st prosperous and
successful in American life? There is one who in make-up, form, and air,
even to the cut of his side-whiskers, is an exact counterpart of the
great railway king. Here is a heavy-faced young fellow in evening dress,
perhaps endeavoring to act the part of a gentleman, who has come from an
evening party unfortunately a little "slewed," but who does not know
how to sustain the character, for presently he becomes very familiar
and confidential with the dignified colored waiter at the buffet,
who requires all his native politeness to maintain the character of a
gentleman for two.

If these men had millions, could they get any more enjoyment out of
life? To have fine clothes, drink champagne, and pose in a fashionable
bar-room in the height of the season--is not this the apotheosis of
the "heeler" and the ward "worker"? The scene had a fascination for the
artist, who declared that he never tired watching the evolutions of the
foreign element into the full bloom of American citizenship.

XII. LAKE GEORGE, AND SARATOGA AGAIN

The intimacy between Mrs. Bartlett Glow and Irene increased as the days
went by. The woman of society was always devising plans for Irene's
entertainment, and winning her confidence by a thousand evidences of
interest and affection. Pleased as King was with this at first, he began
to be annoyed at a devotion to which he could have no objection except
that it often came between him and the enjoyment of the girl's society
alone; and latterly he had noticed that her manner was more grave when
they were together, and that a little something of reserve mingled with
her tenderness.

They made an excursion one day to Lake George--a poetical pilgrimage
that recalled to some of the party (which included some New Orleans
friends) the romance of early days. To the Bensons and the artist it was
all new, and to King it was seen for the first time in the transforming
atmosphere of love. To men of sentiment its beauties will never be
exhausted; but to the elderly and perhaps rheumatic tourist the draughty
steamboats do not always bring back the remembered delight of youth.
There is no pleasanter place in the North for a summer residence, but
there is a certain element of monotony and weariness inseparable from an
excursion: travelers have been known to yawn even on the Rhine. It was a
gray day, the country began to show the approach of autumn, and the view
from the landing at Caldwell's, the he