It would be interesting to know, also, what were the entries that Judge Orcutt made in his little note-book upon this, his final official act in the Clark's Field drama. But that we have no means of discovering. All legal requirements had been duly fulfilled, and everything else must remain within the judge's breast for his own spiritual nourishment--and for Adelle's if she could divine what he meant. XXIX When Adelle reached the street she found Archie lolling in the car, across the way, in the shade of a tall building. At her appearance he yawned and stretched his cramped legs. "It took you an awful time," he grumbled to his wife. "What was the trouble?" "Nothing," Adelle replied. As she got into the car she gave the driver an order,--"Go out to Alton." "Where's that?" Archie inquired. "A little way out--across the river," Adelle informed him. "What do you want to go there for--it's nearly lunch-time," Archie demurred. "I'm going out to see Clark's Field," Adelle replied succinctly. Archie knew vaguely that the Field had something to do with his wife's fortune, but understood that it had been mostly "cashed in" as he would phrase it. "What's your hurry?" Archie objected. "We can go out there some other time just as well." But for once Archie was compelled to bend to a superior purpose and endure being bumped over the rough pavements of the city out to the old South Road, which was still cut up badly by heavy teaming as it had been in the days of the farmers' market carts, and which also swarmed with huge trolley boxes and motor trucks and pedestrians. For Alton was now merely a lively industrial quarter of the "greater" city. In addition to the old stove-works of enduring fame there were also foundries and factories and mills. The old, leisurely "Square" had become a knot of squalid arteries radiating into this human hive. Life teemed all over, swarmed upon the pavements, hung from the high tenement windows, infested the strange delicatessen and drink shops, many of which bore foreign names. Most marvelous fact of all was that the thin, pale American type, of which Adelle herself was an example, had largely disappeared from the Alton streets, and in its place there were members from pretty nearly all the races of the earth,--Greeks, Poles, Slavs, Persians,--especially Italians. Many a sturdy young woman, with bare brown arms and glossy black hair, strode along, hatless and unashamed, on her way to shop or mill through the streets where Addie Clark had sidled with prim consciousness of her "place" in society. Archie remarked the growing cosmopolitanism of his native land with strong expressions of disapproval. "It looks like a slum," he grumbled. "And nothing but dagoes in it. What a place!--and what scum!" he commented frankly upon his wife's birthplace. "Was it like this when you lived here?" he asked pityingly.