A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Fourth

om the last night's pleasure which painted themselves in March's face. He flirted his hand gayly in the air, and said, "How's your poor head?" and broke into a

. Oh, my! how they did ride over us! I'm just going down to see Beaton about the cover of the Christmas number. I think we ought to try it in three or four colors, if we are going to observe

emed to gainsay them; afterward March did not know whether to attribute this mood to the slipperiness that he was aware of at times in Fulkerso

y that he did not seem able at once to open it. He asked, without the ce

people are apt to do with a questi

does he do? Does

ded to ignore its terms. "No, he doesn't write for it in the usual way. He translates for it; he examines the

l's victuals in their lives, and as soon as they get their stomachs full, they begin to make trouble between our people and their hands. There's where the strikes come from, and the unions a

generally speaking; but I had the impression that poor old Lindau had once done his best to save the country. I don't always like his way of talking, but I know

ave him round. He can't have any more work from this off

isen to receive Dryfoos when he entered. He

man roared at him. "I w

know you, in such a matter as this. My arrangements as editor of 'Every Other Week' we

lkerson! He has nothing

ed a little daunted

ot feel. "I know that you are the owner of the periodical, but I can't receive any suggestion from you, for

you won't turn that old loafer off? You say that I have got to keep on paying m

his face, and he added: "But I will say that if you speak again of Mr. Li

to defend him as a political economist. He could not have taken any ground in relation to Dryfoos but that which he held, and he felt satisfied that he was right in refusing to receive instructions or commands from him. Yet somehow he was not satisfied with the whole affair, and not merely because his present triumph threatened his final advantage, but because he felt that in his heart he had hardly done justice to Dryfoos's rights in the matter; it did not quite console him to reflect that Dryfoos had himself m

to you that you can't overlook. I know he was very much excited, a

I fancy the boot is on the other leg. I suspect I've said some things your father can't overlook, Conrad." He called the young man by his Christian name partly to di

rad pursued, "and of course that made him more irritable; and he

elf," said March. "Lindau ou

emed only parti

uld be apt to break out in some way. It wasn't just t

gently urged. "He did it because he hurt

is first principles is to denounce the rich in season and out of season. I don't remember just what he said last night;

now," sai

ong the rich as there are among the poor, and that they are as generous and helpful. But Li

't the Saviour himself say, 'How hardly shall the

" cried March. "Do y

nge light of fanaticism, of exaltation, came into his wide blue eyes. "And I b

wandered to the doorway, where he saw Fulkerson standing, it seemed to him a long time, before he he

light, smiling face, went out, as if in his present moo

again. "Excuse me, Fulkerson, but did you know when

of it at March. "I saw he was on his car about something, and I thought I'd better not monkey with him mu

have its own weight with Fulkerson, and nothing more, "came in here and ordered me t

ery time. Well, I suppose you can easily get somebody else to do Lindau's work for

I'm not used to being spoken to as if I were the foreman of a shop, and told to discharge a sensiti

old man's way. He don't mean anything by it-h

instructions from Mr. Dryfoos, whom I don't know in my rel

son whistled. "He

tions were with you alone from the beginning, and I leave

Fulkerson. "He'll light on his feet som

ecline to l

rch; don't do that

im drop," March repeat

't take that stand. If the old man went so far as to speak to you about

ld not stand by me in what I conside

n, coaxingly, "I mean to do the right

at and took his overcoat down from its nail-"when you bring me his apologies, or come to say that, having failed to make him understa

e where it leaves me? Now, you just sit down a minute and talk it over. I can make you see-I can show you-Why, confound the old

Mr. Fulkerson," said March, very haughtily. "Perha

f Fulkerson's original uncandor returned; at the same time his heart ached with foreboding. It was not merely the work in which he had constantly grown happier that he saw taken from him; but he felt the misery of the man who stakes the security and plenty and peace of home upon some cast, and knows that losing will sweep from him most that most men find sweet and pleasant in life. He faced the fact, which no good man can front without terror, that he was risking the support of his family, and for