I think you'll like him.

That place over there"-- cutting his whip toward an old frame house scalloped and corniced in fantastic flimsiness--"was sold the other day at about thirty per cent more than it would have brought a few years ago." They turned into another street and were taken up, it seemed, by the swift trade currents that swirl at morning, rush through the noon, glide past the evening and rest for a time in the semi-calm of midnight.

Chicago has begun to set the pace of a nervous nation's progress.

It is a city whose growth has proved a fatal example to many an overweaning town.

Materialistic, it holds no theory that points not to great results; adventurous, it has small patience with methods that slowness alone has stamped as legitimate.