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In a city in transition, where yesterday is as dead as a dead century, where those who prepare the old year for burial are already taking the ante-mortem statement of the new, the future fulfils the functions of the present Time itself is considered merely as a by-product of horse-power, discounted with flippancy as the unavoidable friction clogging the fly-wheel of progress

Me a lost art in Manhattan

His world and his city had almost ceased to think of Siward

For a feeeks men spoke of him in the several clubs of which he had lately been a member--spoke of him always in the past tense; and after a little while spoke of him no more

In that section of the social system which he had inhabited, his absence on account of his ranted, people laid him away in their minds almost as ceremoniously as they had laid away thehalted because he was not present; nothing was delayed, rearranged, or abandoned because his fa There remained only one e party; only another man for opera box or week's end; one man the more to be counted on, one more man to be counted out--transferred to the credit of profit and loss, and the ledger closed for the season

They who re those who had not yet lost that old-fashioned art, were very few--a young girl here and there, over whom he had been absent-mindedly sentimental; a débutante or tho had adored him from a distance as a friend of elder sister or brother; here and there an old, old lady to whom he had been considerate, and who perhaps re char--his father, perhaps, perhaps his grandfather--these thought of him at intervals; the reotten how to do it Several cabed café waiter inquired about hi soallery and roulette notoriety, whose business is not to forget, was politely regretful at his absence froular intervals graced with votive offerings And the list ended there--alotten Siward: Howard Quarrier and Beverly Plank; and one other, a third, who could not yet forget him if she would--but, as yet, she had not tried very desperately