amiliar with the wild, weird early morning din of the
city, may not know that the metropolitan cock-crow is made up of the
jingle and jangle of a million tin milk cans jolted over a million
blocks of stone to the tune of thousands of steel-shod feet, the shrill
cries of an army of butcher and baker boys and the groans and the moans
of countless troubled and tortured human souls. Cock-crow in the country
means "Awake to another day of life." Cock-crow in the city is a signal
for the slaves of Mammon to arise to another interval of flight and
pursuit.

The great city cock was just getting ready to send forth his hoarse cry
as I went to bed, and he was still on his roost a few hours later, when
I awoke. I looked from my window of the Brunswick across the Square, now
flooded with the pure sunlight of early morning, and all the kinks and
quirks and hobgoblins which the rush and irritation of yesterday had
generated seemed to have vanished, and I could not suppress a smile at
the thought of the night before, when this battle--this puny,
insignificant battle for a few dirty dollars--had almost raised feelings
I now knew too well should only be aroused by real battles, battles in
which noble principles were involved, and I felt better able to fight
what I had thought, the night before, was going to be a hard battle.

"Pshaw!" said I, as I looked away and beyond the park to the grand
battlefields of my better imagination, "what will it matter a hundred
years hence what name appears against victor or vanquished in the
archives of fame or the records of infamy when the student reads, 'A.D.
1896, Bay State Gas-"Standard Oil" war,'" for I saw that among the
countless real deeds there would be no room for any record to mark the
existence of any Gas or Dollar war.

With these thoughts still in mind I sat down to breakfast with Parker
Chandler, and as I listened to his cheerful gossip of yesterday, I
inwardly resolved that whatever the result of the day's effort, I would
take it with a smile.

Thursday was another period of strenuous struggle and unceasing effort.
I began early, and every moment was taken up with arguments, wrangles,
pleadings! Chandler had agreed to see that Addicks kept his appointment
with the National Committee and that a quorum of Bay State directors
should be on hand in the Hoffman so that we could get quick action on
any proposition that came up. This arranged I hurried over to see John
Moore, then down for