A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Second

who was capable of such work deserved the punishment Miss Leighton had inflicted upon him. He still forgave her, but in the presence of a thing like

im. As it was now evident that the future was to be one of renunciation, of self-forgetting, an oblivion tinged with bitterness, he formlessly reasoned in favor of reconsidering his resolution against Fulkerson's offer. One must call it reasoning, but it was rather that swift internal dramatization which constantly goes on in persons of excitable sensibilities, and which now seemed to sweep Beaton physically along toward the 'Every Other Week' office, and carried his mind with lightning celerity on to a time when he should have given that journal such quality a

back of the smaller one occupied by the bookkeeper; they had been respectively the reception-room and dining-room of the little place in its dwelling-house days, and they had been simply and tastefully treated in their t

work? Just hang up your coat on th

th a full, close-cropped iron-gray beard, seated beyond the table where Fulkerson tilted himself back, with his knees set against it; and leaning against the mantel there was a young man with a singularly gentle face, in which the look of goodness qualifie

e high and holy thing that it would be if there were no money in it." Mr. Dryfoos turned his large, mild eyes upon Beaton, and laughed with the uneasy concession which people make to a character when they do not quite approve of the character's language. "What Mr. March and I are trying to do is to carry on this thing so that there won't be any money in it-or very little; and we're planning to give the public a better article for the price than it's ever had before. Now here's a dummy we've had made up for 'Every Other Week', and as we've decided to adopt it, we would natu

it's a book, not a magazine." He opened its pages of thick, mellow white paper, with uncut leaves, the first few pages experimentall

s to give it twenty-four books like this a year-a complete library-for the absurd sum of six dollars. We don't intend to sell 'em-it's no name for the transaction-but to give 'em. And what we want to get out of you-beg, borrow, buy, or steal from you is an opini

o free himself from partiality. "I don't know anything about the business side, and I can't tell about the effect of either

n. Mr. March wanted it, because he felt in his bones just the way you do about it, and Mr. Dryfoos wanted it, because he's the counting-room in

. "Rather decorative. Drawing's not remarkable. Graceful; rather nice." He p

book like a pretty cover, and we're going to have a pretty cover for 'Every Other Week' every time. We've cut loose from the old traditional quarto literary newspaper size, and we've cut loose from the old two-column big page magazine size; we're going to have a duodecimo page, clear black print, and paper that'll mak

ainst the mantelpiece bl

hose are the numbers that Mr. Fu

nishing how you fellows can keep it up at this stage of the proceedings; you can paint things that your harshest critic would be ashamed to describe accurately; you're as free as the theatre. But that's neither here nor there. What

he pictures in an illustrated article, but I don't read the article very much, and I fancy that's the case with most othe

don't know what the play is. But the box-office gets there all the same, and that's wha

"when the illustrations used to be

gliness and genius combined to sto

ough," said Beaton, ignoring F

de; or one corner, and spreads in a sort of dim religious style over the print till you can't tell which is which. Then we've got a notion that where the pictures don't behave quite so sociably, they can be dropped into the text, like a little casual remark, don't you know, or a comment that has some connection, or maybe non

ountry?" asked Beaton, after a glance at the

t is to get the physical effect, so to speak-get that sized picture into our page, and set the fashion o

hings, but this isn't in our way," said Beaton, stubbornly. "I can

n that the women could help us out on this thing, come to get 'em interested

trying it for a good while," March suggested; and Mr. Dr

but real high-tone literature that will show women triumphing in all the stories, or else suffering tremendously. We've got to recognize that women form three-fourths of the reading public in this country, and go for their tastes and their sensibilities and their sex-piety along the whole line. They do like t

d: "You ought to be in charge of a Siamese white elepha

"that you'd better get a God-gi

ot the genius of organization. It takes a very masculine man for that-a man who combines the most subtle and refined sympat

of flattery, and Becton frowned sheepishly. "I suppose

Fulkerson. "He knows t

tch, and then got su

ooks in his lax hands. "Take these along, Michelangelo Da Vinci, my friend, and put your multitudin

aid Beaton. "You can't combine the

us which will go the furthest with the 'ewig Weibliche.' Dryfoos, I want a word with you." He