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n。 Apparently he could now write his check for millions； and yet he was not beholden； so far as the older and more conservative multimillionaires of Chicago were concerned； to any one of them。 The worst of it was that this Cowperwoodan upstart； a jail…bird； a stranger whom they had done their best to suppress financially and ostracize socially； had now become an attractive； even a sparkling figure in the eyes of the Chicago public。 His views and opinions on almost any topic were freely quoted； the newspapers； even the most antagonistic； did not dare to neglect him。 Their owners were now fully alive to the fact that a new financial rival had appeared who was worthy of their steel。
Chapter XXVII
A Financier Bewitched
It was interesting to note how； able though he was； and bound up with this vast street…railway enterprise which was beginning to affect several thousand men； his mind could find intense relief and satisfaction in the presence and actions of Stephanie Platow。 It is not too much to say that in her； perhaps； he found revivified the spirit and personality of Rita Sohlberg。 Rita； however； had not contemplated disloyaltyit had never occurred to her to be faithless to Cowperwood so long as he was fond of her any more than for a long time it had been possible for her； even after all his philanderings； to be faithless to Sohlberg。 Stephanie； on the other hand； had the strange feeling that affection was not necessarily identified with physical loyalty； and that she could be fond of Cowperwood and still deceive hima fact which was based on her lack as yet of a true enthusiasm for him。 She loved him and she didn't。 Her attitude was not necessarily identified with her heavy； lizardish animality； though that had something to do with it； but rather with a vague； kindly generosity which permitted her to feel that it was hard to break with Gardner Knowles and Lane Cross after they had been so nice to her。 Gardner Knowles had sung her praises here； there； and everywhere； and was attempting to spread her fame among the legitimate theatrical enterprises which came to the city in order that she might be taken up and made into a significant figure。 Lane Cross was wildly fond of her in an inadequate way which made it hard to break with him； and yet certain that she would eventually。 There was still another mana young playwright and poet by the name of Forbes Gurneytall； fair； passionatewho had newly arrived on the scene and was courting her； or； rather； being courted by her at odd moments； for her time was her own。 In her artistically errant way she had refused to go to school like her sister； and was idling about； developing； as she phrased it； her artistic possibilities。
Cowperwood； as was natural； heard much of her stage life。 At first he took all this palaver with a grain of salt； the babbling of an ardent nature interested in the flighty romance of the studio world。 By degrees； however； he became curious as to the freedom of her actions； the ease with which she drifted from place to placeLane Cross's studio； Bliss Bridge's bachelor rooms； where he appeared always to be receiving his theatrical friends of the Garrick Players； Mr。 Gardner Knowles's home on the near North Side； where he was frequently entertaining a party after the theater。 It seemed to Cowperwood； to say the least； that Stephanie was leading a rather free and inconsequential existence； and yet it reflected her exactlythe color of her soul。 But he began to doubt and wonder。
〃Where were you； Stephanie； yesterday？〃 he would ask； when they met for lunch； or in the evenings early； or when she called at his new offices on the North Side； as she sometimes did to walk or drive with him。
〃Oh； yesterday morning I was at Lane Cross's studio trying on some of his Indian shawls and veils。 He has such a lot of those thingssome of the loveliest oranges and blues。 You just ought to see me in them。 I wish you might。〃
〃Alone？〃
〃For a while。 I thought Ethel Tuckerman and Bliss Bridge would be there； but they didn't come until later。 Lane Cross is such a dear。 He's sort of silly at times； but I like him。 His portraits are so bizarre。〃
She went off into a description of his pretentious but insignificant art。
Cowperwood marveled； not at Lane Cross's art nor his shawls； but at this world in which Stephanie moved。 He could not quite make her out。 He had never been able to make her explain satisfactorily that first single relationship with Gardner Knowles； which she declared had ended so abruptly。 Since then he had doubted； as was his nature； but this girl was so sweet； childish； irreconcilable with herself； like a wandering breath of air； or a pale…colored flower； that he scarcely knew what to think。 The artistically inclined are not prone to quarrel with an enticing sheaf of flowers。 She was heavenly to him； coming in； as she did at times when he was alone； with bland eyes and yielding herself in a kind of summery ecstasy。 She had always something artistic to tell of storms； winds； dust； clouds； smoke forms； the outline of buildings； the lake； the stage。 She would cuddle in his arms and quote long sections from 〃Romeo and Juliet；〃 〃Paolo and Francesca；〃 〃The Ring and the Book；〃 Keats's 〃Eve of St。 Agnes。〃 He hated to quarrel with her； because she was like a wild rose or some art form in nature。 Her sketch…book was always full of new things。 Her muff； or the light silk shawl she wore in summer； sometimes concealed a modeled figure of some kind which she would produce with a look like that of a doubting child； and if he wanted it； if he liked it； he could have it。 Cowperwood meditated deeply。 He scarcely knew what to think。
The constant atmosphere of suspicion and doubt in which he was compelled to remain； came by degrees to distress and anger him。 While she was with him she was clinging enough； but when she was away she was ardently cheerful and happy。 Unlike the station he had occupied in so many previous affairs； he found himself； after the first little while； asking her whether she loved him instead of submitting to the same question from her。
He thought that with his means； his position； his future possibilities he had the power to bind almost any woman once drawn to his personality； but Stephanie was too young and too poetic to be greatly impaired by wealth and fame； and she was not yet sufficiently gripped by the lure of him。 She loved him in her strange way； but she was interested also by the latest arrival； Forbes Gurney。 This tall； melancholy youth； with brown eyes and pale…brown hair； was very poor。 He hailed from southern Minnesota； and what between a penchant for journalism； verse…writing； and some dramatic work； was somewhat undecided as to his future。 His present occupation was that of an instalment collector for a furniture company； which set him free； as a rule； at three o'clock in the afternoon。 He was trying； in a mooning way； to identify himself with the Chicago newspaper world； and was a discovery of Gardner Knowles。
Stephanie had seen him about the rooms of the Garrick Players。 She had looked at his longish face with its aureole of soft； crinkly hair； his fine wide mouth； deep…set eyes； and good nose； and had been touched by an atmosphere of wistfulness； or； let us say； life…hunger。 Gardner Knowles brought a poem of his once； which he had borrowed from him； and read it to the company； Stephanie； Ethel Tuckerman； Lane Cross； and Irma Ottley assembled。
〃Listen to this；〃 Knowles had suddenly exclaimed； taking it out of his pocket。
It concerned a garden of the moon with the fragrance of pale blossoms； a mystic pool； some ancient figures of joy； a quavered Lucidian tune。
〃With eerie flute and rhythmic thrum Of muted strings and beaten drum。〃
Stephanie Platow had sat silent； caught by a quality that was akin to her own。 She asked to see it； and read it in silence。
〃I think it's charming；〃 she said。
Thereafter she hovered in the vicinity of Forbes Gurney。 Why； she could scarcely say。 It was not coquetry。 She just drew near； talked to him of stage work and her plays and her ambitions。 She sketched him as she had Cowperwood and others； and one day Cowperwood found three studies of Forbes Gurney in her note…book idyllicly done； a note of romantic feeling about them。
〃Who is this？〃 he asked。
〃Oh； he's a young poet who comes up to the PlayersForbes Gurney。 He's so charming； he's so pale and dreamy。〃
Cowperwood contemplated the sketches curiously。 His eyes clouded。
〃Another one of Stephanie's adherents；〃 he commented； teasingly。 〃It's a long procession I've joined。 Gardner Knowles； Lane Cross； Bliss Bridge； Forbes Gurney。〃
Stephanie merely pouted moodily。
〃How you talk！ Bliss Bridge； Gardner Knowles！ I admit I like them all； but that's all I do do。 They're just sweet and dear。 You'd like Lane Cross yourself； he's such a foolish old Polly。 As for Forbes Gurney； he just drifts up there once in a while as one of the crowd。 I scarcely know him。〃
〃Exactly；〃 said Cowperwood； dolefully； 〃but you sketch him。〃 For some reason Cowperwood did not believe this。 Back in his brain he did not believe Stephanie at all； he did not trust her。 Yet he was intensely fond of her