the financier-第11部分
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relatives and a few neighborhood friends visiting。 Lillian Wiggin； that was her maiden namehad two brothers and one sister； all living in Philadelphia and all married at this time。 They thought she had done very well in her marriage。
It could not be said that she had wildly loved Mr。 Semple at any time。 Although she had cheerfully married him； he was not the kind of man who could arouse a notable passion in any woman。 He was practical； methodic； orderly。 His shoe store was a good one well…stocked with styles reflecting the current tastes and a model of cleanliness and what one might term pleasing brightness。 He loved to talk； when he talked at all； of shoe manufacturing； the development of lasts and styles。 The ready…made shoemachine…made to a certain extentwas just coming into its own slowly； and outside of these； supplies of which he kept； he employed bench…making shoemakers； satisfying his customers with personal measurements and making the shoes to order。
Mrs。 Semple read a littlenot much。 She had a habit of sitting and apparently brooding reflectively at times； but it was not based on any deep thought。 She had that curious beauty of body； though； that made her somewhat like a figure on an antique vase； or out of a Greek chorus。 It was in this light； unquestionably； that Cowperwood saw her； for from the beginning he could not keep his eyes off her。 In a way； she was aware of this but she did not attach any significance to it。 Thoroughly conventional； satisfied now that her life was bound permanently with that of her husband； she had settled down to a staid and quiet existence。
At first； when Frank called； she did not have much to say。 She was gracious； but the burden of conversation fell on her husband。 Cowperwood watched the varying expression of her face from time to time； and if she had been at all psychic she must have felt something。 Fortunately she was not。 Semple talked to him pleasantly； because in the first place Frank was becoming financially significant； was suave and ingratiating； and in the next place he was anxious to get richer and somehow Frank represented progress to him in that line。 One spring evening they sat on the porch and talkednothing very importantslavery； street…cars； the panicit was on then； that of 1857the development of the West。 Mr。 Semple wanted to know all about the stock exchange。 In return Frank asked about the shoe business； though he really did not care。 All the while； inoffensively； he watched Mrs。 Semple。 Her manner； he thought； was soothing； attractive； delightful。 She served tea and cake for them。 They went inside after a time to avoid the mosquitoes。 She played the piano。 At ten o'clock he left。
Thereafter； for a year or so； Cowperwood bought his shoes of Mr。 Semple。 Occasionally also he stopped in the Chestnut Street store to exchange the time of the day。 Semple asked his opinion as to the advisability of buying some shares in the Fifth and Sixth Street line； which； having secured a franchise； was creating great excitement。 Cowperwood gave him his best judgment。 It was sure to be profitable。 He himself had purchased one hundred shares at five dollars a share； and urged Semple to do so。 But he was not interested in him personally。 He liked Mrs。 Semple； though he did not see her very often。
About a year later； Mr。 Semple died。 It was an untimely death； one of those fortuitous and in a way insignificant episodes which are； nevertheless； dramatic in a dull way to those most concerned。 He was seized with a cold in the chest late in the fallone of those seizures ordinarily attributed to wet feet or to going out on a damp day without an overcoatand had insisted on going to business when Mrs。 Semple urged him to stay at home and recuperate。 He was in his way a very determined person； not obstreperously so； but quietly and under the surface。 Business was a great urge。 He saw himself soon to be worth about fifty thousand dollars。 Then this coldnine more days of pneumoniaand he was dead。 The shoe store was closed for a few days； the house was full of sympathetic friends and church people。 There was a funeral； with burial service in the Callowhill Presbyterian Church； to which they belonged； and then he was buried。 Mrs。 Semple cried bitterly。 The shock of death affected her greatly and left her for a time in a depressed state。 A brother of hers； David Wiggin； undertook for the time being to run the shoe business for her。 There was no will； but in the final adjustment； which included the sale of the shoe business； there being no desire on anybody's part to contest her right to all the property； she received over eighteen thousand dollars。 She continued to reside in the Front Street house； and was considered a charming and interesting widow。
Throughout this procedure young Cowperwood； only twenty years of age； was quietly manifest。 He called during the illness。 He attended the funeral。 He helped her brother； David Wiggin； dispose of the shoe business。 He called once or twice after the funeral； then stayed away for a considerable time。 In five months he reappeared； and thereafter he was a caller at stated intervals periods of a week or ten days。
Again； it would be hard to say what he saw in Semple。 Her prettiness； wax…like in its quality； fascinated him； her indifference aroused perhaps his combative soul。 He could not have explained why； but he wanted her in an urgent； passionate way。 He could not think of her reasonably； and he did not talk of her much to any one。 His family knew that he went to see her； but there had grown up in the Cowperwood family a deep respect for the mental force of Frank。 He was genial； cheerful； gay at most times； without being talkative； and he was decidedly successful。 Everybody knew he was making money now。 His salary was fifty dollars a week； and he was certain soon to get more。 Some lots of his in West Philadelphia； bought three years before； had increased notably in value。 His street…car holdings； augmented by still additional lots of fifty and one hundred and one hundred and fifty shares in new lines incorporated； were slowly rising； in spite of hard times； from the initiative five dollars in each case to ten； fifteen； and twenty…five dollars a shareall destined to go to par。 He was liked in the financial district and he was sure that he had a successful future。 Because of his analysis of the brokerage situation he had come to the conclusion that he did not want to be a stock gambler。 Instead； he was considering the matter of engaging in bill…brokering； a business which he had observed to be very profitable and which involved no risk as long as one had capital。 Through his work and his father's connections he had met many peoplemerchants； bankers； traders。 He could get their business； or a part of it； he knew。 People in Drexel & Co。 and Clark & Co。 were friendly to him。 Jay Cooke； a rising banking personality； was a personal friend of his。
Meanwhile he called on Mrs。 Semple； and the more he called the better he liked her。 There was no exchange of brilliant ideas between them； but he had a way of being comforting and social when he wished。 He advised her about her business affairs in so intelligent a way that even her relatives approved of it。 She came to like him； because he was so considerate； quiet； reassuring； and so ready to explain over and over until everything was quite plain to her。 She could see that he was looking on her affairs quite as if they were his own； trying to make them safe and secure。
〃You're so very kind； Frank；〃 she said to him； one night。 〃I'm awfully grateful。 I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't been for you。〃
She looked at his handsome face； which was turned to hers； with child…like simplicity。
〃Not at all。 Not at all。 I want to do it。 I wouldn't have been happy if I couldn't。〃
His eyes had a peculiar； subtle ray in themnot a gleam。 She felt warm toward him； sympathetic； quite satisfied that she could lean on him。
〃Well； I am very grateful just the same。 You've been so good。 Come out Sunday again； if you want to； or any evening。 I'll be home。〃
It was while he was calling on her in this way that his Uncle Seneca died in Cuba and left him fifteen thousand dollars。 This money made him worth nearly twenty…five thousand dollars in his own right； and he knew exactly what to do with it。 A panic had come since Mr。 Semple had died； which had illustrated to him very clearly what an uncertain thing the brokerage business was。 There was really a severe business depression。 Money was so scarce that it could fairly be said not to exist at all。 Capital； frightened by uncertain trade and money conditions； everywhere； retired to its hiding…places in banks； vaults； tea…kettles； and stockings。 The country seemed to be going to the dogs。 War with the South or secession was vaguely looming up in the distance。 The temper of the whole nation was nervous。 People dumped their holdings on the market in order to get money。 Tighe discharged three of his clerks。 He cut down his expenses in every possible way； and used up all his private savings to protect his private holdings。 He mortgaged his house； his land holdingseverything； and in many
