streets, and in its place there were members
from pretty nearly all the races of the earth,--Greeks, Poles, Slavs,
Persians,--especially Italians. Many a sturdy young woman, with bare
brown arms and glossy black hair, strode along, hatless and unashamed,
on her way to shop or mill through the streets where Addie Clark had
sidled with prim consciousness of her "place" in society. Archie
remarked the growing cosmopolitanism of his native land with strong
expressions of disapproval.

"It looks like a slum," he grumbled. "And nothing but dagoes in it. What
a place!--and what scum!" he commented frankly upon his wife's
birthplace. "Was it like this when you lived here?" he asked pityingly.

"Not so much," she said quietly, not knowing why she disliked his tone
and his comment upon the present population of Alton.

"They ought to do something to prevent all this foreign trash from
swarming over here," Archie observed.

He did not reflect, nor did Adelle, that this "foreign scum" had come to
replace his race because he and his kind refused any longer to do the
hard labor of the world. If he had been of a more serious turn of mind,
he would have joined the anti-Immigration League and raised the
patriotic slogan of "America for Americans!"

Adelle made no reply to his remarks. She sat silent in her corner of the
car, glancing intently at the old scenes that were so new and
unexpected. From time to time she directed the chauffeur when he was in
doubt, the old turnings of the streets coming back to her with
astonishing sureness. At last, at Shepard Street, she told him to turn
off the South Road, and at once they were in the maze of brick and
mortar that had been Clark's Field,--the old Clark pasture. The bulky
car had to move slowly through the narrow streets, much to the driver's
impatience, and he had frequently to toot his horn or screech his
raucous Claxton to warn the pedestrians to make way for the visitors.
The children crawled off the streets with the instinctive unconcern of
familiarity with traffic; the bareheaded women and dark-faced men
scowlingly gave the chariot of the rich space to proceed. So they
threaded the lanes and the cross-streets that ribbed the old Field,
crossing it twice and completely circling it once, until Archie was in a
state of vocal rebellion at the stench, the squalor, the ugliness of the
place.

But Adelle looked and looked with unwonted curiosity. In her European
wanderings she had pene