The Financier

The Philadelphia into which Frank Algernon Cowperwood was born was a metropolis of 2 hundred and fifty thousand and extra. It was set with good-looking parks, notable buildings, and crowded with historic recollections. Lots of the issues that we and he knew later weren’t then in existence—the telegraph, phone, specific firm, ocean steamer, metropolis supply of mails. There have been no postage-stamps or registered letters. The road automobile had not arrived. As an alternative had been hosts of omnibuses, and for longer journey the slowly creating railroad system nonetheless largely linked by canals.Cowperwood’s father was a financial institution clerk on the time of Frank’s start, however ten years later, when the boy was already starting to show a really wise, vigorous eye on the world, Mr. Henry Worthington Cowperwood, due to the dying of the financial institution’s president and the resultant transferring forward of the opposite officers, fell inheritor to the place vacated by the promoted teller, on the, to him, munificent wage of thirty-five hundred {dollars} a yr. Directly he determined, as he informed his spouse joyously, to take away his household from 21 Buttonwood Road to 124 New Market Road, a significantly better neighborhood, the place there was a pleasant brick home of three tales in peak versus their current two-storied domicile. There was the likelihood that some day they might come into one thing even higher, however for the current this was enough. He was exceedingly grateful.