Lost on Dress Parade 179
He was twenty-two years old; he considered architecture to be truly an art ; and he honestly believed though he would not have dared to admit it in New York that the Flatiron Building was inferior in design to the great cathedral in Milan.
Out of each week's earnings Chandler set aside $i. At the end of each ten weeks with the extra capital thus accumulated, he pur- chased one gentleman's evening from the bargain counter of stingy old Father Time. He arrayed himself in the regalia of million- aires and presidents; he took himself to the quarter where life is brightest and showiest, and there clined with taste and luxury. With ten dollars a man may, for a few hours, play the wealthy idler to perfection. The sum is ample for a well-considered meal, a bottle bearing a respectable label, commensurate tips, a smoke, cab fare, and the ordinary etcetras.
This one delectable evening culled from each dull seventy was to Chandler a source of renascent bliss. To the society bud comes but one debut; it stands alone sweet in her memory when her hair has whitened; but to Chandler each ten weeks brought a joy as
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