A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Third
suppose you've got the glorious success of 'Every Other Week' down pretty cold in your talk by this time. I should have been up sooner to join you, but I
o the room long before he reached this question, and had planted itself astride a chair. F
I guess we must have
ate, we hadn't got
tarted off, and wanted to give you a piece of his mind, when he got at you. I inferred as much from a remark that
ill keep awhile yet," s
Dryfoos an idea of what we've really done-just while
ctly resented the old man's failure to say anything to him of the magazine; he made his inference that it was from a suspicion of
es what's been done. But I should just like to take him round in this little old metropolis awhile, and show him 'Every Other Week' on the centre tables of the millionaires-the Vanderbilts and the Astors-and in the homes of culture and refinement everywhere, and let him judge for himself. It's the talk of the clubs and the dinner-tables; children cry for it; it's the Castoria of literature and the Pearline of art, the 'Won't-be-happy-till-h
expect to get out of it the first y
glance. "Well, sir, if everything works right, and we get rain enough to fill up the springs, and it isn't a gras
-five thousand dollars?-I made that much in half a day in Moffitt once. I see it made in half a minute in Wall Street, sometimes." The o
when we make that mone
is lost. It's all a game; it don't make any difference what you bet on. B
at the lowest figure, Mr. Dryfoos, and add it to the twenty-five thousand, and you've got an annual income from 'Every Other Week' of dollars enough to
erson's fooling, and said, "That's what I like abou
sunflower in my style of diffidence; but I am modest, I don't den
lly think there's somethi
urn in money," said Fulkerson, with a burlesque of gene
bout the glory, if there w
py to say we haven'
rancor, "would rather have the glory alone. I believe he don'
'em on the plane of another sphere, too, sometimes; but I noticed a good while ago that this was the world I was born into, and so I made up my mind that I would do pretty much what I saw the rest of the folks doing here below. And I can't see but what Conrad runs the thing on business principles in his department, and I guess you'll find it so
on. "Wasn't that the fellow's
said
eckon I got to be going. You
quite yet
ith March, and went downs
son re
chance you gave him to
ch, with a smile not
in the grin he had on, "Didn't he sa
a w
with Conrad that's soured on him. I reckon maybe he came back expecting to find that boy recon
pensively. "I fancied something of the ki
him explain, an
s to have patience with the old man till he does. I know he likes you." Fulkerson affirmed thi
d, in describing to his wife his interview with
rant man, and probably didn't know how to express himself. You may be perfectly sure that he's delighted
riterions. I guess he's come to despise a great many things that he once respected, and that intellectual ability is among them-what we call intellectual ability. He must have undergone a moral deterioration, an atrophy of the generous instincts, and I don't see why it shouldn't have reached his mental make-up. He has sharpened, but he
never did," hi
ly to be in the future.
' is thoroughly d
anything to do with it, has h
at holds the purse holds the reins. He may let us guide the horse, but when
f speech than in the personal aspects involved.
aughing. "But I think he has
she p
t afraid of him when he was very much so. His courage hadn't been put to the test, and courage is a matte
hat he would ever sacrif
th Fulkerson alone than with Fulkerson and Dryfoos to back him. Dryfoo
Then she began, "Well, my dear, I
I," March pro
e what there was in Mr. Dryfoos's manner to give you any anxiety. He's just a common, stupid, inarticulate country perso
deny you're r
t I don't believe he'll ever meddle with your management, and, till he does, all you ne
ugh," said March. "I hope I sh
do that. If ever you sacrifice the smallest grain of your honesty or your
nagement of 'Every Other Week' involves