CHAPTER XVII 



THE CALL OF THE STREET 



Leaving my family in Shelburne Falls, I 

 opened an office in Wall Street and began again 

 in the smallest way. Getting into the running 

 was slow work and I had lost much of my love for 

 the game. I missed the shop, the laboratory, and 

 my library. Business was distressingly slow and 

 the novel sensation of time to spare sent me back 

 to my friends in Park Row. Many and many an 

 evening I spent in the editorial room of a great 

 journal, just a fly on the wheel of the mighty 

 machine, but feeling that I was a part of its 

 throbbing, palpitating life. Always my welcome 

 was cordial and I was ingeniously and ingenu- 

 ously made to feel at home and of service by refer- 

 ence to me of questions of financial policy. 



At this time a new acquaintance added much 

 to the spice of my life. There was boarding at 



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