it.  “Chicago seems so very much like some great town,” he explained to the hotel clerk in the evening.  “I feel as if I were not in a great city at all, because there are not the evidences of a large and wealthy population that we have everywhere in New York.”  Archie spoke of New York as if he had lived there always, and found much to criticise in Chicago.  But toward evening he went up to Lincoln Park and the beautiful North Shore, and he felt that there was nothing more beautiful in New York than this magnificent park, and this handsome Lake Shore Drive, with its great houses whose lawns reached down almost to the lake itself.  On the South Side of the city, too, he found some handsome streets and residences, but there was always that feeling of being in some rapidly growing town.  It wasn’t hard for Archie to realise that there were older houses in his native town than could be found anywhere in the great city of Chicago.

The greatest difference between Chicago and New York was to be noticed in the evening.  Instead of the brilliantly lighted thoroughfares of upper Broadway and Twenty-third and Thirty-fourth Streets, he found but one street in Chicago which was at all illuminated, and the illuminations there were chiefly signs in front of dime museums.  The streets, too, were not so crowded, and Archie almost longed that he could be back on Broadway, if only for a little while.

On Sunday he found Chicago to be a more noisy city than he had ever been in before on that day, and he found that the people made good use of their one weekly holiday.  All places of amusement were open, and everything was running in “full blast.”

The parks seemed to be very popular, indeed, and there were numerous water excursions upon Lake Michigan, to Milwaukee, St. Joe, and various other neighbouring cities.  The street-cars were crowded all day long, many of them taking people to a Sunday game of baseball at the Athletic Park.  All of this was very interesting and very new to Archie, but it didn’t make him anxious to remain in Chicago any longer than Monday morning, so on that day he took the limited train for the Pacific Coast, for he had determined not to stop off again until he reached Denver.

Days of weary travel over a level, uninteresting stretch of ground followed the departure of the train from Chicago, and had not Archie found some interesting persons to talk with he would have been very weary long before reaching Denver.  As it was, he managed to pass the time very pleasantly until the train entered Colorado, and after that he found much that was new to look at until he reached Denver.  Here he remained for half a day, just long enough to see something of the city and a little of the neighbouring country.  Then, taking a train for San Francisco, he reached that city on Thursday afternoon, and immediately began to make arrangements for sailing.  He found, to his great disappointment, that the army transport