“Exactly!  What a mighty catchy title, Neigh?  Look well on the title-page.”

“Well written?”

“I reckon so; I don’t know.  The Colonel read it mighty eloquently.”

“It mightn’t be such bad business,” said March, in a muse.  “Could you get me a sight of it without committing yourself?”

“If the Colonel hasn’t sent it off to another publisher this morning.  He just got it back with thanks yesterday.  He likes to keep it travelling.”

“Well, try it.  I’ve a notion it might be a curious thing.”

“Look here, March,” said Fulkerson, with the effect of taking a fresh hold; “I wish you could let me have one of those New York things of yours for the first number.  After all, that’s going to be the great card.”

“I couldn’t, Fulkerson; I couldn’t, really.  I want to philosophize the material, and I’m too new to it all yet.  I don’t want to do merely superficial sketches.”

“Of course!  Of course!  I understand that.  Well, I don’t want to hurry you.  Seen that old fellow of yours yet?  I think we ought to have that translation in the first number; don’t you?  We want to give ’em a notion of what we’re going to do in that line.”

“Yes,” said March; “and I was going out to look up Lindau this morning.  I’ve inquired at Maroni’s, and he hasn’t been there for several days.  I’ve some idea perhaps he’s sick.  But they gave me his address, and I’m going to see.”

“Well, that’s right.  We want the first number to be the keynote in every way.”

March shook his head.  “You can’t make it so.  The first number is bound to be a failure always, as far as the representative character goes.  It’s invariably the case.  Look at the first numbers of all the things you’ve seen started.  They’re experimental, almost amateurish, and necessarily so, not only because the men that are making them up are comparatively inexperienced like ourselves, but because the material sent them to deal with is more or less consciously tentative.  People send their adventurous things to a new periodical because the whole thing is an adventure.  I’ve noticed that quality in all the volunteer contributions; it’s in the articles that have been done to order even.  No; I’ve about made up my mind that if we can get one good striking paper into the first number that will take people’s minds off the others, we shall be doing all we can possible hope for.  I should like,” March added, less seriously, “to make up three numbers ahead, and publish the third one first.”

Fulkerson dropped forward and struck his fist on the desk.  “It’s a first-rate idea.  Why not do it?”

March laughed.  “Fulkerson, I don’t believe there’s any quackish thing you wouldn’t do in this cause.  From time to time I’m thoroughly ashamed of being connected with such a charlatan.”

Fulkerson struck his hat sharply backward.  “Ah, dad burn it!  To give that thing the right kind of start I’d walk up and down Broadway between two boards, with the title-page of Every Other Week facsimiled on one and my name and address on the—­”