Fulkersonappearednottobeverystrenuousabouttheattackonthenovelist。\"Say!\"hecalledout，gayly，\"whatshouldyouthinkofapaperdefendingthelatelamentedsystemofslavery\'?\"
\"Whatdoyoumean，Fulkerson?\"askedMarch，withapuzzledsmile。
Fulkersonbracedhiskneesagainsthisdesk，andpushedhimselfback，butkepthisbalancetotheeyebycantinghishatsharplyforward。\"There\'sanoldcockoverthereatthewidow\'sthat\'swrittenabooktoprovethatslaverywasandistheonlysolutionofthelaborproblem。He\'saSoutherner。\"
\"Ishouldimagine，\"Marchassented。
\"He\'sgotitonthebrainthatiftheSouthcouldhavebeenletalonebythecommercialspiritandthepseudophilanthropyoftheNorth，itwouldhaveworkedoutslaveryintoaperfectlyidealconditionforthelaborer，inwhichhewouldhavebeeninsuredagainstwant，andprotectedinallhispersonalrightsbythestate。Hereadtheintroductiontomelastnight。Ididn\'tcatchontoallthepoints——hisdaughter\'sanawfullyprettygirl，andIwascarryingthatfactinmymindallthetime，too，youknow——butthat\'saboutthegistofit。\"
\"Seemstoregarditasalostopportunity?\"saidMarch。
\"Exactly!Whatamightycatchytitle，Neigh?Lookwellonthetitle-
page。\"
\"Wellwritten?\"
\"Ireckonso；Idon\'tknow。TheColonelreaditmightyeloquently。\"
\"Itmightn\'tbesuchbadbusiness，\"saidMarch，inamuse。\"Couldyougetmeasightofitwithoutcommittingyourself?\"
\"IftheColonelhasn\'tsentitofftoanotherpublisherthismorning。Hejustgotitbackwiththanksyesterday。Helikestokeepittravelling。\"
\"Well，tryit。I\'veanotionitmightbeacuriousthing。\"
\"Lookhere，March，\"saidFulkerson，withtheeffectoftakingafreshhold；\"IwishyoucouldletmehaveoneofthoseNewYorkthingsofyoursforthefirstnumber。Afterall，that\'sgoingtobethegreatcard。\"
\"Icouldn\'t，Fulkerson；Icouldn\'t，really。Iwanttophilosophizethematerial，andI\'mtoonewtoitallyet。Idon\'twanttodomerelysuperficialsketches。\"
\"Ofcourse!Ofcourse!Iunderstandthat。Well，Idon\'twanttohurryyou。Seenthatoldfellowofyoursyet?Ithinkweoughttohavethattranslationinthefirstnumber；don\'tyou?Wewanttogive\'emanotionofwhatwe\'regoingtodointhatline。\"
\"Yes，\"saidMarch；\"andIwasgoingouttolookupLindauthismorning。
I\'veinquiredatMaroni\'s，andhehasn\'tbeenthereforseveraldays。
I\'vesomeideaperhapshe\'ssick。Buttheygavemehisaddress，andI\'mgoingtosee。\"
\"Well，that\'sright。Wewantthefirstnumbertobethekeynoteineveryway。\"
Marchshookhishead。\"Youcan\'tmakeitso。Thefirstnumberisboundtobeafailurealways，asfarastherepresentativecharactergoes。
It\'sinvariablythecase。Lookatthefirstnumbersofallthethingsyou\'veseenstarted。They\'reexperimental，almostamateurish，andnecessarilyso，notonlybecausethementhataremakingthemuparecomparativelyinexperiencedlikeourselves，butbecausethematerialsentthemtodealwithismoreorlessconsciouslytentative。Peoplesendtheiradventurousthingstoanewperiodicalbecausethewholethingisanadventure。I\'venoticedthatqualityinallthevolunteercontributions；it\'sinthearticlesthathavebeendonetoordereven。
No；I\'veaboutmadeupmymindthatifwecangetonegoodstrikingpaperintothefirstnumberthatwilltakepeople\'smindsofftheothers，weshallbedoingallwecanpossiblehopefor。Ishouldlike，\"Marchadded，lessseriously，\"tomakeupthreenumbersahead，andpublishthethirdonefirst。\"
Fulkersondroppedforwardandstruckhisfistonthedesk。\"It\'safirst-rateidea。Whynotdoit?\"
Marchlaughed。\"Fulkerson，Idon\'tbelievethere\'sanyquackishthingyouwouldn\'tdointhiscause。FromtimetotimeI\'mthoroughlyashamedofbeingconnectedwithsuchacharlatan。\"
Fulkersonstruckhishatsharplybackward。\"Ah，dadburnit!TogivethatthingtherightkindofstartI\'dwalkupanddownBroadwaybetweentwoboards，withthetitle-pageofEveryOtherWeekfacsimiledononeandmynameandaddressonthe——\"
Hejumpedtohisfeetandshouted，\"March，I\'lldoit!\"
\"What?\"
\"I\'llhirealotoffellowstomakemud-turtlesofthemselves，andI\'llhavealotofbigfacsimilesofthetitle-page，andI\'llpaintthetownred!\"
Marchlookedaghastathim。\"Oh，come，now，Fulkerson!\"
\"Imeanit。IwasinLondonwhenanewmanhadtakenholdoftheoldCornhill，andtheyweretryingtoboomit，andtheyhadaprocessionofthesemudturtlesthatreachedfromCharingCrosstoTempleBar。CornhillMagazine。Sixpence。Notadullpageinit。\'IsaidtomyselfthenthatitwasthelivestthingIeversaw。Irespectedthemanthatdidthatthingfromthebottomofmyheart。IwonderIeverforgotit。Butitshowswhatashakythingthehumanmindisatitsbest。\"
\"Youinfamousmountebank!\"，saidMarch，withgreatamusementatFulkerson\'saccess；\"youcallthatcongeriesofadvertisinginstinctofyoursthehumanmindatitsbest?Come，don\'tbesodiffident，Fulkerson。Well，I\'mofftofindLindau，andwhenIcomebackIhopeMr。
Dryfooswillhaveyouundercontrol。Idon\'tsupposeyou\'llbequitesaneagaintillafterthefirstnumberisout。Perhapspublicopinionwillsoberyouthen。\"
\"Confoundit，March!Howdoyouthinktheywilltakeit?IswearI\'mgettingsonervousIdon\'tknowhalfthetimewhichendofmeisup。
Ibelieveifwedon\'tgetthatthingoutbythefirstofFebruaryit\'llbethedeathofme。\"
\"Couldn\'twaittillWashington\'sBirthday?Iwasthinkingitwouldgivethedayakindofdistinction，andstrikethepublicimagination，if——\"
\"No，I\'llbedoggedifIcould!\"Fulkersonlapsedmoreandmoreintotheparlanceofhisearlylifeinthisseasonofstrongexcitement。
\"IbelieveifBeatonlagsanyontheartlegI\'llkillhim。\"
\"Well，Ishouldn\'tmindyourkillingBeaton，\"saidMarch，tranquilly，ashewentout。
HewentovertoThirdAvenueandtooktheElevateddowntoChathamSquare。Hefoundthevarietyofpeopleinthecarasunfailinglyentertainingasever。HeratherpreferredtheEastSidetotheWestSidelines，becausetheyofferedmorenationalities，conditions，andcharacterstohisinspection。Theydrawnotonlyfromtheup-townAmericanregion，butfromallthevasthiveofpopulationsswarmingbetweenthemandtheEastRiver。Hehadfoundthat，accordingtothehour，Americanhusbandsgoingtoandfrombusiness，andAmericanwivesgoingtoandfromshopping，prevailedontheSixthAvenueroad，andthatthemostpicturesqueadmixturetothesefamiliaraspectsofhumannaturewerethebrillianteyesandcomplexionsoftheAmericanHebrews，whootherwisecontributedtotheeffectofwell-cladcomfortandcitizen-
self-satisfactionofthecrowd。NowandthenhehadfoundhimselfinacarmostlyfilledwithNeapolitansfromtheconstructionsfaruptheline，wherehehadreadhowtheyareworkedandfedandhousedlikebeasts；andlisteningtothejargonoftheirunintelligibledialect，hehadoccasionforpensivequestionwithinhimselfastowhatnotionthesepooranimalsformedofafreerepublicfromtheirexperienceoflifeunderitsconditions；andwhethertheyfoundthempracticallyverydifferentfromthoseoftheimmemorialbrigandageandenforcedcomplicitywithrapineunderwhichtheyhadbeenborn。But，afterall，thiswasaninfrequenteffect，howevermassive，oftravelontheWestSide，whereastheEastofferedhimcontinualentertainmentinlikesort。Thesortwasneverquitesosqualid。Forshortdistancesthelowestpoverty，thehardestpressedlabor，mustwalk；butMarchneverenteredacarwithoutencounteringsomeinterestingshapeofshabbyadversity，whichwasalmostalwaysadversityofforeignbirth。NewYorkisstillpopularlysupposedtobeinthecontroloftheIrish，butMarchnoticedintheseEastSidetravelsofhiswhatmuststrikeeveryobserverreturningtothecityafteraprolongedabsence:thenumericalsubordinationofthedominantrace。Iftheydonotoutvotethem，thepeopleofGermanic，ofSlavonic，ofPelasgic，ofMongolianstockoutnumbertheprepotentCelts；andMarchseldomfoundhisspeculationcentredupononeofthese。Thesmalleyes，thehighcheeks，thebroadnoses，thepufflips，thebare，cue-filletedskulls，ofRussians，Poles，Czechs，Chinese；thefurtiveglitterofItalians；theblondedulnessofGermans；thecoldquietofScandinavians——fireunderice——wereaspectsthatheidentified，andthatgavehimabundantsuggestionforthepersonalhistoriesheconstructed，andforthemorepublic-spiritedreveriesinwhichhedealtwiththefutureeconomyofourheterogeneouscommonwealth。Itmustbeownedthathedidnottakemuchtroubleaboutthis；whatthesepoorpeoplewerethinking，hoping，fearing，enjoying，suffering；justwhereandhowtheylived；whoandwhattheyindividuallywere——thesewerethemattersofhiswakingdreamsashestaredhardatthem，whilethetrainracedfartherintothegayugliness——theshapeless，graceful，recklesspicturesquenessoftheBowery。
Therewerecertainsigns，certainfacades，certainaudacitiesoftheprevailinghideousnessthatalwaysamusedhiminthatuproartotheeyewhichthestridentformsandcolorsmade。HewasinterestedintheinsolencewithwhichtherailwayhaddrawnitserasinglineacrosstheCorinthianfrontofanoldtheatre，almostgrazingitsflutedpillars，andfloutingitsdishonoredpediment。Thecolossaleffigiesofthefatwomenandthetuft-headedCircassiangirlsofcheapmuseums；thevistasofshabbycrossstreets；thesurvivalofanoldhip-roofedhousehereandthereattheirangles；theSwisschalet，histrionicdecorativenessofthestationsinprospectorretrospect；thevagariesofthelinesthatnarrowedtogetherorstretchedapartaccordingtothewidthoftheavenue，butalwaysinwantondisregardofthelifethatdwelt，andboughtandsold，andrejoicedorsorrowed，andclatteredorcrawled，around，below，above——werefeaturesofthefranticpanoramathatperpetuallytouchedhissenseofhumorandmovedhissympathy。Accidentandthenexigencyseemedtheforcesatworktothisextraordinaryeffect；theplayofenergiesasfreeandplanlessasthosethatforcetheforestfromthesoiltothesky；andthenthefiercestruggleforsurvival，withthestrongerlifepersistingoverthedeformity，themutilation，thedestruction，thedecayoftheweaker。Thewholeatmomentsseemedtohimlawless，godless；theabsenceofintelligent，comprehensivepurposeinthehugedisorder，andtheviolentstruggletosubordinatetheresulttothegreatergood，penetratedwithitsdumbappealtheconsciousnessofamanwhohadalwaysbeentooself-enwrappedtoperceivethechaostowhichtheindividualselfishnessmustalwayslead。
Buttherewasstillnothingdefinite，nothingbetterthanavaguediscomfort，howeverpoignant，inhishalfrecognitionofsuchfacts；andhedescendedthestationstairsatChathamSquarewithasenseoftheneglectedopportunitiesofpaintersinthatlocality。HesaidtohimselfthatifoneofthosefellowsweretoseeinNaplesthatturmoilofcars，trucks，andteamsofeverysort，intershotwithfoot-passengersgoingandcomingtoandfromthecrowdedpavements，undertheweboftherailroadtracksoverhead，andamidthespectacularapproachofthestreetsthatopenintothesquare，hewouldhaveitdowninhissketch-bookatonce。
Hedecidedsimultaneouslythathisownlocalstudiesmustbeillustrated，andthatbemustcomewiththeartistandshowhimjustwhichbitstodo，notknowingthatthetwoartscanneverapproachthesamematerialfromthesamepoint。HethoughthewouldparticularlylikehisillustratortorendertheDickensy，cockneyishqualityofthe，shabby-genteelballad-
sellerofwhomhestoppedtoaskhiswaytothestreetwhereLindaulived，andwhomheinstantlyperceivedtobe，withhisstockintrade，thesufficientobjectofanentirestudybyhimself。Hehadhisballadsstrungsinglyuponacordagainstthehousewall，andhelddowninpilesonthepavementwithstonesandblocksofwood。Theircontrolinthiswayintimatedavolatilitywhichwasnotperceptibleintheirsentiment。
Theyweremostlytragicalordoleful:someofthemdealtwiththewrongsoftheworking-man；othersappealedtoagayexperienceofthehighseas；
butvastlythegreaterparttomemoriesandassociationsofanIrishorigin；somestillutteredthepoetryofplantationlifeintheartlessaccentsoftheend——man。Wheretheytrustedthemselves，withsyntaxthatyieldedpromptlytoanyexigencyofrhythmicart，totheordinaryAmericanspeech，itwastostrikedirectlyfortheaffections，tocelebratethedomesticties，and，aboveall，toembalmthememoriesofangelandmartyrmotherswhosedissipatedsonsdeploredtheirsufferingstoolate。Marchthoughtthisnotatallabadthinginthem；hesmiledinpatronageoftheirsimplepathos；hepaidthetributeofalaughwhenthepoetturned，ashesometimesdid，fromhisconceptionofangelandmartyrmotherhood，andportrayedthemotherinhermorefamiliarphasesofvirtueandduty，withtheretributiveshingleorslipperinherhand。
Heboughtapocketfulofthisliterature，popularinasensewhichthemostsuccessfulbookcanneverbe，andenlistedtheballadvendorsodeeplyintheefforttodirecthimtoLindau\'sdwellingbythebestwaythatheneglectedanothercustomer，tillasarcasmonhisabsent-
mindednessstunghinttoretort，\"I\'ma-tryingtoansweragentlemanacivilquestion；that\'swheretheabsent-mindedcomesin。\"
ItseemedforsomereasontobeadayofleisurewiththeChinesedwellersinMottStreet，whichMarchhadbeenadvisedtotakefirst。
Theystoodaboutthetopsofbasementstairs，andwalkedtwoandtwoalongthedirtypavement，withtheirlittlehandstuckedintotheirsleevesacrosstheirbreasts，aloofinimmaculatecleanlinessfromthefiltharoundthem，andscrutinizingthescenewiththatcynicalsneeroffaintsurprisetowhichallaspectsofourcivilizationseemtomovetheirsuperiority。Theirnumbersgavecharactertothestreet，andrenderednotthem，butwhatwasforeigntothem，strangethere；sothatMarchhadasenseofmissionaryqualityintheoldCatholicchurch，builtlongbeforetheirincursionwasdreamedof。Itseemedtohavecometothemthere，andhefanciedinthestatuedsaintthatlookeddownfromitsfacadesomethingnotsomuchtolerantastolerated，somethingpropitiatory，almostdeprecatory。Itwasafancy，ofcourse；thestreetwassufficientlypeopledwithChristianchildren，atanyrate，swarmingandshriekingattheirgames；andpresentlyaChristianmotherappeared，pushedalongbytwopolicemenonahandcart，withagelatinoustremoroverthepavingandagelatinousjouncingatthecurbstones。Shelaywithherfacetothesky，sendingupaninarticulatelamentation；buttheindifferenceoftheofficersforbadethenotionoftragedyinhercase。
Shewasperhapsalocalcelebrity；thechildrenleftofftheirgames，andrangaylytroopingafterher；eventheyoungfellowandyounggirlexchangingplayfulblowsinarobustflirtationatthecornerofaliquorstoresuspendedtheirscufflewithapleasedinterestasshepassed。
Marchunderstoodtheunwillingnessofthepoortoleavetheworstconditionsinthecityforcomfortandplentyinthecountrywhenhereflecteduponthisdramaticincident，oneofmanynodoubtwhichdailyoccurtoentertaintheminsuchstreets。Asmalltowncouldrarelyofferanythingcomparabletoit，andthecountrynever。Hesaidthatiflifeappearedsohopelesstohimasitmusttothedwellersinthatneighborhoodheshouldnothimselfbewillingtoquititsdistractions，itsalleviations，forthevaguepromiseofunknowngoodinthedistancesomewhere。
ButwhatcharmcouldsuchamanasLindaufindinsuchaplace?Itcouldnotbethathelivedtherebecausehewastoopoortoliveelsewhere:
withashuttingoftheheart，Marchrefusedtobelievethisashelookedroundontheaboundingevidencesofmisery，andguiltilyrememberedhisneglectofhisoldfriend。Lindaucouldprobablyfindascheapalodginginsomedecenterpartofthetown；and，infact，therewassomeameliorationoftheprevailingsqualorinthequieterstreetwhichheturnedintofromMott。
Awomanwithatied-upfaceoftoothacheopenedthedoorforhimwhenhepulled，withashiverofforeboding，thebell-knob，fromwhichayardofrustycrapedangled。ButitwasnotLindauwhowasdead，forthewomansaidhewasathome，andsentMarchstumblingupthefourorfivedarkflightsofstairsthatledtohistenement。Itwasquiteatthetopofthehouse，andwhenMarchobeyedtheGerman-English\"Komm!\"thatfollowedhisknock，hefoundhimselfinakitchenwhereameagrebreakfastwasscatteredinstalefragmentsonthetablebeforethestove。Theplacewasbareandcold；ahalf-emptybeerbottlescarcelygaveitaconvivialair。Ontheleftfromthiskitchenwasaroomwithabedinit，whichseemedalsotobeacobbler\'sshop:ontheright，throughadoorthatstoodajar，cametheGerman-Englishvoiceagain，sayingthistime，\"Hier!\"
XII。
Marchpushedthedooropenintoaroomlikethatontheleft，butwithawriting-deskinsteadofacobbler\'sbench，andabed，whereLindausatproppedup；withacoatoverhisshouldersandaskull-caponhishead，readingabook，fromwhichheliftedhiseyestostareblanklyoverhisspectaclesatMarch。Hishairyoldbreastshowedthroughthenight-
shirt，whichgapedapart；thestumpofhisleftarmlayuponthebooktokeepitopen。
\"Ah，mytearyo\'ngfriendt!Passil!Marge!Issityou?\"hecalledout，joyously，thenextmoment。
\"Why，areyousick，Lindau?\"Marchanxiouslyscannedhisfaceintakinghishand。
Lindaulaughed。\"No；I\'mallrighdt。Onlyalidtlelazy，andalidtleeggonomigal。Idt\'sjeapertostayinpedtsometimesastogeepafirea-
goin\'allthetime。Don\'twandttogometoohardtonthe\'braferMann\'，youknow:
\"BraverMann，erschafftmirzuessen。\"
Youremember?Heine?YoureadtHeinestill?Whoisyourfavoriteboetnow，Passil?Youwritesomeboetryyourselfyet?No?Well，Iamgladttozeeyou。Brushthosebaperssoffofthatjair。Well，idtisgoodtforzoreeyess。HowdidtyoufindtwhereIlif?
\"TheytoldmeatMaroni\'s，\"saidMarch。HetriedtokeephiseyesonLindau\'sface，andnotseethediscomfortoftheroom，buthewasawareoftheshabbyandfrowsybedding，theodorofstalesmoke，andthepipesandtobaccoshredsmixedwiththebooksandmanuscriptsstrewnovertheleafofthewriting-desk。Helaiddownonthemassthepileofforeignmagazineshehadbroughtunderhisarm。\"Theygavemeanotheraddressfirst。\"
\"Yes。Ihavechustgomehere，\"saidLindau。\"Idtisnotverycoy，Neigh?\"
\"Itmightbegayer，\"Marchadmitted，withasmile。\"Still，\"headded，soberly，\"agoodmanypeopleseemtoliveinthispartofthetown。
Apparentlytheydiehere，too，Lindau。Thereiscrapeonyouroutsidedoor。Ididn\'tknowbutitwasforyou。\"
\"Nodtthistime，\"saidLindau，inthesamehumor。\"Berhapssomeothertime。Wegeeptheondertakersbrattypuzydownhere。\"
\"Well，\"saidMarch，\"undertakersmustlive，eveniftherestofushavetodietoletthem。\"Lindaulaughed，andMarchwenton:\"ButI\'mgladitisn\'tyourfuneral，Lindau。Andyousayyou\'renotsick，andsoIdon\'tseewhyweshouldn\'tcometobusiness。\"
\"Pusiness?\"Lindauliftedhiseyebrows。\"Yougomeonpusiness?\"
\"Andpleasurecombined，\"saidMarch，andhewentontoexplaintheservicehedesiredatLindau\'shands。
Theoldmanlistenedwithseriousattention，andwithassentingnodsthatculminatedinaspokenexpressionofhiswillingnesstoundertakethetranslations。Marchwaitedwithasortofmechanicalexpectationofhisgratitudefortheworkputinhisway，butnothingofthekindcamefromLindau，andMarchwaslefttosay，\"Well，everythingisunderstood，then；
andIdon\'tknowthatIneedaddthatifyoueverwantanylittleadvanceonthework——\"
\"Iwillaskyou，\"saidLindau，quietly，\"andIthankyouforthat。ButI
canwait；Iton\'tneedtanymoneyjustatbresent。\"Asifhesawsomeappealforgreaterfranknessin，March\'seye，hewenton:\"Itidn\'tgomeherebegauseIwastooboortolifanywhereelse，andIton\'tstayinpedtbegauseIcouldn\'thafafiretogeepwarmifIwantedit。I\'mnodtzopadtoffasMarmontelwhenhewenttoParis。I\'malidtleloaxurious，thatisall。IfIstayinpedtit\'szoIcanflingmoneyawayonsomethingselse。Heigh?\"
\"Butwhatareyoulivingherefor，Lindau?\"MarchsmiledattheironylurkinginLindau\'swords。
\"Well，youzee，IfoundtIwasbegomingalidtletoomochofanaristograt。IhadtaroomoapinCreenvidgeWillage，amongdosepigpugsoverontheWestSide，andIfoundt\"——Liudau\'svoicelostitsjestingquality，andhisfacedarkened——\"thatIwasbeginningtoforgettheboor!\"
\"Ishouldhavethought，\"saidMarch，withimpartialinterest，\"thatyoumighthaveseenpovertyenough，nowandthen，inGreenwichVillagetoremindyouofitsexistence。\"
\"Nodtlikehere，\"saidLindau。\"Andtyoumustzeeitallthedtime——zeeit，hearit，smellit，dtasteit——oryouforgetit。ThatiswhatIgomeherefor。Iwasbegomingaploatedaristograt。IthoughtIwasnodtlikethesebeopledownhere，whenIgomedownoncetolookaroundt；
IthoughtImustbesomethingselse，andzoIzaidIbettertakemyselfintime，andIgomehereamongmybrothers——thebecearsandthethiefs!\"
Anoisemadeitselfheardinthenextroom，asifthedoorwerefurtivelyopened，andafaintsoundoftiptoeingandofhandsclawingonatable。
\"Thiefs!\"Lindaurepeated，withashout。\"Lidtlethiefs，thatgabtureyourbreakfast。Ah!ha!ha!\"Awildscurryingoffeet，joyouscriesandtittering，andaslammingdoorfolloweduponhisexplosion，andheresumedinthesilence:\"Idtisthechildrencotpackfromschool。TheygomeandstealwhatIleafthereonmydaple。Idt\'soneofourlidtlechokes；weonderstandoneanother；that\'sallrighdt。Oncethegobblerintheotherroomthereheusedtochase\'em；hecouldn\'tonderstandtheirlidtletricks。Nowdotgoppler\'steadt，andheton\'tchase\'emanymore。HewasaBohemian。Gindtofgrazy，Icuess。\"
\"Well，it\'sasociableexistence，\"Marchsuggested。\"Butperhapsifyouletthemhavethethingswithoutstealing——\"
\"Ohno，no!Mostnodtmagethemtoogonceitedt。Theymostn\'tgoandfeelthemselfspetterthanthoseboormillionairssthathadttostealtheirmoney。\"
Marchsmiledindulgentlyathisoldfriend\'sviolence。\"Oh，therearefagotsandfagots，youknow，Lindau；perhapsnotallthemillionairesaresoguilty。\"
\"LetusspeakGerman!\"criedLindau，inhisowntongue，pushinghisbookaside，andthrustinghisskullcapbackfromhisforehead。\"Howmuchmoneycanamanhonestlyearnwithoutwrongingoroppressingsomeotherman?\"
\"Well，ifyou\'llletmeanswerinEnglish，\"saidMarch，\"Ishouldsayaboutfivethousanddollarsayear。Inamethatfigurebecauseit\'smyexperiencethatInevercouldearnmore；buttheexperienceofothermenmaybedifferent，andiftheytellmetheycanearnten，ortwenty，orfiftythousandayear，I\'mnotpreparedtosaytheycan\'tdoit。\"
Lindauhardlywaitedforhisanswer。\"Notthemostgiftedmanthateverlived，inthepracticeofanyartorscience，andpaidatthehighestratethatexceptionalgeniuscouldjustlydemandfromthosewhohaveworkedfortheirmoney，couldeverearnamilliondollars。Itisthelandlordsandthemerchantprinces，therailroadkingsandthecoalbaronstheoppressorstowhomyouinstinctivelygivethetitlesoftyrants——itisthesethatmakethemillions，butnomanearnsthem。
Whatartist，whatphysician，whatscientist，whatpoetwaseveramillionaire?\"
\"IcanonlythinkofthepoetRogers，\"saidMarch，amusedbyLindau\'stirade。\"ButhewasasexceptionalastheotherRogers，themartyr，whodiedwithwarmfeet。\"Lindauhadapparentlynotunderstoodhisjoke，andhewenton，withtheAmericaneaseofmindabouteverything:\"Butyoumustallow，Lindau，thatsomeofthosefellowsdon\'tdosobadlywiththeirguiltygains。Someofthemgiveworktoarmiesofpoorpeople——\"
Lindaufuriouslyinterrupted:\"Yes，whentheyhavegatheredtheirmillionstogetherfromthehungerandcoldandnakednessandruinanddespairofhundredsofthousandsofothermen，they\'givework\'tothepoor!Theygivework!Theyallowtheirhelplessbrotherstoearnenoughtokeeplifeinthem!Theygivework!Whoisitgivestoil，andwherewillyourrichmenbewhenoncethepoorshallrefusetogivetoil\'?
Why，youhavecometogivemework!\"
Marchlaughedoutright。\"Well，I\'mnotamillionaire，anyway，Lindau，andIhopeyouwon\'tmakeanexampleofmebyrefusingtogivetoil。I
daresaythemillionairesdeserveit，butI\'drathertheywouldn\'tsufferinmyperson。\"
\"No，\"returnedtheoldman，mildlyrelaxingthefierceglarehehadbentuponMarch。\"Nomandeservestosuferatthehandsofanother。IlosemyselfwhenIthinkoftheinjusticeintheworld。ButImustnotforgetthatIamliketheworstofthem。\"
\"YoumightgoupFifthAvenueandliveamongtherichawhile，whenyou\'reindangerofthat，\"suggestedMarch。\"Atanyrate，\"headded，byanimpulsewhichheknewhecouldnotjustifytohiswife，\"Iwishyou\'dcomesomedayandlunchwiththeiremissary。I\'vebeentellingMrs。
Marchaboutyou，andIwantherandthechildrentoseeyou。Comeoverwiththesethingsandreport。\"Heputhishandonthemagazinesasherose。
\"Iwillcome，\"saidLindau，gently。
\"ShallIgiveyouyourbook?\"askedMarch。
\"No；Igidtoapbrettysoon。\"
\"And——and——canyoudressyourself?\"
\"Ivhistle，\'andoneofthoselidtlefellowsscomess。Wehaftodakegareofoneanotherinablacelikethis。Idtissnodtliketheworldt，\"
saidLindau，gloomily。
Marchthoughtheoughttocheerhimup。\"Oh，itisn\'tsuchabadworld，Lindau!Afterall，theaverageofmillionairesissmallinit。\"Headded，\"AndIdon\'tbelievethere\'sanAmericanlivingthatcouldlookatthatarmofyoursandnotwishtolendyouahandfortheoneyougaveusall。\"Marchfeltthistobeafineturn，andhisvoicetrembledslightlyinsayingit。
Lindausmiledgrimly。\"Youthinkzo?Iwouldn\'tmochliketodrost\'em。
I\'vedriedtidttoooften。\"HebegantospeakGermanagainfiercely:
\"Besides，theyowemenothing。DoyouthinkIknowinglygavemyhandtosavethisoligarchyoftradersandtricksters，thisaristocracyofrailroadwreckersandstockgamblersandmine-slavedriversandmill-serfowners?No；Igaveittotheslave；theslave——ha!ha!ha!——whomI
helpedtounshackletothecommonlibertyofhungerandcold。AndyouthinkIwouldbethebeneficiaryofsuchastateofthings?\"
\"I\'msorrytohearyoutalkso，Lindau，\"saidMarch；\"verysorry。\"
Hestoppedwithalookofpain，androsetogo。LindausuddenlybrokeintoalaughandintoEnglish。
\"Oh，well，itisonlydalk，Passil，andittoesmegoodt。Mypargisworsethanmypidte，Icuess。Ipringthesethingsroundtbrettysoon。
Good-bye，Passil，mytearpoy。Aufwiedersehen!\"
XIII。
MarchwentawaythinkingofwhatLindauhadsaid，butnotfortheimpersonalsignificanceofhiswordssomuchasforthelighttheycastuponLindauhimself。Hethoughtthewordsviolentenough，butinconnectionwithwhatherememberedofthecheery，poetic，hopefulidealist，theywereevenmorecuriousthanlamentable。Inhisownlifeofcomfortablereveriehehadneverheardanyonetalksobefore，buthehadreadsomethingofthekindnowandtheninblatantlabornewspaperswhichhehadaccidentallyfalleninwith，andonceatastrikers\'meetinghehadheardrichpeopledenouncedwiththesamefrenzy。Hehadmadehisownreflectionsuponthetastelessnessoftherhetoric，andtheobviousbuncombeofthemotive，andhehadnottakenthematterseriously。
HecouldnotdoubtLindau\'ssincerity，andhewonderedhowhecametothatwayofthinking。Fromhisexperienceofhimselfheaccountedforaprevailingliteraryqualityinit；hedecidedittobefromLindau\'sreadingandfeelingratherthanhisreflection。ThatwasthenotionheformedofsomethingshehadmetwithinRuskintomuchthesameeffect；
heregardedthemwithamusementasthechimerasofarhetoricianrunawaywithbyhisphrases。
ButastoLindau，thechiefthinginhismindwasaconceptionofthedrollironyofasituationinwhichsofervidahaterofmillionairesshouldbeworking，indirectlyatleast，fortheprosperityofamanlikeDryfoos，who，asMarchunderstood，hadgothismoneytogetheroutofeverygambler\'schanceinspeculation，andallaschemer\'sthriftfromtheerrorandneedofothers。Thesituationwasnotmoreincongruous，however，thanalltherestofthe\'EveryOtherWeek\'affair。Itseemedtohimthattherewerenocrazyfortuitiesthathadnottendedtoitsexistence，andastimewenton，andthedaydrewnearfortheissueofthefirstnumber，thesenseofthisintensifiedtillthewholelostatmomentsthequalityofawakingfact，andcametoberatherafantasticfictionofsleep。
Yettheheterogeneousforcesdidco-operatetoarealitywhichMarchcouldnotdeny，atleastintheirpresence，andthefirstnumberwasrepresentativeofalltheirnebulousintentionsinatangibleform。
Asaresult，itwassorespectablethatMarchbegantorespecttheseintentions，begantorespecthimselfforcombiningandembodyingtheminthevolumewhichappealedtohimwithanovelfascination，whenthefirstadvancecopywaslaiduponhisdesk。Everydetailofitwastiresomelyfamiliaralready，butthewholehadafreshinterestnow。HenowsawhowextremelyfitandeffectiveMissLeighton\'sdecorativedesignforthecoverwas，printedinblackandbrick-redonthedelicategraytoneofthepaper。Itwasatonceattractiveandrefined，andhecreditedBeatonwithquiteallhemeritedinworkingitovertotheactualshape。Thetouchandthetasteofthearteditorwerepresentthroughoutthenumber。
AsFulkersonsaid，Beatonhadcaughtonwiththedelicacyofahumming-
birdandthetenacityofabulldogtothevirtuesoftheirillustrativeprocess，andhadworkeditforallitwasworth。Thereweresevenpapersinthenumber，andapoemonthelastpageofthecover，andhehadfoundsomegraphiccommentforeach。Itwasalargerproportionthanwouldafterwardbeallowed，butforonceinawayitwasallowed。Fulkersonsaidtheycouldnotexpecttogettheirmoneybackonthatfirstnumber，anyway。SevenoftheillustrationswereBeaton\'s；twoorthreehegotfrompractisedhands；therestweretheworkofunknownpeoplewhichhehadsuggested，andthenrelatedandadaptedwithunfailingingenuitytothedifferentpapers。Hehandledtheillustrationswithsuchsympathyasnottodestroytheirindividualquality，andthatindefinablecharmwhichcomesfromgoodamateurworkinwhateverart。Herescuedthemfromtheirweaknessesanderrors，whileheleftinthemtheevidenceofthepleasurewithwhichacleveryoungman，orasensitivegirl，orarefinedwomanhaddonethem。Inevitablyfromhismanipulation，however，theartofthenumberacquiredhomogeneity，andtherewasnothingcasualinitsappearance。Theresult，Marcheagerlyowned，wasbetterthantheliteraryresult，andheforesawthatthenumberwouldbesoldandpraisedchieflyforitspictures。Yethewasnotashamedoftheliterature，andheindulgedhisadmirationofitthemorefreelybecausehehadnotonlynotwrittenit，butinawayhadnoteditedit。Tobesure，hehadchosenallthematerial，buthehadnotvoluntarilyputitalltogetherforthatnumber；ithadlargelyputitselftogether，aseverynumberofeverymagazinedoes，andasitseemsmoreandmoretodo，intheexperienceofeveryeditor。Therehadtobe，ofcourse，astory，andthenasketchoftravel。Therewasaliteraryessayandasocialessay；
therewasadramatictrifle，verygay，verylight；therewasadashingcriticismonthenewpictures，thenewplays，thenewbooks，thenewfashions；andthentherewasthetranslationofabitofvividRussianrealism，whichtheeditorowedtoLindau\'sexplorationoftheforeignperiodicalsleftwithhim；LindauwashimselfaromanticistoftheVictorHugosort，buthesaidthisfragmentofDostoyevskiwasgoodofitskind。
Thepoemwasabitofsocietyverse，withabackwardlookintosimplerandwholesomerexperiences。
Fulkersonwasextremelyproudofthenumber；buthesaiditwastoogood——toogoodfromeverypointofview。Thecoverwastoogood，andthepaperwastoogood，andthatdeviceofroughedges，whichgotovertheobjectiontouncutleaveswhileitsecuredtheiraestheticeffect，wasathingthathetrembledfor，thoughherejoicedinitasastrokeofthehighestgenius。IthadcomefromBeatonatthelastmoment，asacompromise，whentheproblemofthevulgarcroppinessofcutleavesandtheunpopularityofuncutleavesseemedtohavenosolutionbutsuicide。
Fulkersonwasstillmorallycrawlingroundonhishandsandknees，ashesaid，inabjectgratitudeatBeaton\'sfeet，thoughhehadhisqualms，hisquestions；andhedeclaredthatBeatonwasthemostinspiredasssinceBalaam\'s。\"We\'reallasses，ofcourse，\"headmitted，insemi-apologytoMarch；\"butwe\'renosuchassesasBeaton。\"Hesaidthatifthetastefuldecorativenessofthethingdidnotkillitwiththepublicoutright，itsliteraryexcellencewouldgiveitthefinishingstroke。Perhapsthatmightbeoverlookedintheimpressionofnoveltywhichafirstnumberwouldgive，butitmustneverhappenagain。HeimploredMarchtopromisethatitshouldneverhappenagain；besaidtheironlyhopewasintheimmediatecheapeningofthewholeaffair。Itwasbadenoughtogivethepublictoomuchquantityfortheirmoney，buttothrowinsuchqualityasthatwassimplyruinous；itmustbestopped。Theseweretheexpressionsofhisintimatemoods；everyfrontthathepresentedtothepublicworeaglowoflofty，ofdevoutexultation。Hisprideinthenumbergushedoutinfreshburstsofrhetorictoeveryonewhomhecouldgettotalkwithhimaboutit。Heworkedthepersonalkindlinessofthepresstotheutmost。Hedidnotmindmakinghimselfridiculousorbecomingajokeinthegoodcause，ashecalledit。HejoinedintheapplausewhenahumoristattheclubfeignedtodropdeadfromhischairatFulkerson\'sintroductionofthetopic，andhewentontalkingthatfirstnumberintothesurvivingspectators。Hestoodtreatuponalloccasions，andhelunchedattachesofthepressatallhours。Heespeciallybefriendedthecorrespondentsofthenewspapersofothercities，for，asheexplainedtoMarch，thosefellowscouldgivehimanyamountofadvertisingsimplyasliterarygossip。Manyofthefellowswereladieswhocouldnotbesosummarilyaskedouttolunch，butFulkerson\'singenuitywasequaltoeveryexigency，andhecontrivedsomehowtomakeeachofthesefeelthatshehadbeenpossessedofexclusiveinformation。TherewasamomentwhenMarchconjecturedawillingnessinFulkersontoworkMrs。Marchintotheadvertisingdepartment，bymeansofateatotheseladiesandtheirfriendswhichsheshouldadministerinhisapartment，buthedidnotencourageFulkersontobeexplicit，andthemomentpassed。Afterward，whenhetoldhiswifeaboutit，hewasastonishedtofindthatshewouldnothavemindeddoingitforFulkerson，andheexperiencedanotherproofofthebluntnessofthefeminineinstinctsinsomedirections，andofthepersonalfavorwhichFulkersonseemedtoenjoywiththewholesex。Thisalonewasenoughtoaccountforthewillingnessofthesecorrespondentstowriteaboutthefirstnumber，butMarchaccusedhimofsendingittotheiraddresseswithboxesofJacqueminotrosesandHuylercandy。
Fulkersonlethimenjoyhisjoke。Hesaidthathewoulddothatoranythingelseforthegoodcause，shortofmarryingthewholecircleoffemalecorrespondents。
Marchwasinclinedtohopethatifthefirstnumberhadbeenmadetoogoodforthecountryatlarge，themoreenlightenedtasteofmetropolitanjournalismwouldinviteacompensatingfavorforitinNewYork。ButfirstFulkersonandthentheeventprovedhimwrong。Inspiteofthequalityofthemagazine，andinspiteofthekindnesswhichsomanynewspapermenfeltforFulkerson，thenoticesintheNewYorkpapersseemedgrudgingandprovisionaltotheardoroftheeditor。Ameritintheworkwasacknowledged，andcertaindefectsinitforwhichMarchhadtrembledwereignored；butthecriticsastonishedhimbyselectingforcensurepointswhichhewaseitherproudoforhadnevernoticed；whichbeingnowbroughttohisnoticehestillcouldnotfeelwerefaults。HeownedtoFulkersonthatiftheyhadsaidsoandsoagainstit，hecouldhaveagreedwiththem，butthattosaythusandsowaspreposterous；andthatiftheadvertisinghadnotbeenadjustedwithsuchgenerousrecognitionoftheclaimsofthedifferentpapers，heshouldhaveknownthecounting-roomwasatthebottomofit。Asitwas，hecouldonlyattributeittoperversityorstupidity。Itwascertainlystupidtocondemnamagazinenoveltylike\'EveryOtherWeek\'forbeingnovel；andtoaugurthatifitfailed，itwouldfailthroughitsdeparturefromthelinesonwhichalltheotherprosperousmagazineshadbeenbuilt，wasinthelastdegreeperverse，anditlookedmalicious。Thefactthatitwasneitherexactlyabooknoramagazineoughttobeforitandnotagainstit，sinceitwouldinvadenootherfield；itwouldprosperonnogroundbutitsown。
XIV。
ThemoreMarchthoughtoftheinjusticeoftheNewYorkpresswhichhadnot，however，attackedtheliteraryqualityofthenumberthemorebitterlyheresentedit；andhiswife\'sindignationsuperheatedhisown。
\'EveryOtherWeek\'hadbecomeaverypersonalaffairwiththewholefamily；thechildrensharedtheirparents\'disgust；Bellewasoutspokenin，herdenunciationsofavenalpress。Mrs。Marchsawnothingbutruinahead，andbegantacitlytoplanaretreattoBoston，andanestablishmentretrenchedtothebasisoftwothousandayear。Sheshedsomesecrettearsinanticipationoftheprivationswhichthismustinvolve；butwhenFulkersoncametoseeMarchratherlatethenightofthepublicationday，shenoblytoldhimthatiftheworstcametotheworstshecouldonlyhavethekindliestfeelingtowardhim，andshouldnotregardhimasintheslightestdegreeresponsible。
\"Oh，holdon，holdon!\"heprotested。\"Youdon\'tthinkwe\'vemadeafailure，doyou?\"
\"Why，ofcourse，\"shefaltered，whileMarchremainedgloomilysilent。
\"Well，Iguesswe\'llwaitfortheofficialcount，first。EvenNewYorkhasn\'tgoneagainstus，andIguessthere\'samajoritycomingdowntoHarlemRiverthatcouldsweepeverythingbeforeit，anyway。\"
\"Whatdoyoumean，Fulkerson?\"Marchdemanded，sternly。
\"Oh，nothing!Only，the\'NewsCompany\'hasorderedtenthousandnow；andyouknowwehadtogivethemthefirsttwentyoncommission。\"
\"Whatdoyoumean?\"Marchrepeated；hiswifeheldherbreath。
\"Imeanthatthefirstnumberisaboomingsuccessalready，andthatit\'sgoingtoahundredthousandbeforeitstops。Thatunanimityandvarietyofcensureinthemorningpapers，combinedwiththeattractivenessofthethingitself，hasclearedeverystandinthecity，andnowifthefavorofthecountrypressdoesn\'tturnthetideagainstus，ourfortune\'smade。\"TheMarchesremaineddumb。\"Why，lookhere!Didn\'tItellyouthosecriticismswouldbethemakingofus，whentheyfirstbegantoturnyoubluethismorning，March?\"
\"Hecamehometolunchperfectlysick，\"saidMrs。Marcli；\"andIwouldn\'tlethimgobackagain。\"
\"Didn\'tItellyouso?\"Fulkersonpersisted。
Marchcouldnotrememberthathehad，orthathehadbeenanythingbutincoherentlyandhystericallyjocoseoverthepapers，buthesaid，\"Yes，yes——Ithinkso。\"
\"Iknewitfromthestart，\"saidFulkerson。\"TheonlyotherpersonwhotookthosecriticismsintherightspiritwasMotherDryfoos——I\'vejustbeenbolsteringuptheDryfoosfamily。ShehadthemreadtoherbyMrs。
Mandel，andsheunderstoodthemtobeallthemostflatteringpropheciesofsuccess。Well，Ididn\'treadbetweenthelinestothatextent，quite；
butIsawthattheyweregoingtohelpus，iftherewasanythinginus，morethananythingthatcouldhavebeendone。Andtherewassomethinginus!Itellyou，March，thatseven-shootingself-cockingdonkeyofaBeatonhasgivenusthegreateststart!He\'scaughtonlikeamouse。
He\'smadethethingawfullychic；it\'sjimmy；there\'slotsofdogaboutit。He\'smanagedthatprocesssothattheillustrationslookasexpensiveasfirst-classwood-cuts，andthey\'recheaperthanchromos。
He\'sputstyleintothewholething。\"
\"Ohyes，\"saidMarch，witheagermeekness，\"it\'sBeatonthat\'sdoneit。\"
FulkersonreadjealousyofBeatoninMrs。March\'sface。\"Beatonhasgivenusthestartbecausehisworkappealstotheeye。There\'snodenyingthatthepictureshavesoldthisfirstnumber；butIexpecttheliteratureofthisfirstnumbertosellthepicturesofthesecond。I\'vebeenreadingitallover，nearly，sinceIfoundhowthecatwasjumping；
Iwasanxiousaboutit，andItellyou，oldman，it\'sgood。Yes，sir!
Iwasafraidmaybeyouhadgotittoogood，withthatBostonrefinementofyours；butIreckonyouhaven\'t。I\'llriskit。Idon\'tseehowyougotsomuchvarietyintosofewthings，andallofthempalpitant，allof\'emonthekeenjumpwithactuality。\"
ThemixtureofAmericanslangwiththejargonofEuropeancriticisminFulkerson\'stalkmadeMarchsmile，buthiswifedidnotseemtonoticeitinherexultation。\"ThatisjustwhatIsay，\"shebrokein。\"It\'sperfectlywonderful。Ineverwasanxiousaboutitamoment，except，asyousay，Mr。Fulkerson，Iwasafraiditmightbetoogood。\"
TheywentoninanantiphonyofpraisetillMarchsaid:\"Really，Idon\'tseewhat\'sleftmebuttostrikeforhigherwages。IperceivethatI\'mindispensable。\"
\"Why，oldman，you\'recominginonthedivvy，youknow，\"saidFulkerson。
Theybothlaughed，andwhenFulkersonwasgone，Mrs。Marchaskedherhusbandwhatadivvywas。
\"It\'sachickenbeforeit\'shatched。\"
\"No!Truly?\"
Heexplained，andshebegantospendthedivvy。
AtMrs。Leighton\'sFulkersongaveAlmaallthehonorofthesuccess；hetoldhermotherthatthegirl\'sdesignforthecoverhadsoldeverynumber，andMrs。Leightonbelievedhim。
\"Well，AhthinkAhmaghthavesomeoftheglory，\"MissWoodburnpouted。
\"WhereamAhcomin\'in?\"
\"You\'recominginonthecoverofthenextnumber，\"saidFulkerson。\"
We\'regoingtohaveyourfacethere；MissLeighton\'sgoingtosketchitin。\"Hesaidthisrecklessofthefactthathehadalreadyshownthemthedesignofthesecondnumber，whichwasBeaton\'sweirdbitofgas-
countrylandscape。
\"Ahdon\'tseewhyyoudon\'twrahtethefictionforyourmagazine，Mr。