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Carrie picked out the new abode because of its newness and bright wood-work.It was one of the very new ones supplied with steam heat, which was a great advantage.The stationary range, hot and cold water, dumb-waiter, speaking tubes, and call-bell for the janitor pleased her very much.She had enough of the instincts of a housewife to take great satisfaction in these things.

Hurstwood made arrangements with one of the instalment houses whereby they furnished the flat complete and accepted fifty dollars down and ten dollars a month.He then had a little plate, bearing the name G.W.Wheeler, made, which he placed on his letter-box in the hall.It sounded exceedingly odd to Carrie to be called Mrs.Wheeler by the janitor, but in time she became used to it and looked upon the name as her own.

These house details settled, Hurstwood visited some of the advertised opportunities to purchase an interest in some flourishing down-town bar.After the palatial resort in Adams Street, he could not stomach the commonplace saloons which he found advertised.He lost a number of days looking up these and finding them disagreeable.He did, however, gain considerable knowledge by talking, for he discovered the influence of Tammany Hall and the value of standing in with the police.The most profitable and flourishing places he found to be those which conducted anything but a legitimate business, such as that controlled by Fitzgerald and Moy.Elegant back rooms and private drinking booths on the second floor were usually adjuncts of very profitable places.He saw by portly keepers, whose shirt fronts shone with large diamonds, and whose clothes were properly cut, that the liquor business here, as elsewhere, yielded the same golden profit.

At last he found an individual who had a resort in Warren Street, which seemed an excellent venture.It was fairly well-appearing and susceptible of improvement.The owner claimed the business to be excellent, and it certainly looked so.

"We deal with a very good class of people," he told Hurstwood.

"Merchants, salesmen, and professionals.It's a well-dressed class.No bums.We don't allow 'em in the place."

Hurstwood listened to the cash-register ring, and watched the trade for a while.

"It's profitable enough for two, is it?" he asked.

"You can see for yourself if you're any judge of the liquor trade," said the owner."This is only one of the two places I

have.The other is down in Nassau Street.I can't tend to them both alone.If I had some one who knew the business thoroughly I

wouldn't mind sharing with him in this one and letting him manage it."

"I've had experience enough," said Hurstwood blandly, but he felt a little diffident about referring to Fitzgerald and Moy.

"Well, you can suit yourself, Mr.Wheeler," said the proprietor.

He only offered a third interest in the stock, fixtures, and good-will, and this in return for a thousand dollars and managerial ability on the part of the one who should come in.

There was no property involved, because the owner of the saloon merely rented from an estate.

The offer was genuine enough, but it was a question with Hurstwood whether a third interest in that locality could be made to yield one hundred and fifty dollars a month, which he figured he must have in order to meet the ordinary family expenses and be comfortable.It was not the time, however, after many failures to find what he wanted, to hesitate.It looked as though a third would pay a hundred a month now.By judicious management and improvement, it might be made to pay more.Accordingly he agreed to enter into partnership, and made over his thousand dollars, preparing to enter the next day.

His first inclination was to be elated, and he confided to Carrie that he thought he had made an excellent arrangement.Time, however, introduced food for reflection.He found his partner to be very disagreeable.Frequently he was the worse for liquor, which made him surly.This was the last thing which Hurstwood was used to in business.Besides, the business varied.It was nothing like the class of patronage which he had enjoyed in Chicago.He found that it would take a long time to make friends.These people hurried in and out without seeking the pleasures of friendship.It was no gathering or lounging place.

Whole days and weeks passed without one such hearty greeting as he had been wont to enjoy every day in Chicago.

For another thing, Hurstwood missed the celebrities--those well-

dressed, elite individuals who lend grace to the average bars and bring news from far-off and exclusive circles.He did not see one such in a month.Evenings, when still at his post, he would occasionally read in the evening papers incidents concerning celebrities whom he knew--whom he had drunk a glass with many a time.They would visit a bar like Fitzgerald and Moy's in Chicago, or the Hoffman House, uptown, but he knew that he would never see them down here.

Again, the business did not pay as well as he thought.It increased a little, but he found he would have to watch his household expenses, which was humiliating.