It was all very fine, he thought, but still it wasn't
nearly so fascinating to him as New York had been on the first day he
visited 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.
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