ually big problem to pass upon, he cut down his food and increased
his tea. Tea was his tipple. It opened up his mental pores and gave him
cosmic consciousness. Armour had so much personality--so much
magnetism--that he had but few competitors in his business. One of these
was Nelson Morris.

Now, Morris was a type of man that Armour had never met. Morris was a
Jew, a Bavarian, who affected music, art and philosophy. Nelson Morris,
small, smooth of face, humming bars from Bach and quoting Schopenhauer,
buying hogs at the Chicago Stockyards and then killing these hogs for
the gastronomical delectation of Christians, was a sort of all-round
Judaic genius.

The Mosaic Law forbids the Jews eating pork, but it places no ban or bar
on their dealing in it. Nelson Morris bought hogs at four A. M., or as
soon as it was light. Armour found him at it when he arrived, and Philip
Armour was usually the earliest bird on the job. Yet Armour wasn't
afraid of Morris--the Jew merely perplexed him. One day Armour said to
MacDowell, his secretary, "I say, Mac, Nelson doesn't need a guardian!"

The Jew was getting on the Armour nerves--just a little. Armour was
always on friendly terms with his competitors. As a matter of fact, he
was on friendly terms with everybody--he had no grouch and never got in
a grump. Socially he was irresistible. He got up close--invited
confidence--made friends and held them. There was never a man he
wouldn't speak to. He was above jealousy and beyond hate; yet, of
course, when it came to a show-down, he might hit awfully hard and
quick, but he always passed out his commercial wallop with a smile.

When Sullivan met Corbett at New Orleans, Gentleman Jim landed the
champion a terrific jolt with his right, smiled sweetly and said, "To
think, John, of your coming all the way from Boston to get that--also
this"; then he gave him another with his left. One morning, at daylight,
when Morris got to the Stockyards, he found all the pens empty.

Armour and his pig-buyers had been around with lanterns all night
hunting up the owners and bulling the market. "To think," said Armour to
Morris, "to think of your coming all the way from Bavaria hoping to get
the start of me!" Both men smiled serenely. The next week whole
train-loads of pigs were coming to Chicago consigned to Nelson Morris.
He had sent his agents out and was buying of the farmers, direct.

Soon after, Armour casually met Morris and suggested that they lunc