That fence ruined the street, as far as our end of it was concerned.
Them that lived north of it could look on up the lake for quite a ways,
but for more than a quarter of a mile down toward the park there
couldn't nobody see down that part of the street at all. The papers got
to talking about it, and some complaints was printed too. Old Man Wright
he only sort of laughed. The papers made fun of the Wisners for building
that fence--sort of treating the whole thing like a joke.

About now the campaign for alderman got busier. Old Man Wright printed
a full page in all the papers, with a picture of hisself, and saying
that J. W. Wright was running for alderman in that ward. Right opposite
his full-page ad was about six or eight inches, with a smaller picture
of Old Man Wisner with it; and he said that Mr. David Abraham Wisner
begged to submit his name as a candidate for the sufferedges for
alderman in that ward. I didn't know what sufferedges was at first, but
I knew what my boss was out after--it was votes, and he was liable to
get 'em.

From that time on the boss was busier than he had been before. He got
better acquainted over on the west side of our ward. Sometimes he
wouldn't get back till midnight, but he always come home under his own
steam. In his office I saw all sorts of people. He seemed to take to
this alderman business natural.

Anyways he was a hard man to buck in any kind of a game. He had his own
idea all the time maybe about that fence in Millionaire Row. One day he
taken a little pasear down the lake front toward the head of the park,
where there was some vacant land below us. He was sizing things up. Two
or three weeks after he told me he'd bought that tract--the whole works,
clear down to the end of the park. I don't know what he paid for it, but
it must have been a lot of money.

"You see," says he, "all them people up there north of us on the row
they ain't got only a little bit of land for their houses. Me, I'm going
to have a place with half a mile or so of ground to it. Bonnie Bell has
got to have a place to herself for to raise crocuses and other flowers,"
says he, "and to cultivate her Boston dog."

It was kind of hard times right then and a good many men was out of
work. Old Man Wright put a lot of 'em to work on his new Bonnie Bell
Addition, as he called it. He dug it up and smoothed it down and laid it
out, and planted it with trees and sodded it. And then, down at the far
end of it,