Five years Go by before the evil blossoms fully; But here's the bud: Gregory Wenner spent His half-a-million on the building, also Four hundred thousand of the promised loan, Made by the money magnate--then behold The money magnate said: "You cannot have Another dollar, for the bonds you give Are scarcely worth the sum delivered now Pursuant to the contract. I have learned Your architect has blundered, in five years Your building will be leaning, soon enough It will be wrecked by order of the city." And Gregory Wenner found he spoke the truth. But went ahead to finish up the building, And raked and scraped, fell back on friends for loans, Mortgaged his home for money, just to finish This sixteen-story building, kept a hope The future would reclaim him. Gregory Wenner Who seemed so powerful in his place in life Had all along this cancer in his life: He owned the building, but he owed the money, And all the time the building took a slant, By just a little every year. And time Made matters worse for him, increased his foes As he stood for the city in its warfares Against the surface railways, telephones; And earned thereby the wrath of money lenders, Who made it hard for him to raise a loan, Who needed loans habitually. Besides He had the trouble of an invalid wife Who went from hospitals to sanitariums, And traveled south, and went in search of health. Now Gregory Wenner reaches forty-five, He's fought a mighty battle, but grows tired. The building leans a little more each year. And money, as before, is hard to get. And yet he lives and keeps a hope. At last He does not feel so well, has dizzy spells. The doctor recommends a change of scene. And Gregory Wenner starts to see the west. He visits Denver. Then upon a day He walks about the Garden of the Gods, And sees a girl who stands alone and looks About the Garden's wonders. Then he sees The girl is Elenor Murray, who has grown To twenty-years, who looks that seventeen When first he saw her. He remembers her, And speaks of Alma Bell, that Alma Bell Is kindred to him. Where is Alma Bell, He has not heard about her in these years? And Elenor Murray colors, and says: "Look, There is a white cloud on the mountain top." And thus the talk commences.