wspaper, and then his boyhood
friends decided that Jake was going into politics again.

In the wider horizons and opener atmosphere of the great city he came
to understand better that to be an American in all respects was not the
best. His mounting sense of importance began to be retroactive in the
direction of his ancestral home; he wrote back to the little town near
Wurzburg which his people had come from, and found that he had relatives
still living there, some of whom had become people of substance; and
about the time his health gave way from life-long gluttony, and he was
ordered to Carlsbad, he had pretty much made up his mind to take his
younger daughters and put them in school for a year or two in Wurzburg,
for a little discipline if not education. He had now left them there, to
learn the language, which he had forgotten with such heart-burning and
shame, and music, for which they had some taste.

The twins loudly lamented their fate, and they parted from their
father with open threats of running away; and in his heart he did
not altogether blame them. He came away from Wurzburg raging at the
disrespect for his money and his standing in business which had brought
him a more galling humiliation there than anything he had suffered
in his boyhood at Des Vaches. It intensified him in his dear-bought
Americanism to the point of wishing to commit lese majesty in the teeth
of some local dignitaries who had snubbed him, and who seemed to enjoy
putting our eagle to shame in his person; there was something like the
bird of his step-country in Stoller's pale eyes and huge beak.

XXVIII.

March sat with a company of other patients in the anteroom of the
doctor, and when it came his turn to be prodded and kneaded, he was
ashamed at being told he was not so bad a case as he had dreaded. The
doctor wrote out a careful dietary for him, with a prescription of a
certain number of glasses of water at a certain spring and a certain
number of baths, and a rule for the walks he was to take before and
after eating; then the doctor patted him on the shoulder and pushed
him caressingly out of his inner office. It was too late to begin his
treatment that day, but he went with his wife to buy a cup, with a
strap for hanging it over his shoulder, and he put it on so as to be
an invalid with the others at once; he came near forgetting the small
napkin of Turkish towelling which they stuffed into their cups, but
happily the shopman