w conditions working out the age-old
problem of right and wrong that had defied solution since time began!
She did not mind the crudity. And if I am to be frank, she did not
mind the rudity. It was not a boiled shirt-front, kid-glove world. In
fact, at that moment she saw her hero stage driver shooting out tobacco
squids at the innocent granolithic, which showed no target because so
many other contributors had preceded the stage driver. In fact, it was
not a world for a lady with a train, though Eleanor saw some trollopy
immigrant "ladies" emerging from a big tent on a back lot decked with
tawdry lace and sporting trains in inverse proportions to the
sufficiency of their "h's." Nor was it a perfumed world. She could
smell the reek of the whiskey saloons all down the street--eleven of
them, there were in a succession of twelve buildings; and the twelfth
building, if Eleanor had known it, was a gambling joint of the Chinese
variety that had iron shutters and iron doors and signs up for
"Gentlemen Only." Let us hope, dear reader, that "gentlemen only"
entered behind the dark of those iron doors! She could not help
wondering had the old day passed forever in the West. Was a new day
not dawning? What was to become of all these incoming people? Could
the cattle barons and the sheep kings and the land rings fence them off
the vast, broad, idle acres forever?

Yet this was the world where her father had come penniless, a refugee
from miscarried justice, and had won out. It was the world where he
had been shot down by some miserable, criminal assassin, who, it was
more than likely, had mistaken him for Wayland. It was Wayland's
world, a world in the making. Well had Matthews designated it--The
United States of the World! More Jews than in Palestine; more Germans
than in Berlin; more Italians than in Rome; more Russians than in St.
Petersburg; more Canadians than in any four Canadian cities combined;
more descendants of the British than in the British Isles--the United
States of the World in the Making! Was it any wonder crime was
rampant; and Democracy rocked to the shock of collision and
miscalculation and inexperience; and Righteousness became a tacking to
progress, not a straight line, like the zig-zag of the ship making
headway all the time, but tacking back and forward to wind and current?
It was good to be alive and take part in the making of the United
States of the World!

She had had breakfast and lunch