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next output。 Thus the Fosters had to wait almost a complete week to
find out whether anything of a satisfactory nature had happened to him
or not。 It was a long； long week； and the strain was a heavy one。
The pair could hardly have borne it if their minds had not had the
relief of wholesome diversion。 We have seen that they had that。
The woman was piling up fortunes right along； the man was spending them
spending all his wife would give him a chance at； at any rate。
At last the Saturday came； and the WEEKLY SAGAMORE arrived。
Mrs。 Eversly Bennett was present。 She was the Presbyterian
parson's wife； and was working the Fosters for a charity。
Talk now died a sudden deathon the Foster side。 Mrs。 Bennett
presently discovered that her hosts were not hearing a word she
was saying； so she got up； wondering and indignant； and went away。
The moment she was out of the house； Aleck eagerly tore the wrapper
from the paper； and her eyes and Sally's swept the columns for the
death…notices。 Disappointment！ Tilbury was not anywhere mentioned。
Aleck was a Christian from the cradle； and duty and the force of
habit required her to go through the motions。 She pulled herself
together and said； with a pious two…per…cent。 trade joyousness：
〃Let us be humbly thankful that he has been spared； and〃
〃Damn his treacherous hide； I wish〃
〃Sally！ For shame！〃
〃I don't care！〃 retorted the angry man。 〃It's the way YOU feel；
and if you weren't so immorally pious you'd be honest and say so。〃
Aleck said； with wounded dignity：
〃I do not see how you can say such unkind and unjust things。
There is no such thing as immoral piety。〃
Sally felt a pang； but tried to conceal it under a shuffling attempt
to save his case by changing the form of itas if changing the form
while retaining the juice could deceive the expert he was trying
to placate。 He said：
〃I didn't mean so bad as that； Aleck； I didn't really mean
immoral piety； I only meantmeantwell； conventional piety；
you know； ershop piety； thethewhy； YOU know what I mean。
Aleckthewell； where you put up that plated article and play
it for solid； you know； without intending anything improper；
but just out of trade habit； ancient policy； petrified custom；
loyalty totohang it； I can't find the right words； but YOU
know what I mean； Aleck； and that there isn't any harm in it。
I'll try again。 You see； it's this way。 If a person〃
〃You have said quite enough；〃 said Aleck； coldly； 〃let the subject
be dropped。〃
〃I'M willing；〃 fervently responded Sally； wiping the sweat from
his forehead and looking the thankfulness he had no words for。
Then； musingly； he apologized to himself。 〃I certainly held threes
I KNOW itbut I drew and didn't fill。 That's where I'm so often
weak in the game。 If I had stood patbut I didn't。 I never do。
I don't know enough。〃
Confessedly defeated； he was properly tame now and subdued。
Aleck forgave him with her eyes。
The grand interest； the supreme interest； came instantly to the
front again； nothing could keep it in the background many minutes
on a stretch。 The couple took up the puzzle of the absence
of Tilbury's death…notice。 They discussed it every which way；
more or less hopefully； but they had to finish where they began；
and concede that the only really sane explanation of the absence
of the notice must beand without doubt wasthat Tilbury was
not dead。 There was something sad about it； something even a
little unfair； maybe； but there it was； and had to be put up with。
They were agreed as to that。 To Sally it seemed a strangely
inscrutable dispensation； more inscrutable than usual； he thought；
one of the most unnecessary inscrutable he could call to mind；
in factand said so； with some feeling； but if he was hoping
to draw Aleck he failed； she reserved her opinion； if she had one；
she had not the habit of taking injudicious risks in any market；
worldly or other。
The pair must wait for next week's paperTilbury had
evidently postponed。 That was their thought and their decision。
So they put the subject away and went about their affairs
again with as good heart as they could。
Now； if they had but known it； they had been wronging Tilbury
all the time。 Tilbury had kept faith； kept it to the letter；
he was dead； he had died to schedule。 He was dead more than four
days now and used to it； entirely dead； perfectly dead； as dead
as any other new person in the cemetery； dead in abundant time to get
into that week's SAGAMORE； too； and only shut out by an accident；
an accident which could not happen to a metropolitan journal；
but which happens easily to a poor little village rag like the SAGAMORE。
On this occasion； just as the editorial page was being locked up；
a gratis quart of strawberry ice…water arrived from Hostetter's
Ladies and Gents Ice…Cream Parlors； and the stickful of rather
chilly regret over Tilbury's translation got crowded out to make
room for the editor's frantic gratitude。
On its way to the standing…galley Tilbury's notice got pied。
Otherwise it would have gone into some future edition； for WEEKLY
SAGAMORES do not waste 〃live〃 matter； and in their galleys 〃live〃
matter is immortal； unless a pi accident intervenes。 But a thing
that gets pied is dead； and for such there is no resurrection；
its chance of seeing print is gone； forever and ever。 And so；
let Tilbury like it or not； let him rave in his grave to his fill；
no matterno mention of his death would ever see the light in the
WEEKLY SAGAMORE。
CHAPTER IV
Five weeks drifted tediously along。 The SAGAMORE arrived regularly on
the Saturdays； but never once contained a mention of Tilbury Foster。
Sally's patience broke down at this point； and he said； resentfully：
〃Damn his livers； he's immortal！〃
Aleck give him a very severe rebuke； and added with icy solemnity：
〃How would you feel if you were suddenly cut out just after such
an awful remark had escaped out of you？〃
Without sufficient reflection Sally responded：
〃I'd feel I was lucky I hadn't got caught with it IN me。〃
Pride had forced him to say something； and as he could not think
of any rational thing to say he flung that out。 Then he stole a base
as he called itthat is； slipped from the presence； to keep from
being brayed in his wife's discussion…mortar。
Six months came and went。 The SAGAMORE was still silent about Tilbury。
Meantime； Sally had several times thrown out a feelerthat is；
a hint that he would like to know。 Aleck had ignored the hints。
Sally now resolved to brace up and risk a frontal attack。
So he squarely proposed to disguise himself and go to Tilbury's
village and surreptitiously find out as to the prospects。
Aleck put her foot on the dangerous project with energy and decision。
She said：
〃What can you be thinking of？ You do keep my hands full！
You have to be watched all the time； lik