Aleck　glowed；　she　was　profoundly　happy。　　She　said：
  〃Think　of　it；　Sallyit　is　a　family　that　has　never　married　outside
  the　Royal　and　Imperial　Houses　of　Europe：　　our　grandchildren　will
  sit　upon　thrones！〃
  〃True　as　you　live；　Aleckand　bear　scepters；　too；　and　handle
  them　as　naturally　and　nonchantly　as　I　handle　a　yardstick。
  it's　a　grand　catch；　Aleck。　　He's　corralled；　is　he？　　Can't　get　away？
  You　didn't　take　him　on　a　margin？〃
  〃No。　Trust　me　for　that。　　He's　not　a　liability；　he's　an　asset。
  So　is　the　other　one。〃
  〃Who　is　it；　Aleck？〃
  〃His　Royal　Highness
  Sigismund…Siegfriend…Lauenfeld…Dinkelspiel…Schwartzenberg
  Blutwurst；　Hereditary　Grant　Duke　of　Katzenyammer。〃
  〃No！　　You　can't　mean　it！〃
  〃It's　as　true　as　I'm　sitting　here；　I　give　you　my　word；〃　she　answered。
  His　cup　was　full；　and　he　hugged　her　to　his　heart　with　rapture；　saying：
  〃How　wonderful　it　all　seems；　and　how　beautiful！　　It's　one　of　the
  oldest　and　noblest　of　the　three　hundred　and　sixty…four　ancient
  German　principalities；　and　one　of　the　few　that　was　allowed　to
  retain　its　royal　estate　when　Bismarck　got　done　trimming　them。
  I　know　that　farm；　I've　been　there。　　It's　got　a　rope…walk　and　a
  candle…factory　and　an　army。　　Standing　army。　　Infantry　and　cavalry。
  Three　soldier　and　a　horse。　　Aleck；　it's　been　a　long　wait；　and　full
  of　heartbreak　and　hope　deferred；　but　God　knows　I　am　happy　now。
  Happy；　and　grateful　to　you；　my　own；　who　have　done　it　all。
  When　is　it　to　be？〃
  〃Next　Sunday。〃
  〃Good。　　And　we'll　want　to　do　these　weddings　up　in　the　very　regalest
  style　that's　going。　　It's　properly　due　to　the　royal　quality　of　the
  parties　of　the　first　part。　　Now　as　I　understand　it；　there　is　only　one
  kind　of　marriage　that　is　sacred　to　royalty；　exclusive　to　royalty：
  it's　the　morganatic。〃
  〃What　do　they　call　it　that　for；　Sally？〃
  〃I　don't　know；　but　anyway　it's　royal；　and　royal　only。〃
  〃Then　we　will　insist　upon　it。　　MoreI　will　compel　it。
  It　is　morganatic　marriage　or　none。〃
  〃That　settles　it！〃　said　Sally；　rubbing　his　hands　with　delight。
  〃And　it　will　be　the　very　first　in　America。　　Aleck；　it　will　make
  Newport　sick。〃
  Then　they　fell　silent；　and　drifted　away　upon　their　dream　wings
  to　the　far　regions　of　the　earth　to　invite　all　the　crowned　heads
  and　their　families　and　provide　gratis　transportation　to　them。
  CHAPTER　VIII
  During　three　days　the　couple　walked　upon　air；　with　their　heads　in
  the　clouds。　　They　were　but　vaguely　conscious　of　their　surroundings；
  they　saw　all　things　dimly；　as　through　a　veil；　they　were　steeped
  in　dreams；　often　they　did　not　hear　when　they　were　spoken　to；
  they　often　did　not　understand　when　they　heard；　they　answered　confusedly
  or　at　random；　Sally　sold　molasses　by　weight；　sugar　by　the　yard；
  and　furnished　soap　when　asked　for　candles；　and　Aleck　put　the　cat
  in　the　wash　and　fed　milk　to　the　soiled　linen。　　Everybody　was　stunned
  and　amazed；　and　went　about　muttering；　〃What　CAN　be　the　matter
  with　the　Fosters？〃
  Three　days。　　Then　came　events！　　Things　had　taken　a　happy　turn；
  and　for　forty…eight　hours　Aleck's　imaginary　corner　had　been　booming。
  Upupstill　up！　　Cost　point　was　passed。　　Still　upand　up
  and　up！　　Cost　point　was　passed。　　STill　upand　upand　up！
  Five　points　above　costthen　tenfifteentwenty！　　Twenty　points
  cold　profit　on　the　vast　venture；　now；　and　Aleck's　imaginary　brokers
  were　shouting　frantically　by　imaginary　long…distance；　〃Sell！　sell！
  for　Heaven's　sake　SELL！〃
  She　broke　the　splendid　news　to　Sally；　and　he；　too；　said；
  〃Sell！　selloh；　don't　make　a　blunder；　now；　you　own　the　earth！
  sell；　sell！〃　　But　she　set　her　iron　will　and　lashed　it　amidships；
  and　said　she　would　hold　on　for　five　points　more　if　she　died　for　it。
  It　was　a　fatal　resolve。　　The　very　next　day　came　the　historic　crash；
  the　record　crash；　the　devastating　crash；　when　the　bottom　fell　out
  of　Wall　Street；　and　the　whole　body　of　gilt…edged　stocks　dropped
  ninety…five　points　in　five　hours；　and　the　multimillionaire　was　seen
  begging　his　bread　in　the　Bowery。　　Aleck　sternly　held　her　grip
  and　〃put　up〃　ass　long　as　she　could；　but　at　last　there　came　a　call
  which　she　was　powerless　to　meet；　and　her　imaginary　brokers　sold
  her　out。　　Then；　and　not　till　then；　the　man　in　her　was　vanished；
  and　the　woman　in　her　resumed　sway。　　She　put　her　arms　about　her
  husband's　neck　and　wept；　saying：
  〃I　am　to　blame；　do　not　forgive　me；　I　cannot　bear　it。　　We　are　paupers！
  Paupers；　and　I　am　so　miserable。　　The　weddings　will　never　come　off；
  all　that　is　past；　we　could　not　even　buy　the　dentist；　now。〃
  A　bitter　reproach　was　on　Sally's　tongue：　　〃I　BEGGED　you　to　sell；
  but　you〃　He　did　not　say　it；　he　had　not　the　heart　to　add　a　hurt
  to　that　broken　and　repentant　spirit。　　A　nobler　thought　came　to　him
  and　he　said：
  〃Bear　up；　my　Aleck；　all　is　not　lost！　　You　really　never　invested
  a　penny　of　my　uncle's　bequest；　but　only　its　unmaterialized　future；
  what　we　have　lost　was　only　the　incremented　harvest　from　that　future
  by　your　incomparable　financial　judgment　and　sagacity。　　Cheer　up；
  banish　these　griefs；　we　still　have　the　thirty　thousand　untouched；
  and　with　the　experience　which　you　have　acquired；　think　what　you　will
  be　able　to　do　with　it　in　a　couple　years！　　The　marriages　are　not　off；
  they　are　only　postponed。〃
  These　are　blessed　words。　　Aleck　saw　how　true　they　were；　and　their
  influence　was　electric；　her　tears　ceased　to　flow；　and　her　great　spirit
  rose　to　its　full　stature　again。　　With　flashing　eye　and　grateful　heart；
  and　with　hand　uplifted　in　pledge　and　prophecy；　she　said：
  〃Now　and　here　I　proclaim〃
  But　she　was　interrupted　by　a　visitor。　　It　was　the　editor　and　proprietor
  of　the　SAGAMORE。　　He　had　happened　into　Lakeside　to　pay　a　duty…call　upon
  an　obscure　grandmother　of　his　who　was　nearing　the　end　of　her　pilgrimage；
  and　with　the　idea　of　combining　business　with　grief　he　had　looked　up
  the　Fosters；　who　had　been　so　absorbed　in　other　things　for　the　past
  four　years　that　they　neglected　to　pay　up　their　subscription。
  Six　dollars　due。　　No　visitor　could　have　been　more　welcome。　　He　would
  know　all　about　Uncle　Tilbury　and　what　his　chances　might　be　getting
  to　be；　cemeterywards。　　They　could；　of　course；　ask　no　questions；
  for　that　would　squelch　the　bequest；　but　they　could　nibble　around　on
  the　edge　of　the　subject　and　hope　for　results。　　The　scheme　did　not　work。
  The　obtuse　editor　did　not　know　he　was　being　nibbled　at；　but　at　last；
  chance　accomplished　what　art　had　failed　in。　　In　illustration　of　something
  under　discussion　which　required　the　help　of　metaphor；　the　editor　said：
  〃Land；　it's　a　tough　as　Tilbury　Foster！as　WE　say。〃
  It　was　sudden；　and　it　made　the　Fosters　jump。　　The　editor　noticed；
  and　said；　apologetically：
  〃No　harm　intended；　I　assure　you。　　It's　just　a　saying；　just　a　joke；
  you　knownothing　of　it。　　Relation　of　yours？〃
  Sally　crowded　his　burning　eagerness　down；　and　answered　with　all
  the　indifference　he　could　assume：
  〃Iwell；　not　that　I　know　of；　but　we've　heard　of　him。〃　　The　editor
  was　thankful；　and　resumed　his　composure。　　Sally　added：　　〃Is　he
  is　hewell？〃
  〃Is　he　WELL？　　Why；　bless　you　he's　in　Sheol　these　five　years！〃
  The　Fosters　were　trembling　with　grief；　though　it　felt　like　joy。
  Sally　said；　non…committallyand　tentatively：
  〃Ah；　well；　such　is　life；　and　none　can　escapenot　even　the　rich
  are　spared。〃
  The　editor　laughed。
  〃If　you　are　including　Tilbury；〃　said　he；　〃it　don't　apply。
  HE　hadn't　a　cent；　the　town　had　to　bury　him。〃
  The　Fosters　sat　petrified　for　two　minutes；　petrified　and　cold。
  Then；　white…faced　and　weak…voiced；　Sally　asked：
  〃Is　it　true？　　Do　you　KNOW　it　to　be　true？〃
  〃Well；　I　should　say！　　I　was　one　of　the　executors。　　He　hadn't
  anything　to　leave　but　a　wheelbarrow；　and　he　left　that　to　me。
  It　hadn't　any　wheel；　and　wasn't　any　good。　　Still；　it　was　something；
  and　so；　to　square　up；　I　scribbled　off　a　sort　of　a　little　obituarial
  send…off　for　him；　but　it　got　crowded　out。〃
  The　Fosters　were　not　listeningtheir　cup　was　full；　it　could
  contain　no　more。　　They　sat　with　bowed　heads；　dead　to　all　things
  but　the　ache　at　their　hearts。
  An　hour　later。　　Still　they　sat　there；　bowed；　motionless；　silent；
  the　visitor　long　ago　gone；　they　unaware。
  Then　they　stirred；　and　lifted　their　heads　wearily；　and　gazed　at　each
  other　wistfully；　dreamily；　dazed；　then　presently　began　to　twaddle
  to　each　other　in　a　wandering　and　childish　way。　　At　intervals　they
  lapsed　into　silences；　leaving　a　sentence　unfinished；　seemingly　either
  unaware　of　it　or　losing　their　way。　　Sometimes；　when　they　woke
  out　of　these　silences　they　had　a　dim　and　transient　consciousness
  that　something　had　happened　to　their　minds；　then　with　a　dumb
  and　yearning　solicitude　they　would　softly　caress　each　other's
  hands　in　mutual　compassion　and　support；　as　if　they　would　say：
  〃I　am　near　you；　I　will　not　forsake　you；　we　will　bear　it　together；
  somewhere　there　is　release　and　forgetfulness；　somewhere　there
  is　a　grave　and　peace；　be　pa