he　did　not　perceive　the　formidable；　pitiless；　restless；
  fierce　angles　of　the　great　city　waiting　in　the　dark
  to　close　about　the　rotundity　of　his　heart　and　brain
  and　mould　him　to　the　form　of　its　millions　of　re…shaped
  victims。　　A　cabby　picked　him　out　of　the　whirl；　as
  Sam　himself　had　often　picked　a　nut　from　a　bed　of
  wind…tossed　autumn　leaves；　and　whisked　him　away
  to　a　hotel　commensurate　to　his　boots　and　carpet…
  sack。
  On　the　next　morning　the　last　of　the　Folwells　made
  his　sortie　into　the　city　that　sheltered　the　last　Hark…
  ness。　　The　Colt　was　thrust　beneath　his　coat　and　se…
  cured　by　a　narrow　leather　belt；　the　hunting…knife
  hung　between　his　shoulder…blades；　with　the　haft　an
  inch　below　his　coat　collar。　He　knew　this　much
  that　Cal　Harkness　drove　an　express　wagon　some…
  where　in　that　town；　and　that　he；　Sam　Folwell；　had
  come　to　kill　him。　　And　as　he　stepped　upon　the　side…
  walk　the　red　came　into　his　eye　and　the　feud…hate　into
  his　heart。
  The　clamor　of　the　central　avenues　drew　him　thith…
  erward。　　He　had　half　expected　to　see　Cal　coming
  down　the　street　in　his　shirt…sleeves；　with　a　jug　and
  a　whip　in　his　hand；　just　as　he　would　have　seen　him
  in　Frankfort　or　Laurel　City。　　But　an　hour　went　by
  and　Cal　did　not　appear。　　Perhaps　he　was　waiting　in
  ambush；　to　shoot　him　from　a　door　or　a　window。　　Sam
  kept　a　sharp　eye　on　doors　and　windows　for　a　while。
  About　noon　the　city　tired　of　playing　with　its　mouse
  and　suddenly　squeezed　him　with　its　straight　lines。
  Sam　Folwell　stood　where　two　great；　rectangular
  arteries　of　the　city　cross。　　He　looked　four　ways；　and
  saw　the　world　burled　from　its　orbit　and　reduced
  by　spirit　level　and　tape　to　an　edged　and　cornered
  plane。　　All　life　moved　on　tracks；　in　grooves；　accord…
  ing　to　system；　within　boundaries；　by　rote。　　The　root
  of　life　was　the　cube　root；　the　measure　of　existence
  was　square　measure。　　People　streamed　by　in　straight
  rows；　the　horrible　din　and　crash　stupefied　him。
  Sam　leaned　against　the　sharp　corner　of　a　stone
  building。　　Those　faces　passed　him　by　thousands；　and
  none　of　them　were　turned　toward　him。　　A　sudden　fool…
  ish　fear　that　he　had　died　and　was　a　spirit；　and　that
  they　could　not　see　him；　seized　him。　　And　then　the　city
  smote　him　with　loneliness。
  A　fat　man　dropped　out　of　the　stream　and　stood
  a　few　feet　distant；　waiting　for　his　car。　　Sam　crept
  to　his　side　and　shouted　above　the　tumult　into　his
  ear：
  〃The　Rankinses'　hogs　weighed　more'n　ourn　a
  whole　passel；　but　the　mast　in　thar　neighborhood　was
  a　fine　chance　better　than　what　it　was　down　　〃
  The　fat　man　moved　away　unostentatiously；　and
  bought　roasted　chestnuts　to　cover　his　alarm。
  Sam　felt　the　need　of　a　drop　of　mountain　dew。
  Across　the　street　men　passed　in　and　out　through
  swinging　doors。　　Brief　glimpses　could　be　had　of　a
  glistening　bar　and　its　bedeckings。　　The　feudist　crossed
  and　essayed　to　enter。　　Again　had　Art　eliminated　the
  familiar　circle。　　Sam's　hand　found　no　door…knob　…
  it　slid；　in　vain；　over　a　rectangular　brass　plate　and
  polished　oak　with　nothing　even　so　large　as　a　pin's
  head　upon　which　his　fingers　might　close。
  Abashed；　reddened；　heartbroken；　he　walked　away
  from　the　bootless　door　and　sat　upon　a　step。　　A　locust
  club　tickled　him　in　the　ribs。
  〃Take　a　walk　for　yourself；〃　said　the　policeman。
  You've　been　loafing　around　here　long　enough。〃
  At　the　next　corner　a　shrill　whistle　sounded　in　Sam's
  ear。　　He　wheeled　around　and　saw　a　black…browed　vil…
  lain　scowling　at　him　over　peanuts　heaped　on　a　steam…
  ing　machine。　　He　started　across　the　street。　　An　im…
  mense　engine；　running　without　mules；　with　the　voice　of
  a　bull　and　the　smell　of　a　smoky　lamp；　whizzed　past；
  grazing　his　knee。　　A　cab…driver　bumped　him　with　a
  hub　and　explained　to　him　that　kind　words　were　in…
  vented　to　be　used　on　other　occasions。　　A　motorman
  clanged　his　bell　wildly　and；　for　once　in　his　life；　cor…
  roborated　a　cab…driver。　　A　large　lady　in　a　changeable
  silk　waist　dug　an　elbow　into　his　back；　and　a　newsy
  pensively　pelted　him　with　banana　rinds；　murmuring；
  〃I　hates　to　do　it　　but　if　anybody　seen　me　let　it
  pass！〃
  Cal　Harkness；　his　day's　work　over　and　his　express
  wagon　stabled；　turned　the　sharp　edge　of　the　build…
  ing　that；　by　the　cheek　of　architects；　is　modelled　upon
  a　safety　razor。　　Out　of　the　mass　of　hurrying　people
  his　eye　picked　up；　three　yards　away；　the　surviving
  bloody　and　implacable　foe　of　his　kith　and　kin。
  He　stopped　short　and　wavered　for　a　moment；　be…
  ing　unarmed　and　sharply　surprised。　　But　the　keen
  mountaineer's　eye　of　Sam　Folwell　had　picked　him　out。
  There　was　a　sudden　spring；　a　ripple　in　the　stream
  of　passersby　and　the　sound　of　Sam's　voice　crying：
  〃Howdy；　Cal！　　I'm　durned　glad　to　see　ye。〃
  And　in　the　angles　of　Broadway；　Fifth　Avenue　and
  Twenty…third　Street　the　Cumberland　feudists　shook
  hands。
  ROSES；　RUSES　AND　ROMANCE
  Ravenel　　Ravenel；　the　traveller；　artist　and
  poet；　threw　his　magazine　to　the　floor。　　Sammy　Brown；
  broker's　clerk；　who　sat　by　the　window；　jumped。
  〃What　is　it；　Ravvy？〃　he　asked。　〃The　critics
  been　hammering　your　stock　down？〃
  〃Romance　is　dead；〃　said　Ravenel；　lightly。　When
  Ravenel　spoke　lightly　be　was　generally　serious。　　He
  picked　up　the　magazine　and　fluttered　its　leaves。
  〃Even　a　Philistine；　like　you；　Sammy；〃　said　Rave…
  nel；　seriously　（a　tone　that　insured　him　to　be　speak…
  ing　lightly）；　〃ought　to　understand。　　Now；　here　is
  a　magazine　that　once　printed　Poe　and　Lowell　and
  Whitman　and　Bret　Harte　and　Du　Maurier　and　Lanier
  and　　well；　that　gives　you　the　idea。　　The　current
  number　has　this　literary　feast　to　set　before　you：　an
  article　on　the　stokers　and　coal　bunkers　of　battleships；
  an　expose　of　the　methods　employed　in　making　liver…
  wurst；　a　continued　story　of　a　Standard　Preferred
  International　Baking　Powder　deal　in　Wall　Street；　a
  'poem'　on　the　bear　that　the　President　missed；　an…
  other　'story'　by　a　young　woman　who　spent　a　week
  as　a　spy　making　overalls　on　the　East　Side；　another
  'fiction'　story　that　reeks　of　the　'garage'　and　a　cer…
  tain　make　of　automobile。　　Of　course；　the　title　contains
  the　words　'Cupid'　and　'Chauffeur'　　an　article　on
  naval　strategy；　illustrated　with　cuts　of　the　Spanish
  Armada；　and　the　new　Staten　Island　ferry…boats；　an…
  other　story　of　a　political　boss　who　won　the　love　of　a
  Fifth　Avenue　belle　by　blackening　her　eye　and　refusing
  to　vote　for　an　iniquitous　ordinance　（it　doesn't　say
  whether　it　was　in　the　Street…Cleaning　Department　or
  Congress）；　and　nineteen　pages　by　the　editors　brag…
  ging　about　the　circulation。　　The　whole　thing；　Sammy；
  is　an　obituary　on　Romance。〃
  Sammy　Brown　sat　comfortably　in　the　leather　arm…
  chair　by　the　open　window。　　His　suit　was　a　vehement
  brown　with　visible　checks；　beautifully　matched　in
  shade　by　the　ends　of　four　cigars　that　his　vest　pocket
  poorly　concealed。　　Light　tan　were　his　shoes；　gray　his
  socks；　sky…blue　his　apparent　linen；　snowy　and　high
  and　adamantine　his　collar；　against　which　a　black　but…
  terfly　had　alighted　and　spread　his　wings。　　Sammy's
  face　　least　important　　was　round　and　pleasant
  and　pinkish；　and　in　his　eyes　you　saw　no　haven　for
  fleeing　Romance。
  That　window　of　Ravenel's　apartment　opened　upon
  an　old　garden　full　of　ancient　trees　and　shrubbery。
  The　apartment…house　towered　above　one　side　of　it；
  a　high　brick　wall　fended　it　from　the　street；　oppo…
  site　Ravenel's　window　an　old；　old　mansion　stood；　half…
  hidden　in　the　shade　of　the　summer　foliage。　　The　house
  was　a　castle　besieged。　　The　city　howled　and　roared
  and　shrieked　and　beat　upon　its　double　doors；　and
  shook　white；　fluttering　checks　above　the　wall；　offering
  terms　of　surrender。　　The　gray　dust　settled　upon　the
  trees；　the　siege　was　pressed　hotter；　but　the　draw…
  bridge　was　not　lowered。　　No　further　will　the　language
  of　chivalry　serve。　　Inside　lived　an　old　gentleman　who
  loved　his　home　and　did　not　wish　to　sell　it。　　That　is
  all　the　romance　of　the　besieged　castle。
  Three　or　four　times　every　week　came　Sammy
  Brown　to　Ravenel's　apartment。　　He　belonged　to　the
  poet's　club；　for　the　former　Browns　had　been　con…
  spicuous；　though　Sammy　bad　been　vulgarized　by
  Business。　He　had　no　tears　for　departed　Romance。
  The　song　of　the　ticker　was　the　one　that　reached
  his　heart；　and　when　it　came　to　matters　equine　and
  batting　scores　he　was　something　of　a　pink　edition。
  He　loved　to　sit　in　the　leather　armchair　by　Ravenel's
  window。　　And　Ravenel　didn't　mind　particularly。
  Sammy　seemed　to　enjoy　his　talk；　and　then　the　broker's
  clerk　was　such　a　perfect　embodiment　of　modernity　and
  the　day's　sordid　practicality　that　Ravenel　rather
  liked　to　use　him　as　a　scapegoat。
  〃I'll　tell　you　what's　the　matter　with　you；〃　said
  Sammy；　with　the　shrewdness　that　business　had　taught
  him。　　〃The　magazine　has　turned　down　some　of　your
  poetry　stunts。　　That's　why　you　are　sore　at　it。〃
  〃That　would　be　a　good　guess　in　Wall　Street　or　in
  a　campaign　for　the　presidency　of　a　woman's　club；〃
  sai