Fulkerson，"saidthegirl。
ThisservedtoremindFulkersonofsomething。Heturnedtoherfather。
"I'lltellyouwhat，ColonelWoodburn，IwantMr。Marchtoseesomechaptersofthatbookofyours。I'vebeentalkingtohimaboutit。"
"Idonotthinkitwouldaddtothepopularityofyourperiodical，sir，"
saidtheColonel，withastatelypleasureinbeingasked。"Myviewsofacivilizationbaseduponresponsibleslaverywouldhardlybeacceptabletoyourcommercializedsociety。"
"Well，notasapracticalthing，ofcourse，"Fulkersonadmitted。"Butassomethingretrospective，speculative，Ibelieveitwouldmakeahit。
There'ssomuchgoingonnowaboutsocialquestions；Iguesspeoplewouldliketoreadit。"
"Idonotknowthatmyworkisintendedtoamusepeople，"saidtheColonel，withsomestate。
"Mahgoodness!AhonlywishitWAS，then，"saidhisdaughter；andsheadded:"Yes，Mr。Fulkerson，theColonelwillbeverygladtosubmitpo'tionsofhiswoaktoyo'edito'。Wewanttohavesomeofthehonaw。
Perhapswecansaywehelpedtostopyo'magazine，ifwedidn'thelptostawtit。"
Theyalllaughedatherboldness，andFulkersonsaid:"It'lltakeagooddealmorethanthattostop'EveryOtherWeek'。TheColonel'swholebookcouldn'tdoit。"Thenhelookedunhappy，forColonelWoodburndidnotseemtoenjoyhisreassuringwords；butMissWoodburncametohisrescue。
"Youmaghtillustrateitwiththepo'traitoftheawthorisdaughtaw，ifit'stoolateforthecovah。"
"Goingtohavethatineverynumber，MissWoodburn!"hecried。
"Oh，mahgoodness!"shesaid，withmockhumility。
Almasatlookingatherpiquanthead，black，unconsciouslyoutlinedagainstthelamp，asshesatworkingbythetable。"Justkeepstillamoment!"
Shegothersketch-blockandpencils，andbegantodraw；Fulkersontiltedhimselfforwardandlookedoverhershoulder；hesmiledoutwardly；
inwardlyhewasdividedbetweenadmirationofMissWoodburn'sarchbeautyandappreciationoftheskillwhichreproducedit；atthesametimehewastryingtorememberwhetherMarchhadauthorizedhimtogosofarastoaskforasightofColonelWoodburn'smanuscript。HefeltthathehadtrencheduponMarch'sprovince，andheframedoneapologytotheeditorforbringinghimthemanuscript，andanothertotheauthorforbringingitback。
"MostAhholdraghtstilllikeitwasaphotograph?"askedMissWoodburn。"CanAhtoak?"
"Talkallyouwant，"saidAlma，squintinghereyes。"Andyouneedn'tbeeitheradamantine，noryet——wooden。"
"Oh，ho'verygoodofyou!Well，ifAhcantoak——goon，Mr。Fulkerson!"
"Metalk?Ican'tbreathetillthisthingisdone!"sighedFulkerson；atthatpointofhismentaldramatheColonelwasbehavingrustilyaboutthereturnofhismanuscript，andhefeltthathewaslookinghislastonMissWoodburn'sprofile。
"Isshegettingitraght?"askedthegirl。
"Idon'tknowwhichiswhich，"saidFulkerson。
"Oh，AhhopeAhshall!Ahdon'twanttogoroundfeelin'likeasheetofpapahhalfthetime。"
"Youcouldrattleon，justthesame，"suggestedAlma。
"Oh，now!Jostlistentothat，Mr。Fulkerson。Doyoucallthatanywaytotoaktopeople?"
"Youmightknowwhichyouwerebythecolor，"Fulkersonbegan，andthenbebrokeofffromthepersonalconsiderationwithabusinessinspiration，andsmackedhimselfontheknee，"Wecouldprintitincolor!"
Mrs。Leightongathereduphersewingandhelditwithbothhandsinherlap，whileshecameround，andlookedcriticallyatthesketchandthemodeloverherglasses。"It'sverygood，Alma，"shesaid。
ColonelWoodburnremainedrestivelyonhissideofthetable。"Ofcourse，Mr。Fulkerson，youwerejesting，sir，whenyouspokeofprintingasketchofmydaughter。"
"Why，Idon'tknow——Ifyouobject——?
"Ido，sir——decidedly，"saidtheColonel。
"Thenthatsettlesit，ofcourse，"said"Ionlymeant——"
"Indeeditdoesn't!"criedthegirl。"Who'stoknowwhoit'sfrom?
Ah'mjostsetonhavin'itprinted!Ah'mgoingtoappearastheheadofSlavery——inoppositiontotheheadofLiberty。"
"There'llbearevolutioninsideofforty-eighthours，andwe'llhavetheColonel'ssystemgoingwhereveracopyof'EveryOtherWeek'circulates，"
saidFulkerson。
"Thissketchbelongstome，"Almainterposed。"I'mnotgoingtoletitbeprinted。"
"Oh，mahgoodness!"saidMissWoodburn，laughinggood-humoredly。
"That'sbecoseyouwerebroughtuptohateslavery。"
"IshouldlikeMr。Beatontoseeit，"saidMrs。Leighton，inasortofabsenttone。Sheadded，toFulkerson:"Iratherexpectedhemightbeinto-night。"
"Well，ifhecomeswe'llleaveittoBeaton，"Fulkersonsaid，withreliefinthesolution，andananxiousglanceattheColonel，acrossthetable，toseehowhetookthatformofthejoke。MissWoodburninterceptedhisglanceandlaughed，andFulkersonlaughed，too，butratherforlornly。
Almasetherlipsprimlyandturnedherheadfirstononesideandthenontheothertolookatthesketch。"Idon'tthinkwe'llleaveittoMr。
Beaton，evenifhecomes。"
"WelefttheotherdesignforthecovertoBeaton，"Fulkersoninsinuated。
"Iguessyouneedn'tbeafraidofhim。"
"Isitaquestionofmybeingafraid?"Almaasked；sheseemedcoollyintentonherdrawing。
"MissLeightonthinksheoughttobeafraidofher，"MissWoodburnexplained。
"It'saquestionofhiscourage，then?"saidAlma。
"Well，Idon'tthinktherearemanyyoungladiesthatBeaton'safraidof，"saidFulkerson，givinghimselftherespiteofthispurelyrandomremark，whileheinterrogatedthefacesofMrs。LeightonandColonelWoodburnforsomelightuponthetendencyoftheirdaughters'words。
HewasnothelpedbyMrs。Leighton'ssaying，withacertainanxiety，"Idon'tknowwhatyoumean，Mr。Fulkerson。"
"Well，you'reasmuchinthedarkasIammyself，then，"saidFulkerson。
"IsupposeImeantthatBeatonisrather——a——favorite，youknow。Thewomenlikehim。"
Mrs。Leightonsighed，andColonelWoodburnroseandlefttheroom。
Inthesilencethatfollowed，Fulkersonlookedfromoneladytotheotherwithdismay。"Iseemtohaveputmyfootinit，somehow，"hesuggested，andMissWoodburngaveacryoflaughter。
"Poo'Mr。Fulkerson!Poo'Mr。Fulkerson!Papathoatyouwantedhimtogo。"
"Wantedhimtogo?"repeatedFulkerson。
"WealwaysmentionMr。Beatonwhenwewanttogetridofpapa。"
"Well，itseemstomethatIhavenoticedthathedidn'ttakemuchinterestinBeaton，asageneraltopic。ButIdon'tknowthatIeversawitdrivehimoutoftheroombefore!"
"Well，heisn'talwayssobad，"saidMissWoodburn。"Butitwasacaseofhateatfirstsight，anditseemstobegrowin'onpapa。"
"Well，Icanunderstandthat，"saidFulkerson。"TheimpulsetodestroyBeatonissomethingthateverybodyhastostruggleagainstatthestart。"
"Imustsay，Mr。Fulkerson，"saidMrs。Leighton，inthetremorthroughwhichshenervedherselftodifferopenlywithanyonesheliked，"Ineverhadtostrugglewithanythingofthekind，inregardtoMr。Beaton。Hehasalwaysbeenmostrespectfuland——and——considerate，withme，whateverhehasbeenwithothers。"
"Well，ofcourse，Mrs。Leighton!"Fulkersoncamebackinasoothingtone。
"Butyouseeyou'retherulethatprovestheexception。IwasspeakingofthewaymenfeltaboutBeaton。It'sdifferentwithladies；Ijustsaidso。"
"Isitalwaysdifferent?"Almaasked，liftingherheadandherhandfromherdrawing，andstaringatitabsently。
Fulkersonpushedbothhishandsthroughhiswhiskers。"Lookhere!Lookhere!"hesaid。"Won'tsomebodystartsomeothersubject?Wehaven'thadtheweatherupyet，havewe?Ortheopera?Whatisthematterwithafewremarksaboutpolitics?"
"Why，Ahthoatyoulahkedtotoakaboutthestaffofyo'magazine，"saidMissWoodburn。
"Oh，Ido!"saidFulkerson。"Butnotalwaysaboutthesamememberofit。
Hegetsmonotonous，whenhedoesn'tgetcomplicated。I'vejustcomeroundfromtheMarches'，"headded，toMrs。Leighton。
"Isupposethey'vegotthoroughlysettledintheirapartmentbythistime。"Mrs。LeightonsaidsomethinglikethiswhenevertheMarcheswerementioned。Atthebottomofherheartshehadnotforgiventhemfornottakingherrooms；shehadlikedtheirlookssomuch；andshewasalwayshopingthattheywereuncomfortableordissatisfied；shecouldnothelpwantingthempunishedalittle。
"Well，yes；asmuchastheyeverwillbe，"Fulkersonanswered。
"TheBostonstyleisprettydifferent，youknow；andtheMarchesareold-
fashionedfolks，andIreckontheyneverwentinmuchforbric-a-bracThey'veputawaynineortenbarrelsofdragoncandlesticks，buttheykeepfindingnewones。"
"Theirlandladyhasjustjoinedourclass，"saidAlma。"Isn'thernameGreen?Shehappenedtoseemycopyof'EveryOtherWeek'，andsaidsheknewtheeditor；andtoldme。"
"Well，it'salittleworld，"saidFulkerson。"Youseemtobetouchingelbowswitheverybody。Justthinkofyourhavinghadourheadtranslatorforamodel。"
"AhthinkthatyourwholepublicationrevolvesaroandtheLeightonfamily，"saidMissWoodburn。
"That'sprettymuchso，"Fulkersonadmitted。"Anyhow，thepublisherseemsdisposedtodoso。"
"Areyouthepublisher?IthoughtitwasMr。Dryfoos，"saidAlma。
"Itis。"
"Oh!"
ThetoneandthewordgaveFulkersonadiscomfortwhichhepromptlyconfessed。"Missedagain。"
Thegirlslaughed，andheregainedsomethingofhislostspirits，andsmiledupontheirgayety，whichlastedbeyondanyapparentreasonforit。
MissWoodburnasked，"AndisMr。Dryfoossenio'anythinglikeouahMr。
Dryfoos?"
"Nottheleast。"
"Buthe'sjostasexemplary?"
"Yes；inhisway。"
"Well，AhwishAhcouldseeallthosepinksofpuffectiontogethah，once。"
"Why，lookhere!I'vebeenthinkingI'dcelebratealittle，whentheoldgentlemangetsback。Havealittlesupper——somethingofthatkind。Howwouldyouliketoletmehaveyourparlorsforit，Mrs。Leighton?Youladiescouldstandonthestairs，andhaveapeepatus，inthebunch。"
"Oh，mah!Whataprivilege!AndwillMissAlmabethere，withtheothahcontributors?Ahshalljostexpahofenvy!"
"Shewon'tbethereinperson，"saidFulkerson，"butshe'llberepresentedbytheheadoftheartdepartment。"
"Mahgoodness!Andwho'lltheheadofthepublishingdepartmentrepresent?"
"Hecanrepresentyou，"saidAlma。
"Well，Ahwanttoberepresented，someho'。"
"We'llhavethebanquetthenightbeforeyouappearonthecoverofourfourthnumber，"saidFulkerson。
"Ahthoatthatwasdoublyfo'bidden，"saidMissWoodburn。"Bythesternparentandtheenviousawtust。"
"We'llgetBeatontogetroundthem，somehow。Iguesswecantrusthimtomanagethat。"
Mrs。Leightonsighedherresentmentoftheimplication。
"IalwaysfeelthatMr。Beatondoesn'tdohimselfjustice，"shebegan。
Fulkersoncouldnotforegothechanceofajoke。"Well，maybehewouldrathertemperjusticewithmercyinacaselikehis。"Thismadeboththeyoungerladieslaugh。"Ijudgethisismychancetogetoffwithmylife，"headded，andheroseashespoke。"Mrs。Leighton，Iamabouttheonlymanofmysexwhodoesn'tthirstforBeaton'sbloodmostofthetime。ButIknowhimandIdon't。He'smorekindsofagoodfellowthanpeoplegenerallyunderstand。Hedoesn'twearhisheartuponhissleeve-
nothisulstersleeve，anyway。Youcanalwayscountmeonyoursidewhenit'saquestionoffindingBeatonnotguiltyifhe'llleavetheState。"
Almasetherdrawingagainstthewall，inrisingtosaygoodnighttoFulkerson。Hebentoveronhissticktolookatit。"Well，it'sbeautiful，"hesighed，withunconscioussincerity。
Almamadehimacourtesyofmockmodesty。"ThankstoMissWoodburn!"
"Ohno!Allshehadtodowassimplytostayput。"
"Don'tyouthinkAhmighthaveimproveditifAhhad，lookedbetter?"
thegirlasked，gravely。
"Oh，youcouldn't!"saidFulkerson，andhewentofftriumphantintheirapplauseandtheircriesof"Which?which?"
Mrs。Leightonsankdeepintoanaccusinggloomwhenatlastshefoundherselfalonewithherdaughter。"Idon'tknowwhatyouarethinkingabout，AlmaLeighton。Ifyoudon'tlikeMr。Beaton——"
"Idon't。"
"Youdon't?Youknowbetterthanthat。Youknowthat，youdidcareforhim。"
"Oh!that'saverydifferentthing。That'sathingthatcanbegotover。"
"Gotover!"repeatedMrs。Leighton，aghast。
"Ofcourse，itcan!Don'tberomantic，mamma。Peoplegetoverdozensofsuchfancies。Theyevenmarryforlovetwoorthreetimes。"
"Never!"criedhermother，doingherbesttofeelshocked；andatlastlookingit。
HerlookingithadnoeffectuponAlma。"Youcaneasilygetovercaringforpeople；butyoucan'tgetoverlikingthem——ifyoulikethembecausetheyaresweetandgood。That'swhatlasts。Iwasasimplegoose，andheimposeduponmebecausehewasasophisticatedgoose。Nowthecaseisreversed。"
"Hedoescareforyou，now。Youcanseeit。Whydoyouencouragehimtocomehere?"
"Idon't，"saidAlma。"Iwilltellhimtokeepawayifyoulike。Butwhetherhecomesorgoes，itwillbethesame。"
"Nottohim，Alma!Heisinlovewithyou!"
"Hehasneversaidso。"
"Andyouwouldreallylethimsayso，whenyouintendtorefusehim?"
"Ican'tverywellrefusehimtillhedoessayso。"
Thiswasundeniable。Mrs。Leightoncouldonlydemand，inanawfultone，"MayIaskwhy——ifyoucaredforhim；andIknowyoucareforhimstillyouwillrefusehim?"
Almalaughed。"Because——becauseI'mweddedtomyArt，andI'mnotgoingtocommitbigamy，whateverIdo。"
"Alma!"
"Well，then，becauseIdon'tlikehim——thatis，Idon'tbelieveinhim，anddon'ttrusthim。He'sfascinating，buthe'sfalseandhe'sfickle。
Hecan'thelpit，Idaresay。"
"Andyouareperfectlyhard。IsitpossiblethatyouwereactuallypleasedtohaveMr。FulkersonteaseyouaboutMr。Dryfoos?"
"Oh，good-night，now，mamma!Thisisbecomingpersonal"
EndAHazardofNewFortunesV3
ByWilliamDeanHowellsPARTTHIRD
I。
Theschemeofabanquettocelebratetheinitialsuccessof'EveryOtherWeek'expandedinFulkerson'sfancyintoaseries。Insteadofthepublishingandeditorialforce，withcertainofthemorerepresentativeartistsandauthorssittingdowntoamodestsupperinMrs。Leighton'sparlors，heconceivedofadinneratDelmonico's，withtheprincipalliteraryandartistic，peoplethroughoutthecountryasguests，andaninexhaustiblehospitalitytoreportersandcorrespondents，fromwhomparagraphs，propheticandhistoric，wouldflowweeksbeforeandafterthefirstoftheseries。Hesaidthethingwasanewdepartureinmagazines；
itamountedtosomethinginliteratureasradicalastheAmericanRevolutioninpolitics:itwastheideaofselfgovernmentinthearts；
anditwasthisideathathadneveryetbeenfullydevelopedinregardtoit。Thatwaswhatmustbedoneinthespeechesatthedinner，andthespeechesmustbereported。Thenitwouldgolikewildfire。HeaskedMarchwhetherhethoughtMr。Depewcouldbegottocome；MarkTwain，hewassure，wouldcome；hewasaliteraryman。TheyoughttoinviteMr。
Evarts，andtheCardinalandtheleadingProtestantdivines。Hisambitionstoppedatnothing，nothingbutthequestionofexpense；therehehadtowaitthereturnoftheelderDryfoosfromtheWest，andDryfooswasstilldelayedatMoffitt，andFulkersonopenlyconfessedthathewasafraidhewouldstaytheretillhisownenthusiasmescapedinotheractivities，otherplans。
Fulkersonwasaslittlelikelyaspossibletofallunderasuperstitioussubjectiontoanotherman；butMarchcouldnothelpseeingthatinthispossiblemeasureDryfooswasFulkerson'sfetish。Hedidnotreverehim，Marchdecided，becauseitwasnotinFulkerson'snaturetorevereanything；hecouldlikeanddislike，buthecouldnotrespect。
Apparently，however，Dryfoosdauntedhimsomehow；andbesidesthehomagewhichthosewhohavenotpaytothosewhohave，FulkersonrenderedDryfoosthetributeofafeelingwhichMarchcouldonlydefineasasortofbewilderment。AswellasMarchcouldmakeout，thisfeelingwasevokedbythespectacleofDryfoos'sunfailingluck，whichFulkersonwasfondofdazzlinghimselfwith。Itperfectlyconsistedwithakeensenseofwhateverwassordidandselfishinamanonwhomhiscareermusthavehaditsinevitableeffect。HelikedtophilosophizethecasewithMarch，torecallDryfoosashewaswhenhefirstmethimstillsomewhatinthesap，atMoffitt，andtostudytheprocessesbywhichheimaginedhimtohavedriedintothehardenedspeculator，withouteventhepretencetoanyadvantagebuthisowninhisventures。Hewasawareofpaintingthecharactertoovividly，andhewarnedMarchnottoacceptitexactlyinthosetints，buttosubduethemandshadeitforhimself。Hesaidthatwherehisadvantagewasnotconcerned，therewaseversomuchgoodinDryfoos，andthatifinsomethingsbehadgrowninflexible，hehadexpandedinotherstothefullmeasureofthevastscaleonwhichhedidbusiness。IthadseemedalittleoddtoMarchthatamanshouldputmoneyintosuchanenterpriseas'EveryOtherWeek'andgooffaboutotheraffairs，notonlywithoutanysignofanxiety，butwithoutanysortofinterest。ButFulkersonsaidthatwasthesplendidsideofDryfoos。
Hehadacourage，amagnanimity，thatwasequaltothestrainofanysuchuncertainty。Hehadfacedthemusiconceforall，whenheaskedFulkersonwhatthethingwouldcostinthedifferentdegreesofpotentialfailure；andthenhehadgoneoff，leavingeverythingtoFulkersonandtheyoungerDryfoos，withtheinstructionsimplytogoaheadandnotbotherhimaboutit。Fulkersoncalledthatprettytallforanoldfellowwhousedtobewailthewantofpigsandchickenstooccupyhismind。
HeallegeditasanotherproofoftheversatilityoftheAmericanmind，andofthegrandeurofinstitutionsandopportunitiesthatleteverymangrowtohisfullsize，sothatanymaninAmericacouldruntheconcernifnecessary。HebelievedthatoldDryfooscouldstepintoBismarck'sshoesandruntheGermanEmpireattendays'notice，oraboutaslongasitwouldtakehimtogofromNewYorktoBerlin。ButBismarckwouldnotknowanythingaboutDryfoos'splanstillDryfoosgotreadytoshowhishand。FulkersonhimselfdidnotpretendtosaywhattheoldmanhadbeenuptosincehewentWest。HewasatMoffittfirst，andthenhewasatChicago，andthenhehadgoneouttoDenvertolookaftersomemineshehadoutthere，andarailroadortwo；andnowhewasatMoffittagain。
Hewassupposedtobeclosinguphisaffairsthere，butnobodycouldsay。
FulkersontoldMarchthemorningafterDryfoosreturnedthathehadnotonlynotpulledoutatMoffitt，buthadgoneindeeper，tentimesdeeperthanever。Hewasinaroyalgood-humor，Fulkersonreported，andwasgoingtodropintotheofficeonhiswayupfromtheStreetMarchunderstoodWallStreetthatafternoon。Hewastickledtodeathwith'EveryOtherWeek'sofarasithadgone，andwasanxioustopayhisrespectstotheeditor。
Marchaccountedforsomerhetoricinthis，butletitflatterhim，andpreparedhimselfforameetingaboutwhichhecouldseethatFulkersonwasonlylessnervousthanhehadshownhimselfaboutthepublicreceptionofthefirstnumber。ItgaveMarchadisagreeablefeelingofbeingownedandofbeingabouttobeinspectedbyhisproprietor；buthefellbackuponsuchindependenceashecouldfindinthethoughtofthosetwothousanddollarsofincomebeyondthecapriceofhisowner，andmaintainedanoutwardserenity。
Hewasalittleashamedafterwardoftheresolutionithadcosthimtodoso。ItwasnotaquestionofDryfoos'sphysicalpresence:thatwasrathereffectivethanotherwise，andcarriedasuggestionofmoneyedindifferencetoconventioninthegraybusinesssuitofprovincialcut，andthelow，wide-brimmedhatofflexibleblackfelt。Hehadastickwithanold-fashionedtopofbuckhornwornsmoothandbrightbythepalmofhishand，whichhadnotlostitscharacterinfat，andwhichhadahistoryofformerworkinitsenlargedknuckles，thoughitwasnowassoftasMarch's，andmustoncehavebeensmallevenforamanofMr。
Dryfoos'sstature；hewasbelowtheaveragesize。ButwhatstruckMarchwasthefactthatDryfoosseemedfurtivelyconsciousofbeingacountryperson，andofbeingawarethatintheirmeetinghewastobetriedbyotherteststhanthosewhichwouldhaveavailedhimasashrewdspeculator。HeevidentlyhadsomecuriosityaboutMarch，asthefirstofhiskindwhomhebadencountered；somesuchcuriosityasthecountryschooltrusteefeelsandtriestohideinthepresenceofthenewschoolmaster。Butthewholeaffairwas，ofcourse，onahigherplane；ononesideDryfooswasmuchmoreamanoftheworldthanMarchwas，andheprobablydivinedthisatonce，andrestedhimselfuponthefactinameasure。Itseemedtobehispreferencethathissonshouldintroducethem，forhecameupstairswithConrad，andtheyhadfairlymadeacquaintancebeforeFulkersonjoinedthem。
Conradofferedtoleavethematonce，buthisfathermadehimstay。
"IreckonMr。MarchandIhaven'tgotanythingsoprivatetotalkaboutthatwewanttokeepitfromtheotherpartners。Well，Mr。March，areyougettingusedtoNewYorkyet?Ittakesalittletime。"
"Ohyes。Butnotsomuchtimeasmostplaces。EverybodybelongsmoreorlessinNewYork；nobodyhastobelongherealtogether。"
"Yes，thatisso。Youcantryit，andgoawayifyoudon'tlikeitagooddealeasierthanyoucouldfromasmallerplace。Wouldn'tmakesomuchtalk，wouldit?"HeglancedatMarchwithajocoselightinhisshrewdeyes。"ThatisthewayIfeelaboutitallthetime:justvisiting。Now，itwouldn'tbethatwayinBoston，Ireckon?"
"Youcouldn'tkeeponvisitingthereyourwholelife，"saidMarch。
Dryfooslaughed，showinghislowerteethinawaythatwasatoncesimpleandfierce。"Mr。Fulkersondidn'thardlyknowashecouldgetyoutoleave。Isupposeyougotusedtoitthere。Ineverbeeninyourcity。"
"Ihadgotusedtoit；butitwashardlymycity，exceptbymarriage。Mywife'saBostonian。"
"She'sbeenalittlehomesickhere，then，"saidDryfoos，withasmileofthesamequalityashislaugh。
"LessthanIexpected，"saidMarch。"Ofcourse，shewasverymuchattachedtoouroldhome。"
"Iguessmywifewon'tevergetusedtoNewYork，"saidDryfoos，andhedrewinhislowerlipwithasharpsigh。"Butmygirlslikeit；they'reyoung。Youneverbeenoutourwayyet，Mr。March?OutWest?"
"Well，onlyforthepurposeofbeingborn，andbroughtup。IusedtoliveinCrawfordsville，andthenIndianapolis。"
"Indianapolisisboundtobeagreatplace，"saidDryfoos。"Iremembernow，Mr。FulkersontoldmeyouwasfromourState。"HewentontobragoftheWest，asifMarchwereanEasternerandhadtobeconvinced。
"Yououghttoseeallthatcountry。It'sagreatcountry。"
"Ohyes，"saidMarch，"Iunderstandthat。"HeexpectedthepraiseofthegreatWesttoleaduptosomecommenton'EveryOtherWeek'；andtherewasabundantsuggestionofthattopicinthemanuscripts，proofsofletter-pressandillustrations，withadvancecopiesofthelatestnumberstrewnoverhistable。
ButDryfoosapparentlykepthimselffromlookingatthesethings。
Herolledhisheadaboutonhisshoulderstotakeinthecharacteroftheroom，andsaidtohisson，"Youdidn'tchangethewoodwork，afterall。"
"No；thearchitectthoughtwehadbetterletitbe，unlesswemeanttochangethewholeplace。Helikeditsbeingold-fashioned。"
"Ihopeyoufeelcomfortablehere，Mr。March，"theoldmansaid，bringinghiseyestobearuponhimagainaftertheirtourofinspection。
"Toocomfortableforaworking-man，"saidMarch，andhethoughtthatthisremarkmustbringthemtosometalkabouthiswork，buttheproprietoronlysmiledagain。
"IguessIsha'n'tlosemuchonthishouse，"hereturned，asifmusingaloud。"Thisdown-townpropertyiscomingup。Businessisgettinginonallthesesidestreets。IthoughtIpaidaprettygoodpriceforit，too。"Hewentontotalkofrealestate，andMarchbegantofeelacertainresentmentathiscontinuedavoidanceoftheonlytopicinwhichtheycouldreallyhaveacommoninterest。"Youlivedownthiswaysomewhere，don'tyou?"theoldmanconcluded。
"Yes。Iwishedtobenearmywork。"Marchwasvexedwithhimselfforhavingrecurredtoit；butafterwardhewasnotsurebutDryfoossharedhisowndiffidenceinthematter，andwaswaitingforhimtobringitopenlyintothetalk。Attimesheseemedwaryandmasterful，andthenMarchfeltthathewasbeingexaminedandtested；atotherssosimplethatMarchmightwellhavefanciedthatheneededencouragement，anddesiredit。HetalkedofhiswifeanddaughtersinawaythatinvitedMarchtosayfriendlythingsofhisfamily，whichappearedtogivetheoldmanfirstanunduepleasureandthenafinaldistrust。Atmomentsheturned，withaneffectoffindingreliefinit，tohissonandspoketohimacrossMarchofmatterswhichhewasunacquaintedwith；hedidnotseemawarethatthiswasrude，buttheyoungmanmusthavefeltitso；healwaysbroughttheconversationback，andonceatsomecosttohimselfwhenhisfathermadeitpersonal。
"IwanttomakearegularNewYorkbusinessmanoutofthatfellow，"hesaidtoMarch，pointingatConradwithhisstick。"Yous'poseI'mevergoingtodoit?"
"Well，Idon'tknow，"saidMarch，tryingtofallinwiththejoke。
"Doyoumeannothingbutabusinessman?"
Theoldmanlaughedatwhateverlatentmeaninghefanciedinthis，andsaid:"Youthinkhewouldbealittletoomuchformethere?Well，I'veseenenoughof'emtoknowitdon'talwaystakealargepatternofamantodoalargebusiness。ButIwanthimtogetthebusinesstraining，andthenifhewantstogointosomethingelseheknowswhattheworldis，anyway。Heigh?"
"Ohyes!"Marchassented，withsomecompassionfortheyoungmanreddeningpatientlyunderhisfather'scomment。
Dryfooswentonasifhissonwerenotinhearing。"Nowthatboywantedtobeapreacher。Whatdoesapreacherknowabouttheworldhepreachesagainstwhenhe'sbeenbroughtupapreacher?Hedon'tknowsomuchasabadlittleboyinhisSunday-school；heknowsaboutasmuchasagirl。
Ialwaystoldhim，Youbeamanfirst，andthenyoubeapreacher，ifyouwantto。Heigh?"
"Precisely。"Marchbegantofeelsomecompassionforhimselfinbeingwitnessoftheyoungfellow'sdiscomfortunderhisfather'shomily。
"WhenwefirstcometoNewYork，Itoldhim，Nowhere'syourchancetoseetheworldonabigscale。Youknowalreadywhatworkandsavingandsteadyhabitsandsensewillbringaman，to；youdon'twanttogoroundamongtherich；youwanttogoamongthepoor，andseewhatlazinessanddrinkanddishonestyandfoolishnesswillbringmento。AndIguessheknows，aboutaswellasanybody；andifheevergoestopreachinghe'llknowwhathe'spreachingabout。"Theoldmansmiledhisfierce，simplesmile，andinhissharpeyesMarchfanciedcontemptoftheambitionhehadbalkedinhisson。Thepresentscenemusthavebeenoneofmanybetweenthem，endinginmeeksubmissiononthepartoftheyoungman，whomhisfather，perhapswithoutrealizinghiscruelty，treatedasachild。Marchtookithardthatheshouldbemadetosufferinthepresenceofaco-ordinatepowerlikehimself，andbegantodisliketheoldmanoutofproportiontohisoffence，whichmighthavebeenmerewantoftaste，oraneffectofmereembarrassmentbeforehim。Butevidently，whateverrebellionhisdaughtershadcarriedthroughagainsthim，hehadkepthisdominionoverthisgentlespiritunbroken。Marchdidnotchoosetomakeanyresponse，buttolethimcontinue，ifhewould，entirelyuponhisownimpulse。
II。
Asilencefollowed，ofratherpainfullength。ItwasbrokenbythecheeryvoiceofFulkerson，sentbeforehimtoheraldFulkerson'scheeryperson。"Well，Isupposeyou'vegottheglorioussuccessof'EveryOtherWeek'downprettycoldinyourtalkbythistime。Ishouldhavebeenupsoonertojoinyou，butIwasnippingamanforthelastpageofthecover。Iguesswe'llhavetolettheMusehavethatforanadvertisementinsteadofapoemthenexttime，March。Well，theoldgentlemangivenyouboysyourscolding?"ThepersonofFulkersonhadgotintotheroomlongbeforehereachedthisquestion，andhadplanteditselfastrideachair。Fulkersonlookedoverthechairback，nowatMarch，andnowattheelderDryfoosashespoke。
Marchansweredhim。"Iguesswemusthavebeenwaitingforyou，Fulkerson。Atanyrate，wehadn'tgottothescoldingyet。"
"Why，Ididn'tsupposeMr。Dryfooscould'a'heldinsolong。I
understoodhewasawfulmadatthewaythethingstartedoff，andwantedtogiveyouapieceofhismind，whenhegotatyou。Iinferredasmuchfromaremarkthathemade。"MarchandDryfooslookedfoolish，asmendowhenmadethesubjectofthissortofmerrymisrepresentation。
"Ireckonmyscoldingwillkeepawhileyet，"saidtheoldman，dryly。
"Well，then，Iguessit'sagoodchancetogiveMr。Dryfoosanideaofwhatwe'vereallydone——justwhilewe'reresting，asArtemusWardsays。
Heigh，March?"
"Iwillletyoublowthetrumpet，Fulkerson。Ithinkitbelongsstrictlytotheadvertisingdepartment，"saidMarch。Henowdistinctlyresentedtheoldman'sfailuretosayanythingtohimofthemagazine；hemadehisinferencethatitwasfromasuspicionofhisreadinesstopresumeuponarecognitionofhisshareinthesuccess，andhewasdeterminedtosecondnosortofappealforit。
"Theadvertisingdepartmentistheheartandsoulofeverybusiness，"
saidFulkerson，hardily，"andIliketokeepmyhandinwithalittlepractiseonthetrumpetinprivate。Idon'tbelieveMr。Dryfooshasgotanyideaoftheextentofthisthing。He'sbeenoutamongthoseRackensackens，wherewewereallborn，andhe'sreadthenoticesintheirsevenbyninedailies，andhe'sseenthethingsellingonthecars，andhethinksheappreciateswhat'sbeendone。ButIshouldjustliketotakehimroundinthislittleoldmetropolisawhile，andshowhim'EveryOtherWeek'onthecentretablesofthemillionaires——theVanderbiltsandtheAstors——andinthehomesofcultureandrefinementeverywhere，andlethimjudgeforhimself。It'sthetalkoftheclubsandthedinner-
tables；childrencryforit；it'stheCastoriaofliteratureandthePearlineofart，the'Won't-be-happy-till-he-gets-itofeveryenlightenedman，woman，andchildinthisvastcity。Iknewwecouldcapturethecountry；but，mygoodness!Ididn'texpecttohaveNewYorkfallintoourhandsatablow。Butthat'sjustexactlywhatNewYorkhasdone。EveryOtherWeeksuppliesthelong-feltwantthat'sbeengrindingroundinNewYorkandkeepingitawakenightseversincethewar。It'stheculminationofallthehighandennoblingidealsofthepast。"
"Howmuch，"askedDryfoos，"doyouexpecttogetoutofitthefirstyear，ifitkeepsthestartit'sgot?"
"Comesrightdowntobusiness，everytime!"saidFulkerson，referringthecharacteristictoMarchwithadelightedglance。"Well，sir，ifeverythingworksright，andwegetrainenoughtofillupthesprings，anditisn'tagrasshopperyear，Iexpecttoclearaboveallexpensessomethingintheneighborhoodoftwenty-fivethousanddollars。"
"Humph!Andyouareallgoingtoworkayear——editor，manager，publisher，artists，writers，printers，andtherestof'em——tocleartwenty-fivethousanddollars?——ImadethatmuchinhalfadayinMoffittonce。IseeitmadeinhalfaminuteinWallStreet，sometimes。"Theoldmanpresentedthisaspectofthecasewithagood-naturedcontempt，whichincludedFulkersonandhisenthusiasminanobviousliking。
Hissonsuggested，"Butwhenwemakethatmoneyhere，noonelosesit。"
"Canyouprovethat?"Hisfatherturnedsharplyuponhim。"Whateveriswonislost。It'sallagame；itdon'tmakeanydifferencewhatyoubeton。Businessisbusiness，andabusinessmantakeshisriskswithhiseyesopen。"
"Ah，buttheglory!"Fulkersoninsinuatedwithimpudentpersiflage。
"Ihadn'tgottothegloryyet，becauseit'shardtoestimateit；butputthegloryatthelowestfigure，Mr。Dryfoos，andaddittothetwenty-
fivethousand，andyou'vegotanannualincomefrom'EveryOtherWeek'ofdollarsenoughtoconstructasilverrailroad，double-track，fromthisofficetothemoon。Idon'tmentionanyofthesisterplanetsbecauseI
liketokeepwithinbounds。"
DryfoosshowedhislowerteethforpleasureinFulkerson'sfooling，andsaid，"That'swhatIlikeaboutyou，Mr。Fulkerson——youalwayskeepwithinbounds。"
"Well，Iain'tashrinkingBostonviolet，likeMarch，here。Moresunflowerinmystyleofdiffidence；butIammodest，Idon'tdenyit，"
saidFulkerson。"AndIdohatetohaveathingoverstated。"
"Andtheglory——youdoreallythinkthere'ssomethingintheglorythatpays?"
"Notadoubtofit!Ishouldn'tcareforthepaltryreturninmoney，"
saidFulkerson，withaburlesqueofgenerousdisdain，"ifitwasn'tforthegloryalongwithit。"
"Andhowshouldyoufeelabouttheglory，iftherewasnomoneyalongwithit?"
"Well，sir，I'mhappytosaywehaven'tcometothatyet。"