But who had afflicted him with poverty?
First his birth and then his temperament.

But who gave him the temperament?
He wheeled about and walked away as if he would be rid of an impertinent questioner.
When the ship reached New Orleans he went straightway to the telegraph office and sent this message to George Witherspoon: "Will leave for Chicago to-day." And now his step was beyond recall; he must go forward.

But conscience had no needles, and his mind was at rest.

In expectancy there was a keen fascination.

He met a reporter whom he knew, but there was no sign of recognition.