laggard, while the name of Langdon shrinks from pending
odium.

Springing up, he soon descends to the hotel office. After breakfast he
writes that promised letter. Not knowing anything of Sir Donald
Randolph's present address or plans, Oswald writes him at Paris.

Being very curious as to the Lanier affair, and to avoid delay, he
addresses copies to Calcutta and to Sir Donald's Northfield station. The
letter is brief, announcing his safe arrival at New York, intention to
remain until some report comes from Sir Donald, and explaining that
similar copies will be mailed to each of places named. He would mail and
receive all letters at the general postoffice. No reference is made to
the Laniers, as he knows Sir Donald will not need such reminder.

That day Oswald remained at the hotel. The notes of a trained orchestra
charmed his musical sense, while sight of superbly clad, richly
bejeweled hotel guests was interesting diversion.

Next morning he dined at a restaurant near the corner of Thirty-third
Street and Broadway. Taking an elevated Sixth Avenue car, he rides to
Park Place, thence walking to the postoffice and mailing his three
letters. This important move now made, he is ready for sight-seeing.

Standing by the statue of that young patriot whose life was so freely
offered upon Freedom's altar, Oswald marveled at such unselfish
infatuation as found voice in words:

"I regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."

Crossing to other side of Broadway, he narrowly escapes collision with
an electric car. From the irritated conductor comes:

"Well, chump, you are just off of grass!"

This cheerful compliment is followed by another, more pointedly
suggestive, from a wag who calls out:

"Indade yez a bloody jude from owld Loondin, but yez betther moind yer
own way, or the polace will copper yez shoor!"

For a few moments the "modus vivendi" is much strained, but Oswald
quickly recovers his self-control, and slowly strolls down street,
pausing at St. Paul's Chapel.

Having read the chiseled memorial of that American officer who fell in
attack upon Quebec, Oswald passes on, turning at Trinity Church into
Wall Street.

When at the corner of Nassau, he stands for a few moments in front of
the Sub-Treasury Building, looking up at the statue of America's first
executive.

This heroic figure is fitting impersonation of successful revolt against
oppressive exactions.

Oswald's sense of antithesis pictur