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The Titan
by Theodore Dreiser
Chapter I
The New City
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 failurethat 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 elsestreet…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。 Don't grieve。 I'll be back in two or three weeks； or I'll send for you。 I'd take you now； only I don'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 eyesa fool of love； a spoiled child； a family pet； amorous； eager； affectionate； the type so strong a man would naturally likeshe tossed her pretty red gold head and waved him a kiss。 Then she walked away with rich； sinuous； healthy stridesthe type that men turn to look after。
〃That's herthat's that Butler girl；〃 observed one railroad clerk to another。 〃Gee！ a man wouldn'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。
Never in all his life until this trip had Cowperwood been farther west than Pittsburg。 His amazing commercial adventures； brilliant as they were； had been almost exclusively confined to the dull； staid world of Philadelphia； with its sweet refinement in sections； its pretensions to American social supremacy； its cool arrogation of traditional leadership in commercial life； its history； conservative wealth； unctuous respectability； and all the tastes and avocations which these imply。 He had； as he recalled； almost mastered that pretty world and made its sacred precincts his own when the crash came。 Practically he had been admitted。 Now he was an Ishmael； an ex…convict； albeit a millionaire。 But wait！ The race is to the swift； he said to himself over and over。 Yes； and the battle is to the strong。 He would test whether the world would trample him under foot or no。
Chicago； when it finally dawned on him； came with a rush on the second morning。 He had spent two nights in the gaudy Pullman then provideda car intended to make up for some of the inconveniences of its arrangements by an over…elaboration of plush and tortured glasswhen the first lone outposts of the prairie metropolis began to appear。 The side…tracks along the road…bed over which he was speeding became more and more numerous； the telegraph…poles more and more hung with arms and strung smoky…thick with wires。 In the far distance； cityward； was； here and there； a lone working…man's cottage； the home of some adventurous soul who had planted his bare hut thus far out in order to reap the small but certain advantage which the growth of the city would bring。
The land was flatas flat as a tablewith a waning growth of brown grass left over from the previous year； and stirring faintly in the morning breeze。 Underneath were signs of the new greenthe New Year's flag of its disposition。 For some reason a crystalline atmosphere enfolded the distant hazy outlines of the city； holding the latter like a fly in amber and giving it an artistic subtlety which touched him。 Already a devotee of art； ambitious for connoisseurship； who had had his joy； training； and sorrow out of the collection he had made and lost in Philadelphia； he appreciated almost every suggestion of a delightful picture in nature。
The tracks； side by side； were becoming more and more numerous。 Freight…cars were assembled here by thousands from all parts of the countryyellow； red； blue； green； white。 （Chicago； he recalled； already had thirty railroads terminating here； as though it were the end of the world。） The little low one and two story houses； quite new as to wood； were frequently unpainted and already smoky in places grimy。 At grade…crossings； where ambling street…cars and wagons and muddy…wheeled buggies waited； he noted how flat the streets were； how unpaved； how sidewalks went up and down rhythmicallyhere a flight of steps； a veritable platform before a house； there a long stretch of boards laid flat on the mud of the prairie itself。 What a city！ Presently a branch of the filthy； arrogant； self…sufficient little Chicago River came into view； with its mass of sputtering tugs； its black； oily water； its tall； red； brown； and green grain…elevators； its immense black coal…pockets and yellowish…brown lumber…yards。
Here was life； he saw it at a flash。 Here was a seething city in the making。 There was something dynamic in the very air which appealed to his fancy。 How different； for some reason； from Philadelphia！ That was a stirring city； too。 He had thought it wonderful at one time； quite a world； but this thing； while obviously infinitely worse； was better。 It was more youthful； more hopeful。 In a flare of morning sunlight pouring between two coal…pockets； and because the train had stopped to let a bridge swing and half a dozen great grain and lumber boats go bya half…dozen in either directionhe saw a group of Irish stevedores idling on the bank of a lumber…yard whose wall skirted the water。 Healthy men they were； in blue or red shirt…sleeves； stout straps about their waists； short pipes in their mouths； fine； hardy； nutty…brown specimens of humanity。 Why were they so appealing； he asked himself。 This raw； dirty town seemed naturally to compose itself into stirring artistic pictures。 Why； it fairly sang！ The world was young here。 Life was doing something new。 Perhaps he had better not go on to the Northwest at all； he would decide that question later。
In the mean time he had letters of introduction to distinguished Chicagoans； and these he would present。 He wanted to talk to some bankers and grain and commission men。 The stock…exchange of Chicago interested him； for the intricacies of that business he knew backward and forward； and some great grain transactions had been made here。
The train finally rolled past the shabby backs of houses into a long； shabbily covered series of platformssheds having only roofsand amidst a clatter of trucks hauling trunks； and engines belching steam； and passengers hurrying to and fro he made his way out into Canal Street and hailed a waiting cabone of a long line of vehicles that bespoke a metropolitan spirit。 He had fixed on the Grand Pacific as the most important hotelthe one with the most social significanceand thither he asked to be driven。 On the way he studied these streets as in the matter of art he would have studied a picture。 The little yellow； blue； green； white； and brown street…cars which he saw trundling here and there； the tired； bony horses； jingling bells at their throats； touched him。 They were flimsy affairs； these cars； merely highly varnished kindling…wood with bits of polished brass and glass stuck about them； but he realized what fortunes they portended if the city grew。 Street…cars； he knew； were his natural vocation。 Even more than stock…brokerage； even more than banking； even more than stock…organization he loved the thought of street…cars and the vast manipulative life it suggested。
Chapter II
A Reconnoiter
The city of Chicago； with whose development the personality of Frank Algernon Cowperwood was soon to be definitely linked！ To whom may the laurels as laureate of this Florence of the West yet fall？ This singing flame of a city； this all America； this poet in chaps and buckskin； this rude； raw Titan； this Burns of a city！ By its shimmering lake it lay； a king of shreds and patches； a maundering yokel with an epic in its mouth； a tramp； a hobo among cities； with the grip of Caesar in its mind； the
