Mr Harry Cresswell and his sister, John Taylor and his sister, and Mr Charles S papers mentioned as likely to be United States Senator frouests that had been deter of cotton interests earlier in the day