Lattimore, supposed to be a town west of Chicago, is the name of a real place, which is boomed by speculators who are evidently real personages. Their schemes effect such a marvellous transformation in the heretofore dull town that the name Aladdin & Co. is given them. Although most of the novel is devoted to discussing the methods of modern land boomers, an old-fashioned love story makes the dryer details palatable.
eye. I was too dense to understand it, but I felt that there was a trace of resentment in her mien.
"Oh, I don't know about that!" she said. "There may be some other way. I haven't met all your friends, and you may be the means of introducing me to the very man."
I did not hear his reply, though I confess I tried to catch it. She resumed her work of copying one of the paintings. This she did in a mechanical sort of way, slowly, and with crabbed touches, but with some success. I thought her lacking in anything like control over the medium in which she worked; but the results promised rather well. He seemed annoyed at her sudden accession of industry, and looked sometimes quizzically at her work, often hungrily at her. Once or twice he touched her hand as she stepped near him; but she neither reproved him nor allowed him to retain it.
I felt that I had taken her measure by this time. She was some Western country girl, well supplied with money, blindly groping toward the career of an artist