llapse at any time if its central credit was doubted.
Mavick's combinations were splendidly conceived, but he lacked the power
of coordination. And great as were his admitted abilities, he had never
inspired confidence.

"And, besides," said Uncle Jerry, philosophizing about it in his homely
way, "there's that little devil of a Carmen, the most fascinating woman
I ever knew--it would take the Bank of England to run her. Why, when
I see that Golden House going up, I said I'd give 'em five years to
balloon in it. I was mistaken. They've floated it about eighteen. Some
folks are lucky--up to a certain point."

Grave history gives but a paragraph to a personal celebrity of this
sort. When a ship goes down in a tempest off the New England coast,
there is a brief period of public shock and sympathy, and then the world
passes on to other accidents and pleasures; but for months relics of the
great vessel float ashore on lonely headlands or are cast up on sandy
beaches, and for years, in many a home made forlorn by the shipwreck,
are aching hearts and an ever-present calamity.

The disaster of the house of Mavick was not accepted without a struggle,
lasting long after the public interest in the spectacle had abated--a
struggle to save the ship and then to pick up some debris from the
great wreck. The most pathetic sight in the business world is that of a
bankrupt, old and broken, pursuing with always deluded expectations the
remnants of his fortune, striving to make new combinations, involved in
lawsuits, alternately despairing, alternately hopeful in the chaos of
his affairs. This was the fate of Thomas Mavick.

The news was all over Newport in a few hours after it had stricken down
Mrs. Mavick. The newspaper details the morning after were read with that
eager interest that the misfortunes of neighbors always excite. After
her first stupor, Mrs. Mavick refused to believe it. It could not be,
and her spirit of resistance rose with the frantic messages she sent to
her husband. Alas, the cold fact of the assignment remained. Still
her courage was not quite beaten down. The suspension could only be
temporary. She would not have it otherwise. Two days she showed herself
as usual in Newport, and carried herself bravely. The sympathy looked or
expressed was wormwood to her, but she met it with a reassuring smile.
To be sure it was very hard to bear such a blow, the result of a
stock intrigue, but it would soon pass over--it was a t