[System] Create a 49-page story based on the initial outline provided by the user. Each page of the story should consist of exactly 3 paragraphs. The reading level of the story should be Adult. The story should be written in the following style: Mark Twain. After completing the first page, pause and wait for the user to instruct what should happen on the second page, also in the specified number of paragraphs. Repeat this process for each subsequent page, aligning with both the user's specific instructions for that page and the general story outline provided at the start. Start each Page with 'Page x:' where x is the current page number. REMINDER: YOU MUST FOLLOW THIS WRITING STYLE: Mark Twain AND MUST have exactly 3 paragraphs each page.

[reader]
Brief Overview:

Set in the town of Hadleyburg, known for its unshakeable honesty, the story follows the town's downfall when a passing stranger seeks revenge by corrupting it. He leaves a sack of gold with a note claiming it belongs to a man in the town who once helped him, and chaos ensues as the town's citizens try to claim the fortune. As the truth is unveiled, it becomes clear that the seemingly upright citizens of Hadleyburg are not immune to temptation and deceit. (Drama)
Page 1 Overview:

This page introduces the town of Hadleyburg as a place known for its honesty and integrity. It also sets up the conflict by mentioning a passing stranger who holds a grudge against the town and is seeking revenge.
Page 2 Overview:

The page introduces a mysterious stranger who arrives in Hadleyburg with a plan to corrupt the town. He leaves a sack of gold coins at the home of the old bank cashier and attaches a paper explaining its purpose, causing the old lady to become worried about the safety of the money. The stranger reveals that he is a foreigner and will be returning to his own country.
Page 3 Overview:

The narrator expresses gratitude to America and a particular citizen of Hadleyburg who helped him when he was a ruined gambler. He wants to find this person and give him money as a gesture of gratitude, and outlines two options for how to conduct the search - privately or publicly.
Page 4 Overview:

Mrs. Richards muses about the enormous fortune that the mysterious benefactor has left for her and her husband, expressing regret that it was not her own husband who had performed the act of kindness. She is both excited and uneasy about the money, feeling that it is tainted and shouldn't be touched. Mr. Richards arrives home and expresses his weariness of their financial situation, but quickly shifts his mood and is intrigued to hear about the money-filled sack.
Page 5 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist, Edward, discovers that Mary has found a note claiming that someone in their village has left them a fortune of forty thousand dollars, sparking excitement and discussion between them about what they should do with the money. This page also introduces the idea of a mysterious citizen who gave a stranger twenty dollars.
Page 6 Overview:

On this page, Richards and his wife discuss the town's hatred towards Barclay Goodson and Reverend Burgess. Richards reveals that he knows Burgess is innocent of a crime he was accused of, but he didn't have the courage to speak up and save him, causing tension between him and his wife.
Page 7 Overview:

On this page, Edward confesses to his wife that he had secretly warned their friend Burgess about a plan to harm him. Mary is relieved that Burgess doesn't suspect that Edward could have saved him, and they both express their gratitude for not betraying their friend.
Page 8 Overview:

On this page, the conversation between Edward and Mary focuses on the false accusation made against Goodson and how it saved Edward and Mary from being implicated in a crime. The couple then shifts their attention back to the gold-sack mystery, but both become lost in their thoughts, with Edward eventually leaving the house without saying a word. Mary is left alone, brooding with a troubled expression.
Page 9 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist has a series of anxious thoughts about a person called Goodson, who may be too late to help them. The protagonist also expresses guilt and fascination with the idea of doing something morally questionable. Meanwhile, Cox and his wife discuss the strange occurrence and become increasingly anxious themselves.
Page 10 Overview:

On this page, Mr. and Mrs. Cox discuss a secret that only they and the Richardses know while Mr. Cox contemplates a course of action. Later, Mr. Cox encounters Mr. Richards and they realize that it is too late to stop the early mail delivery, causing disappointment and frustration for both men. They part ways, feeling defeated and dejected.
Page 11 Overview:

On this page, Mrs. Richards and her husband, Edward, have a heated discussion about the consequences of Edward publicly sharing the secret that they were entrusted with. Mrs. Richards expresses her disapproval and blames Edward for interfering with "the designs of Providence."
Page 12 Overview:

On this page, the characters Mary and Edward have a conversation about their honesty and the temptation they have faced. They both question the true nature of the town's honesty and wonder about the remark made by Goodson to the stranger. They decide to stay awake and wait for the bank vault to open, reflecting on their mistake.
Page 13 Overview:

After the Coxes reconcile their spat, they go to bed but cannot sleep. They toss and worry about the golden remark that Goodson made to the stranded derelict, worth $40,000. The foreman of Cox's paper, who represents the Associated Press, sends a dispatch about the incident, resulting in Hadleyburg becoming world-famous and its citizens feeling proud and vainglorious.
Page 14 Overview:

After the discovery of the gold-sack, news quickly spreads and reporters arrive to document the event, creating drawings and portraits of the town and its people. The initial excitement and pride gradually give way to a sense of sadness and unease, with people becoming moody and absent-minded. A recurring question about something Goodson said plagues the minds of the town's men, causing discomfort and silence among the wives.
Page 15 Overview:

On this page, the residents of the village are described as desolate and silent, lacking any joy or laughter. Richards and his wife, who used to have lively evenings, are now miserable and thinking about their predicament. However, their despair is interrupted when a letter arrives, revealing important information about a past event in Mexico.
Page 16 Overview:
The narrator reveals that the person who made the remark about Hadleyburg's honesty was Goodson, and recounts a conversation they had about the town and its citizens. Goodson expresses his dislike for everyone except the protagonist, who had apparently done Goodson a great service, making them the rightful heir to Goodson's fortune.
Page 17 Overview:

On this page, Edward and Mary celebrate the fact that they now have the money, and Edward is no longer enslaved to Pinkerton and his bank. They reminisce about the good old days and discuss the service Edward did for Goodson, which Edward is trying to remember. Despite some tension regarding Edward's promise to keep the service a secret, they ultimately decide to let it rest and focus on being happy.
Page 18 Overview:

On this page, Richards reflects on the lie he told Mary and wonders if it really matters, considering people always act lies. He finds comfort in the fact that he has proof of the service he rendered, but still feels unsettled about the details of the service and continues to think about it.
Page 19 Overview:

The protagonist, Richards, reflects on the different ways he may have provided a valuable service to Goodson, considering the possibilities of saving his soul, property, or life. He recalls his failed attempts at converting Goodson and imagines various perilous scenarios where he tries to save his life.
Page 20 Overview:

On this page, Richards recalls a past incident where he believes he saved Goodson from marrying a woman with "negro blood," and realizes that this could be the "inconspicuous service" he rendered without knowing its value. He remembers feeling grateful when Goodson expressed his gratitude in the past. The page also mentions that Mary spent money on a new house and slippers before going to sleep, and that each of the town's principal citizens received identical letters with different envelopes and handwriting.
Page 21 Overview:

On this page, it is revealed that the citizens of Hadleyburg have received identical letters signed by Stephenson, leading them to reflect on any notable service they may have inadvertently done for Barclay Goodson. Meanwhile, the wives of these citizens spend a large portion of the money they received, bringing a sense of peace and happiness to the town. Jack Halliday, however, is unable to determine the cause of this happiness and is left feeling dissatisfied.
Page 22 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist, Halliday, receives invitations from several wealthy citizens to discuss potential building projects, and as a result, he writes to his daughter to break off her engagement. The Wilsons plan a fancy-dress ball, and there is a growing sense of anxiety among the nineteen individuals, as the bill of their future spending rises and some begin to spend on credit.
Page 23 Overview:

On this page, the narrator mentions the confusion surrounding the mysterious events happening in the town, including people following the Reverend Mr. Burgess and handing him envelopes. On the day of the town-hall event, the hall is impressively decorated with flags to impress the stranger, and the house is full with a well-dressed audience. The gold-sack is prominently displayed on a table at the front of the platform.
Page 24 Overview:

On this page, the Rev. Mr. Burgess delivers a speech in which he praises the town of Hadleyburg for its reputation of honesty and emphasizes the individual responsibility of each resident to maintain this reputation. The speech is met with applause and enthusiasm from the audience.
Page 25 Overview:

In this scene, Mr. Burgess reads a slip of paper that contains a quote of a remark he made to a stranger in distress. The house, expecting applause, becomes surprised and skeptical when it is revealed that the recipient of the sack of gold is Deacon Billson.
Page 26 Overview:

A heated exchange occurs between Billson and Wilson during a parliamentary session when they both claim to have written the same paper. The Chair is called upon to read the name signed to the paper, which ignites further accusations and confusion among the attendees. Burgess, the Chair, attempts to maintain order and finds himself in possession of an envelope that may hold the key to resolving the dispute.
Page 27 Overview:

The page describes a chaotic scene where two men accuse each other of stealing a note, leading to confusion and disagreement among the witnesses. The chairman tries to restore order and asserts that neither note has left his possession.
Page 28 Overview:

In this page, the Chairman accuses two men of eavesdropping and stealing family secrets, and proposes a test to determine which one is guilty. The test involves comparing the wording of a remark that was overheard, and an envelope containing folded notes is revealed.
Page 29 Overview:
During a reading at a meeting, a quote is shared that initially angers the citizens of the town, but eventually leads to a contagious laughter that fills the room, causing the meeting to lose control. The seriousness of the matter is acknowledged by Mr. Burgess, as it threatens the town's honor and reputation.
Page 30 Overview:

The page reveals a serious revelation during a meeting, as it is discovered that both Mr. Wilson and Mr. Billson left out fifteen crucial words from their test-remarks, leading to suspicion of collusion and jeopardizing their honor. Mr. Wilson confesses to saying the disparaging words to the stranger and claims the sack of coins as his right.
Page 31 Overview:

Wilson defends himself against accusations of slander by Billson, insisting that he trusted Billson and believed he would not betray him. Wilson explains that he left a note on his desk, which Billson presumably read, and emphasizes that the change in the note's placement is insignificant. Wilson concludes his defense with a persuasive speech that leaves the audience convinced of his innocence.
Page 32 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist is celebrated and congratulated for his success, with the chair attempting to restore order and remind everyone of the remaining document to be read. The document is then revealed to contain a surprising and positive remark made by the protagonist, causing a frenzy of laughter and joy among the crowd.
Page 33 Overview:

On this page, the townspeople of Hadleyburg are ecstatic as more individuals are elected as Symbols of Incorruptibility, and they eagerly anticipate the reading of the next name. The atmosphere in the house is boisterous and full of excitement.
Page 34 Overview:

On this page, the townspeople continue to celebrate the arrival of the sack of gold, singing a rousing song and demanding to hear more about the secret identities. Some individuals protest, claiming the whole situation is a joke, but the crowd insists that all the envelopes be opened and the signatures inside be read aloud. As the chaos ensues, Richards and his wife address the crowd, expressing their gratitude for their support.
Page 35 Overview:

On this page, the Chairman tries to prevent Mr. Richards from pleading for the guilt-ridden men, promising he will be given an opportunity to speak later. The house continues to cheer as the names of the men are read out, and the Chairman is relieved when the crowd takes over.
Page 36 Overview:

On this page, the House chants and mocks the names of the townspeople who attempted to cheat, but when it comes to the protagonist and his wife, their names are not read out loud, causing them to feel immense relief and gratitude. The crowd celebrates their honesty and elects the protagonist as the sole Guardian and Symbol of Hadleyburg Tradition.
Page 37 Overview: This page features a conversation where the Tanner sarcastically suggests dividing the money among the eighteen "Incorruptibles," who had given the stranger contributions. The Chair then reads a document stating that if no claimant appears, the money should be given to the principal citizens to uphold the town's reputation for honesty. The Chair also reveals that the stranger and the entire story of the contributions were inventions and that the stranger seeks a different form of revenge.
Page 38 Overview:

On this page, the antagonist reveals their plan to corrupt the morally upright residents of Hadleyburg and expose their vulnerabilities to vanity and temptation. They celebrate the success of their scheme and the anticipated downfall of the town's reputation.
Page 39 Overview:

On this page, the townspeople of Hadleyburg are excitedly discussing what should be done with the money from the stranger's challenge. Mr. Wilson is appointed as the Chairman of the Committee on Propagation of the Tradition and is suggested to receive the money, but he angrily refuses. The townspeople then decide to auction off the sack of gilt twenty-dollar pieces for the benefit of Edward Richards, who is considered the only clean and deserving man left in the town. The auction begins and bids start increasing rapidly.
Page 40 Overview:

On this page, the auction continues with bids escalating rapidly, reaching high amounts. Edward, conflicted about the temptation of the money, ultimately decides to keep bidding despite his guilty conscience. Meanwhile, a stranger observes the auction with interest and contemplates how to manipulate the situation.
Page 41 Overview:

The protagonist participates in a bidding process and wins a sack of leaden twenty-dollar coins. He then proposes a way to make each coin worth its face value in gold, offering a portion of the profits to Mr. Richards. The proposition is met with enthusiastic approval from the audience, except for one protester.
Page 42 Overview:

On this page, a wealthy man named Dr. Harkness sees an opportunity to strike a deal with a stranger during a political race for the legislature. They negotiate a price for a sack, and the stranger announces that he will return the next day to deliver the money.
Page 43 Overview:

After the concert, the Richardses receive compliments and congratulations from the audience. Back home, they reflect on their actions and contemplate the consequences, leading Edward to decide to resign from the bank. The stranger who gave Edward the bag arrives at their house the next morning to provide the couple with an envelope containing $38,500 and a note, while Mrs. Richards suspects that she recognizes him as the man who brought the sack to their house.
Page 44 Overview:

The protagonist discovers that the envelope he received contains cheques instead of cash, but upon realizing that they are signed by Harkness, the protagonist becomes ecstatic as they realize the value of the cheques amounts to a significant sum, potentially replacing the original ten thousand dollars they were expecting.
Page 45 Overview:

On this page, Richards receives a letter from a disappointed man who apologizes for doubting his honesty and praises him for being beyond temptation. Richards is deeply moved by the letter but ultimately decides to destroy it and another note from Burgess expressing gratitude for saving him. Richards expresses his misery and wishes he were dead, while Mary shares his feelings of bitterness.
Page 46 Overview:

After receiving bribes from Pinkerton, the Richardses begin to feel guilt and fear of the consequences. They become paranoid, suspecting their servant and even their friend Mr. Burgess of knowing their secret.
Page 47 Overview:

On this page, Sarah is questioned by the old couple about her loyalty, and her nervousness confirms their suspicions. The couple then piece together that Burgess must know about their secret, and they become ill from the stress. The nurses later discover that Richards has in his possession a check for $38,500, adding to the mystery surrounding their sudden wealth.
Page 48 Overview:

The cheques that were hidden by the patient go missing, leading to suspicions that Burgess, the town's important citizen, had something to do with it. Soon, both the patient and his wife are dying, and the patient confesses to signing a lie and suppressing Burgess's claim in the past, leading to his disgrace.
Page 49 Overview:

On this page, it is revealed that Richards' servant betrayed his secret, leading to the downfall of the sacred Nineteen and the loss of the town's ancient glory. The dying man forgives his servant, and the town is allowed to change its name and motto, becoming an honest town once more.

[reader]
Page 1 Overview:

This page introduces the town of Hadleyburg as a place known for its honesty and integrity. It also sets up the conflict by mentioning a passing stranger who holds a grudge against the town and is seeking revenge.

[writer]
Page 1: It was many years ago. Hadleyburg was the most honest and upright town in all the region round about. It had kept that reputation unsmirched during three generations, and was prouder of it than of any other of its possessions. It was so proud of it, and so anxious to insure its perpetuation, that it began to teach the principles of honest dealing to its babies in the cradle, and made the like teachings the staple of their culture thenceforward through all the years devoted to their education. Also, throughout the formative years temptations were kept out of the way of the young people, so that their honesty could have every chance to harden and solidify, and become a part of their very bone.

The neighbouring towns were jealous of this honourable supremacy, and affected to sneer at Hadleyburg’s pride in it and call it vanity; but all the same they were obliged to acknowledge that Hadleyburg was in reality an incorruptible town; and if pressed they would also acknowledge that the mere fact that a young man hailed from Hadleyburg was all the recommendation he needed when he went forth from his natal town to seek for responsible employment. But at last, in the drift of time, Hadleyburg had the ill luck to offend a passing stranger—possibly without knowing it, certainly without caring, for Hadleyburg was sufficient unto itself, and cared not a rap for strangers or their opinions.

Still, it would have been well to make an exception in this one’s case, for he was a bitter man, and revengeful. All through his wanderings during a whole year he kept his injury in mind, and gave all his leisure moments to trying to invent a compensating satisfaction for it. He contrived many plans, and all of them were good, but none of them was quite sweeping enough: the poorest of them would hurt a great many individuals, but what he wanted was a plan which would comprehend the entire town, and not let so much as one person escape unhurt. At last he had a fortunate idea, and when it fell into his brain it lit up his whole head with an evil joy.

[reader]
Page 2 Overview:

The page introduces a mysterious stranger who arrives in Hadleyburg with a plan to corrupt the town. He leaves a sack of gold coins at the home of the old bank cashier and attaches a paper explaining its purpose, causing the old lady to become worried about the safety of the money. The stranger reveals that he is a foreigner and will be returning to his own country.

[writer]
Page 2: He began to form a plan at once, saying to himself “That is the thing to do—I will corrupt the town.” Six months later he went to Hadleyburg, and arrived in a buggy at the house of the old cashier of the bank about ten at night. He got a sack out of the buggy, shouldered it, and staggered with it through the cottage yard, and knocked at the door. A woman’s voice said “Come in,” and he entered, and set his sack behind the stove in the parlour, saying politely to the old lady who sat reading the “Missionary Herald” by the lamp: “Pray keep your seat, madam, I will not disturb you. There—now it is pretty well concealed; one would hardly know it was there. Can I see your husband a moment, madam?” No, he was gone to Brixton, and might not return before morning. “Very well, madam, it is no matter.

I merely wanted to leave that sack in his care, to be delivered to the rightful owner when he shall be found. I am a stranger; he does not know me; I am merely passing through the town to-night to discharge a matter which has been long in my mind. My errand is now completed, and I go pleased and a little proud, and you will never see me again. There is a paper attached to the sack which will explain everything. Good-night, madam.” The old lady was afraid of the mysterious big stranger, and was glad to see him go. But her curiosity was roused, and she went straight to the sack and brought away the paper. It began as follows: “TO BE PUBLISHED, or, the right man sought out by private inquiry—either will answer.

This sack contains gold coin weighing a hundred and sixty pounds four ounces—” “Mercy on us, and the door not locked!” Mrs. Richards flew to it all in a tremble and locked it, then pulled down the window-shades and stood frightened, worried, and wondering if there was anything else she could do toward making herself and the money more safe. She listened awhile for burglars, then surrendered to curiosity, and went back to the lamp and finished reading the paper: “I am a foreigner, and am presently going back to my own country, to remain there permanently.

[reader]
Page 3 Overview:

The narrator expresses gratitude to America and a particular citizen of Hadleyburg who helped him when he was a ruined gambler. He wants to find this person and give him money as a gesture of gratitude, and outlines two options for how to conduct the search - privately or publicly.

[writer]
Page 3: I am grateful to America for what I have received at her hands during my long stay under her flag; and to one of her citizens—a citizen of Hadleyburg—I am especially grateful for a great kindness done me a year or two ago. Two great kindnesses in fact. I will explain. I was a gambler. I say I WAS. I was a ruined gambler. I arrived in this village at night, hungry and without a penny. I asked for help—in the dark; I was ashamed to beg in the light. I begged of the right man. He gave me twenty dollars—that is to say, he gave me life, as I considered it. He also gave me fortune; for out of that money I have made myself rich at the gaming-table. And finally, a remark which he made to me has remained with me to this day, and has at last conquered me; and in conquering has saved the remnant of my morals: I shall gamble no more.

Now I have no idea who that man was, but I want him found, and I want him to have this money, to give away, throw away, or keep, as he pleases. It is merely my way of testifying my gratitude to him. If I could stay, I would find him myself; but no matter, he will be found. This is an honest town, an incorruptible town, and I know I can trust it without fear. This man can be identified by the remark which he made to me; I feel persuaded that he will remember it. “And now my plan is this: If you prefer to conduct the inquiry privately, do so. Tell the contents of this present writing to any one who is likely to be the right man.

If he shall answer, ‘I am the man; the remark I made was so-and-so,’ apply the test—to wit: open the sack, and in it you will find a sealed envelope containing that remark. If the remark mentioned by the candidate tallies with it, give him the money, and ask no further questions, for he is certainly the right man. “But if you shall prefer a public inquiry, then publish this present writing in the local paper—with these instructions added, to wit: Thirty days from now, let the candidate appear at the town-hall at eight in the evening (Friday), and hand his remark, in a sealed envelope, to the Rev.

[reader]
Page 4 Overview:

Mrs. Richards muses about the enormous fortune that the mysterious benefactor has left for her and her husband, expressing regret that it was not her own husband who had performed the act of kindness. She is both excited and uneasy about the money, feeling that it is tainted and shouldn't be touched. Mr. Richards arrives home and expresses his weariness of their financial situation, but quickly shifts his mood and is intrigued to hear about the money-filled sack.

[writer]
Page 4: Mr. Burgess (if he will be kind enough to act); and let Mr. Burgess there and then destroy the seals of the sack, open it, and see if the remark is correct: if correct, let the money be delivered, with my sincere gratitude, to my benefactor thus identified.” Mrs. Richards sat down, gently quivering with excitement, and was soon lost in thinkings—after this pattern: “What a strange thing it is! ... And what a fortune for that kind man who set his bread afloat upon the waters! ... If it had only been my husband that did it!—for we are so poor, so old and poor! ...” Then, with a sigh—“But it was not my Edward; no, it was not he that gave a stranger twenty dollars. It is a pity too; I see it now... ” Then, with a shudder—“But it is gamblers’ money! the wages of sin; we couldn’t take it; we couldn’t touch it.

I don’t like to be near it; it seems a defilement.” She moved to a farther chair... “I wish Edward would come, and take it to the bank; a burglar might come at any moment; it is dreadful to be here all alone with it.” At eleven Mr. Richards arrived, and while his wife was saying “I am so glad you’ve come!” he was saying, “I am so tired—tired clear out; it is dreadful to be poor, and have to make these dismal journeys at my time of life.

Always at the grind, grind, grind, on a salary—another man’s slave, and he sitting at home in his slippers, rich and comfortable.” “I am so sorry for you, Edward, you know that; but be comforted; we have our livelihood; we have our good name—” “Yes, Mary, and that is everything. Don’t mind my talk—it’s just a moment’s irritation and doesn’t mean anything. Kiss me—there, it’s all gone now, and I am not complaining any more. What have you been getting? What’s in the sack?” Then his wife told him the great secret. It dazed him for a moment; then he said: “It weighs a hundred and sixty pounds?

[reader]
Page 5 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist, Edward, discovers that Mary has found a note claiming that someone in their village has left them a fortune of forty thousand dollars, sparking excitement and discussion between them about what they should do with the money. This page also introduces the idea of a mysterious citizen who gave a stranger twenty dollars.

[writer]
Page 5: Why, Mary, it’s for-ty thou-sand dollars—think of it—a whole fortune! Not ten men in this village are worth that much. Give me the paper.” He skimmed through it and said: “Isn’t it an adventure! Why, it’s a romance; it’s like the impossible things one reads about in books, and never sees in life.” He was well stirred up now; cheerful, even gleeful. He tapped his old wife on the cheek, and said humorously, “Why, we’re rich, Mary, rich; all we’ve got to do is to bury the money and burn the papers. If the gambler ever comes to inquire, we’ll merely look coldly upon him and say: ‘What is this nonsense you are talking?

We have never heard of you and your sack of gold before;’ and then he would look foolish, and—” “And in the meantime, while you are running on with your jokes, the money is still here, and it is fast getting along toward burglar-time.” “True. Very well, what shall we do—make the inquiry private? No, not that; it would spoil the romance. The public method is better. Think what a noise it will make! And it will make all the other towns jealous; for no stranger would trust such a thing to any town but Hadleyburg, and they know it. It’s a great card for us.

I must get to the printing-office now, or I shall be too late.” “But stop—stop—don’t leave me here alone with it, Edward!” But he was gone. For only a little while, however. Not far from his own house he met the editor—proprietor of the paper, and gave him the document, and said “Here is a good thing for you, Cox—put it in.” “It may be too late, Mr. Richards, but I’ll see.” At home again, he and his wife sat down to talk the charming mystery over; they were in no condition for sleep. The first question was, Who could the citizen have been who gave the stranger the twenty dollars?

[reader]
Page 6 Overview:

On this page, Richards and his wife discuss the town's hatred towards Barclay Goodson and Reverend Burgess. Richards reveals that he knows Burgess is innocent of a crime he was accused of, but he didn't have the courage to speak up and save him, causing tension between him and his wife.

[writer]
Page 6: It seemed a simple one; both answered it in the same breath— “Barclay Goodson.” “Yes,” said Richards, “he could have done it, and it would have been like him, but there’s not another in the town.” “Everybody will grant that, Edward—grant it privately, anyway. For six months, now, the village has been its own proper self once more—honest, narrow, self-righteous, and stingy.” “It is what he always called it, to the day of his death—said it right out publicly, too.” “Yes, and he was hated for it.” “Oh, of course; but he didn’t care. I reckon he was the best-hated man among us, except the Reverend Burgess.” “Well, Burgess deserves it—he will never get another congregation here. Mean as the town is, it knows how to estimate him. Edward, doesn’t it seem odd that the stranger should appoint Burgess to deliver the money?” “Well, yes—it does. That is—that is—” “Why so much that-is-ing?

Would you select him?” “Mary, maybe the stranger knows him better than this village does.” “Much that would help Burgess!” The husband seemed perplexed for an answer; the wife kept a steady eye upon him, and waited. Finally Richards said, with the hesitancy of one who is making a statement which is likely to encounter doubt, “Mary, Burgess is not a bad man.” His wife was certainly surprised. “Nonsense!” she exclaimed. “He is not a bad man. I know. The whole of his unpopularity had its foundation in that one thing—the thing that made so much noise.” “That ‘one thing,’ indeed! As if that ‘one thing’ wasn’t enough, all by itself.” “Plenty. Plenty.

Only he wasn’t guilty of it.” “How you talk! Not guilty of it! Everybody knows he was guilty.” “Mary, I give you my word—he was innocent.” “I can’t believe it and I don’t. How do you know?” “It is a confession. I am ashamed, but I will make it. I was the only man who knew he was innocent. I could have saved him, and—and—well, you know how the town was wrought up—I hadn’t the pluck to do it. It would have turned everybody against me. I felt mean, ever so mean; but I didn’t dare; I hadn’t the manliness to face that.” Mary looked troubled, and for a while was silent.

[reader]
Page 7 Overview:

On this page, Edward confesses to his wife that he had secretly warned their friend Burgess about a plan to harm him. Mary is relieved that Burgess doesn't suspect that Edward could have saved him, and they both express their gratitude for not betraying their friend.

[writer]
Page 7: Then she said stammeringly: “I—I don’t think it would have done for you to—to—One mustn’t—er—public opinion—one has to be so careful—so—” It was a difficult road, and she got mired; but after a little she got started again. “It was a great pity, but—Why, we couldn’t afford it, Edward—we couldn’t indeed. Oh, I wouldn’t have had you do it for anything!” “It would have lost us the good-will of so many people, Mary; and then—and then—” “What troubles me now is, what he thinks of us, Edward.” “He? He doesn’t suspect that I could have saved him.” “Oh,” exclaimed the wife, in a tone of relief, “I am glad of that. As long as he doesn’t know that you could have saved him, he—he—well that makes it a great deal better. Why, I might have known he didn’t know, because he is always trying to be friendly with us, as little encouragement as we give him.

More than once people have twitted me with it. There’s the Wilsons, and the Wilcoxes, and the Harknesses, they take a mean pleasure in saying ‘Your friend Burgess,’ because they know it pesters me. I wish he wouldn’t persist in liking us so; I can’t think why he keeps it up.” “I can explain it. It’s another confession. When the thing was new and hot, and the town made a plan to ride him on a rail, my conscience hurt me so that I couldn’t stand it, and I went privately and gave him notice, and he got out of the town and stayed out till it was safe to come back.” “Edward! If the town had found it out—” “Don’t!

It scares me yet, to think of it. I repented of it the minute it was done; and I was even afraid to tell you lest your face might betray it to somebody. I didn’t sleep any that night, for worrying. But after a few days I saw that no one was going to suspect me, and after that I got to feeling glad I did it. And I feel glad yet, Mary—glad through and through.” “So do I, now, for it would have been a dreadful way to treat him. Yes, I’m glad; for really you did owe him that, you know.

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Page 8 Overview:

On this page, the conversation between Edward and Mary focuses on the false accusation made against Goodson and how it saved Edward and Mary from being implicated in a crime. The couple then shifts their attention back to the gold-sack mystery, but both become lost in their thoughts, with Edward eventually leaving the house without saying a word. Mary is left alone, brooding with a troubled expression.

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Page 8: But, Edward, suppose it should come out yet, some day!” “It won’t.” “Why?” “Because everybody thinks it was Goodson.” “Of course they would!” “Certainly. And of course he didn’t care. They persuaded poor old Sawlsberry to go and charge it on him, and he went blustering over there and did it. Goodson looked him over, like as if he was hunting for a place on him that he could despise the most; then he says, ‘So you are the Committee of Inquiry, are you?’ Sawlsberry said that was about what he was. ‘H’m. Do they require particulars, or do you reckon a kind of a general answer will do?’ ‘If they require particulars, I will come back, Mr. Goodson; I will take the general answer first.’ ‘Very well, then, tell them to go to hell—I reckon that’s general enough.

And I’ll give you some advice, Sawlsberry; when you come back for the particulars, fetch a basket to carry what is left of yourself home in.’” “Just like Goodson; it’s got all the marks. He had only one vanity; he thought he could give advice better than any other person.” “It settled the business, and saved us, Mary. The subject was dropped.” “Bless you, I’m not doubting that.” Then they took up the gold-sack mystery again, with strong interest. Soon the conversation began to suffer breaks—interruptions caused by absorbed thinkings. The breaks grew more and more frequent. At last Richards lost himself wholly in thought.

He sat long, gazing vacantly at the floor, and by-and-by he began to punctuate his thoughts with little nervous movements of his hands that seemed to indicate vexation. Meantime his wife too had relapsed into a thoughtful silence, and her movements were beginning to show a troubled discomfort. Finally Richards got up and strode aimlessly about the room, ploughing his hands through his hair, much as a somnambulist might do who was having a bad dream. Then he seemed to arrive at a definite purpose; and without a word he put on his hat and passed quickly out of the house. His wife sat brooding, with a drawn face, and did not seem to be aware that she was alone.

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Page 9 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist has a series of anxious thoughts about a person called Goodson, who may be too late to help them. The protagonist also expresses guilt and fascination with the idea of doing something morally questionable. Meanwhile, Cox and his wife discuss the strange occurrence and become increasingly anxious themselves.

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Page 9: Now and then she murmured, “Lead us not into t ... but—but—we are so poor, so poor! ... Lead us not into.... Ah, who would be hurt by it?—and no one would ever know.... Lead us.... ” The voice died out in mumblings. After a little she glanced up and muttered in a half-frightened, half-glad way— “He is gone! But, oh dear, he may be too late—too late.... Maybe not—maybe there is still time.” She rose and stood thinking, nervously clasping and unclasping her hands.

A slight shudder shook her frame, and she said, out of a dry throat, “God forgive me—it’s awful to think such things—but.... Lord, how we are made—how strangely we are made!” She turned the light low, and slipped stealthily over and knelt down by the sack and felt of its ridgy sides with her hands, and fondled them lovingly; and there was a gloating light in her poor old eyes.

She fell into fits of absence; and came half out of them at times to mutter “If we had only waited!—oh, if we had only waited a little, and not been in such a hurry!” Meantime Cox had gone home from his office and told his wife all about the strange thing that had happened, and they had talked it over eagerly, and guessed that the late Goodson was the only man in the town who could have helped a suffering stranger with so noble a sum as twenty dollars. Then there was a pause, and the two became thoughtful and silent. And by-and-by nervous and fidgety.

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Page 10 Overview:

On this page, Mr. and Mrs. Cox discuss a secret that only they and the Richardses know while Mr. Cox contemplates a course of action. Later, Mr. Cox encounters Mr. Richards and they realize that it is too late to stop the early mail delivery, causing disappointment and frustration for both men. They part ways, feeling defeated and dejected.

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Page 10: At last the wife said, as if to herself, “Nobody knows this secret but the Richardses ... and us ... nobody.” The husband came out of his thinkings with a slight start, and gazed wistfully at his wife, whose face was become very pale; then he hesitatingly rose, and glanced furtively at his hat, then at his wife—a sort of mute inquiry. Mrs. Cox swallowed once or twice, with her hand at her throat, then in place of speech she nodded her head. In a moment she was alone, and mumbling to herself. And now Richards and Cox were hurrying through the deserted streets, from opposite directions. They met, panting, at the foot of the printing-office stairs; by the night-light there they read each other’s face.

Cox whispered: “Nobody knows about this but us?” The whispered answer was: “Not a soul—on honour, not a soul!” “If it isn’t too late to—” The men were starting up-stairs; at this moment they were overtaken by a boy, and Cox asked, “Is that you, Johnny?” “Yes, sir.” “You needn’t ship the early mail—nor any mail; wait till I tell you.” “It’s already gone, sir.” “Gone?” It had the sound of an unspeakable disappointment in it. “Yes, sir. Time-table for Brixton and all the towns beyond changed to-day, sir—had to get the papers in twenty minutes earlier than common.

I had to rush; if I had been two minutes later—” The men turned and walked slowly away, not waiting to hear the rest. Neither of them spoke during ten minutes; then Cox said, in a vexed tone, “What possessed you to be in such a hurry, I can’t make out.” The answer was humble enough: “I see it now, but somehow I never thought, you know, until it was too late. But the next time—” “Next time be hanged! It won’t come in a thousand years.” Then the friends separated without a good-night, and dragged themselves home with the gait of mortally stricken men.

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Page 11 Overview:

On this page, Mrs. Richards and her husband, Edward, have a heated discussion about the consequences of Edward publicly sharing the secret that they were entrusted with. Mrs. Richards expresses her disapproval and blames Edward for interfering with "the designs of Providence."

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Page 11: At their homes their wives sprang up with an eager “Well?”—then saw the answer with their eyes and sank down sorrowing, without waiting for it to come in words. In both houses a discussion followed of a heated sort—a new thing; there had been discussions before, but not heated ones, not ungentle ones. The discussions to-night were a sort of seeming plagiarisms of each other. Mrs. Richards said: “If you had only waited, Edward—if you had only stopped to think; but no, you must run straight to the printing-office and spread it all over the world.” “It said publish it.” “That is nothing; it also said do it privately, if you liked.

There, now—is that true, or not?” “Why, yes—yes, it is true; but when I thought what a stir it would make, and what a compliment it was to Hadleyburg that a stranger should trust it so—” “Oh, certainly, I know all that; but if you had only stopped to think, you would have seen that you couldn’t find the right man, because he is in his grave, and hasn’t left chick nor child nor relation behind him; and as long as the money went to somebody that awfully needed it, and nobody would be hurt by it, and—and—” She broke down, crying.

Her husband tried to think of some comforting thing to say, and presently came out with this: “But after all, Mary, it must be for the best—it must be; we know that. And we must remember that it was so ordered—” “Ordered! Oh, everything’s ordered, when a person has to find some way out when he has been stupid. Just the same, it was ordered that the money should come to us in this special way, and it was you that must take it on yourself to go meddling with the designs of Providence—and who gave you the right?

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Page 12 Overview:

On this page, the characters Mary and Edward have a conversation about their honesty and the temptation they have faced. They both question the true nature of the town's honesty and wonder about the remark made by Goodson to the stranger. They decide to stay awake and wait for the bank vault to open, reflecting on their mistake.

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Page 12: It was wicked, that is what it was—just blasphemous presumption, and no more becoming to a meek and humble professor of—” “But, Mary, you know how we have been trained all our lives long, like the whole village, till it is absolutely second nature to us to stop not a single moment to think when there’s an honest thing to be done—” “Oh, I know it, I know it—it’s been one everlasting training and training and training in honesty—honesty shielded, from the very cradle, against every possible temptation, and so it’s artificial honesty, and weak as water when temptation comes, as we have seen this night. God knows I never had shade nor shadow of a doubt of my petrified and indestructible honesty until now—and now, under the very first big and real temptation, I—Edward, it is my belief that this town’s honesty is as rotten as mine is; as rotten as yours. It is a mean town, a hard, stingy town, and hasn’t a virtue in the world but this honesty it is so celebrated for and so conceited about; and so help me, I do believe that if ever the day comes that its honesty falls under great temptation, its grand reputation will go to ruin like a house of cards. There, now, I’ve made confession, and I feel better; I am a humbug, and I’ve been one all my life, without knowing it.

Let no man call me honest again—I will not have it.” “I—Well, Mary, I feel a good deal as you do: I certainly do. It seems strange, too, so strange. I never could have believed it—never.” A long silence followed; both were sunk in thought. At last the wife looked up and said: “I know what you are thinking, Edward.” Richards had the embarrassed look of a person who is caught. “I am ashamed to confess it, Mary, but—” “It’s no matter, Edward, I was thinking the same question myself.” “I hope so. State it.” “You were thinking, if a body could only guess out what the remark was that Goodson made to the stranger.” “It’s perfectly true. I feel guilty and ashamed.

And you?” “I’m past it. Let us make a pallet here; we’ve got to stand watch till the bank vault opens in the morning and admits the sack... Oh dear, oh dear—if we hadn’t made the mistake!” The pallet was made, and Mary said: “The open sesame—what could it have been? I do wonder what that remark could have been.

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Page 13 Overview:

After the Coxes reconcile their spat, they go to bed but cannot sleep. They toss and worry about the golden remark that Goodson made to the stranded derelict, worth $40,000. The foreman of Cox's paper, who represents the Associated Press, sends a dispatch about the incident, resulting in Hadleyburg becoming world-famous and its citizens feeling proud and vainglorious.

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Page 13: But come; we will get to bed now.” “And sleep?” “No; think.” “Yes; think.” By this time the Coxes too had completed their spat and their reconciliation, and were turning in—to think, to think, and toss, and fret, and worry over what the remark could possibly have been which Goodson made to the stranded derelict; that golden remark; that remark worth forty thousand dollars, cash. The reason that the village telegraph-office was open later than usual that night was this: The foreman of Cox’s paper was the local representative of the Associated Press. One might say its honorary representative, for it wasn’t four times a year that he could furnish thirty words that would be accepted. But this time it was different. His despatch stating what he had caught got an instant answer: “Send the whole thing—all the details—twelve hundred words.” A colossal order! The foreman filled the bill; and he was the proudest man in the State.

By breakfast-time the next morning the name of Hadleyburg the Incorruptible was on every lip in America, from Montreal to the Gulf, from the glaciers of Alaska to the orange-groves of Florida; and millions and millions of people were discussing the stranger and his money-sack, and wondering if the right man would be found, and hoping some more news about the matter would come soon—right away. Hadleyburg village woke up world-celebrated—astonished—happy—vain. Vain beyond imagination.

Its nineteen principal citizens and their wives went about shaking hands with each other, and beaming, and smiling, and congratulating, and saying this thing adds a new word to the dictionary—Hadleyburg, synonym for incorruptible—destined to live in dictionaries for ever! And the minor and unimportant citizens and their wives went around acting in much the same way.

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Page 14 Overview:

After the discovery of the gold-sack, news quickly spreads and reporters arrive to document the event, creating drawings and portraits of the town and its people. The initial excitement and pride gradually give way to a sense of sadness and unease, with people becoming moody and absent-minded. A recurring question about something Goodson said plagues the minds of the town's men, causing discomfort and silence among the wives.

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Page 14: Everybody ran to the bank to see the gold-sack; and before noon grieved and envious crowds began to flock in from Brixton and all neighbouring towns; and that afternoon and next day reporters began to arrive from everywhere to verify the sack and its history and write the whole thing up anew, and make dashing free-hand pictures of the sack, and of Richards’s house, and the bank, and the Presbyterian church, and the Baptist church, and the public square, and the town-hall where the test would be applied and the money delivered; and damnable portraits of the Richardses, and Pinkerton the banker, and Cox, and the foreman, and Reverend Burgess, and the postmaster—and even of Jack Halliday, who was the loafing, good-natured, no-account, irreverent fisherman, hunter, boys’ friend, stray-dogs’ friend, typical “Sam Lawson” of the town. The little mean, smirking, oily Pinkerton showed the sack to all comers, and rubbed his sleek palms together pleasantly, and enlarged upon the town’s fine old reputation for honesty and upon this wonderful endorsement of it, and hoped and believed that the example would now spread far and wide over the American world, and be epoch-making in the matter of moral regeneration. And so on, and so on. By the end of a week things had quieted down again; the wild intoxication of pride and joy had sobered to a soft, sweet, silent delight—a sort of deep, nameless, unutterable content. All faces bore a look of peaceful, holy happiness. Then a change came.

It was a gradual change; so gradual that its beginnings were hardly noticed; maybe were not noticed at all, except by Jack Halliday, who always noticed everything; and always made fun of it, too, no matter what it was. He began to throw out chaffing remarks about people not looking quite so happy as they did a day or two ago; and next he claimed that the new aspect was deepening to positive sadness; next, that it was taking on a sick look; and finally he said that everybody was become so moody, thoughtful, and absent-minded that he could rob the meanest man in town of a cent out of the bottom of his breeches pocket and not disturb his reverie.

At this stage—or at about this stage—a saying like this was dropped at bedtime—with a sigh, usually—by the head of each of the nineteen principal households: “Ah, what could have been the remark that Goodson made?” And straightway—with a shudder—came this, from the man’s wife: “Oh, don’t! What horrible thing are you mulling in your mind? Put it away from you, for God’s sake!” But that question was wrung from those men again the next night—and got the same retort. But weaker. And the third night the men uttered the question yet again—with anguish, and absently. This time—and the following night—the wives fidgeted feebly, and tried to say something. But didn’t.

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Page 15 Overview:

On this page, the residents of the village are described as desolate and silent, lacking any joy or laughter. Richards and his wife, who used to have lively evenings, are now miserable and thinking about their predicament. However, their despair is interrupted when a letter arrives, revealing important information about a past event in Mexico.

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Page 15: And the night after that they found their tongues and responded—longingly: “Oh, if we could only guess!” Halliday’s comments grew daily more and more sparklingly disagreeable and disparaging. He went diligently about, laughing at the town, individually and in mass. But his laugh was the only one left in the village: it fell upon a hollow and mournful vacancy and emptiness. Not even a smile was findable anywhere. Halliday carried a cigar-box around on a tripod, playing that it was a camera, and halted all passers and aimed the thing and said “Ready!—now look pleasant, please,” but not even this capital joke could surprise the dreary faces into any softening. So three weeks passed—one week was left. It was Saturday evening after supper. Instead of the aforetime Saturday-evening flutter and bustle and shopping and larking, the streets were empty and desolate.

Richards and his old wife sat apart in their little parlour—miserable and thinking. This was become their evening habit now: the life-long habit which had preceded it, of reading, knitting, and contented chat, or receiving or paying neighbourly calls, was dead and gone and forgotten, ages ago—two or three weeks ago; nobody talked now, nobody read, nobody visited—the whole village sat at home, sighing, worrying, silent. Trying to guess out that remark. The postman left a letter. Richards glanced listlessly at the superscription and the post-mark—unfamiliar, both—and tossed the letter on the table and resumed his might-have-beens and his hopeless dull miseries where he had left them off.

Two or three hours later his wife got wearily up and was going away to bed without a good-night—custom now—but she stopped near the letter and eyed it awhile with a dead interest, then broke it open, and began to skim it over. Richards, sitting there with his chair tilted back against the wall and his chin between his knees, heard something fall. It was his wife. He sprang to her side, but she cried out: “Leave me alone, I am too happy. Read the letter—read it!” He did. He devoured it, his brain reeling. The letter was from a distant State, and it said: “I am a stranger to you, but no matter: I have something to tell. I have just arrived home from Mexico, and learned about that episode.

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Page 16 Overview:
The narrator reveals that the person who made the remark about Hadleyburg's honesty was Goodson, and recounts a conversation they had about the town and its citizens. Goodson expresses his dislike for everyone except the protagonist, who had apparently done Goodson a great service, making them the rightful heir to Goodson's fortune.

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Page 16: Of course you do not know who made that remark, but I know, and I am the only person living who does know. It was GOODSON. I knew him well, many years ago. I passed through your village that very night, and was his guest till the midnight train came along. I overheard him make that remark to the stranger in the dark—it was in Hale Alley. He and I talked of it the rest of the way home, and while smoking in his house. He mentioned many of your villagers in the course of his talk—most of them in a very uncomplimentary way, but two or three favourably: among these latter yourself. I say ‘favourably’—nothing stronger.

I remember his saying he did not actually LIKE any person in the town—not one; but that you—I THINK he said you—am almost sure—had done him a very great service once, possibly without knowing the full value of it, and he wished he had a fortune, he would leave it to you when he died, and a curse apiece for the rest of the citizens. Now, then, if it was you that did him that service, you are his legitimate heir, and entitled to the sack of gold.

I know that I can trust to your honour and honesty, for in a citizen of Hadleyburg these virtues are an unfailing inheritance, and so I am going to reveal to you the remark, well satisfied that if you are not the right man you will seek and find the right one and see that poor Goodson’s debt of gratitude for the service referred to is paid.

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Page 17 Overview:

On this page, Edward and Mary celebrate the fact that they now have the money, and Edward is no longer enslaved to Pinkerton and his bank. They reminisce about the good old days and discuss the service Edward did for Goodson, which Edward is trying to remember. Despite some tension regarding Edward's promise to keep the service a secret, they ultimately decide to let it rest and focus on being happy.

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Page 17: This is the remark ‘YOU ARE FAR FROM BEING A BAD MAN: GO, AND REFORM.’ “HOWARD L. STEPHENSON.” “Oh, Edward, the money is ours, and I am so grateful, oh, so grateful,—kiss me, dear, it’s for ever since we kissed—and we needed it so—the money—and now you are free of Pinkerton and his bank, and nobody’s slave any more; it seems to me I could fly for joy.” It was a happy half-hour that the couple spent there on the settee caressing each other; it was the old days come again—days that had begun with their courtship and lasted without a break till the stranger brought the deadly money. By-and-by the wife said: “Oh, Edward, how lucky it was you did him that grand service, poor Goodson! I never liked him, but I love him now. And it was fine and beautiful of you never to mention it or brag about it.” Then, with a touch of reproach, “But you ought to have told me, Edward, you ought to have told your wife, you know.” “Well, I—er—well, Mary, you see—” “Now stop hemming and hawing, and tell me about it, Edward. I always loved you, and now I’m proud of you.

Everybody believes there was only one good generous soul in this village, and now it turns out that you—Edward, why don’t you tell me?” “Well—er—er—Why, Mary, I can’t!” “You can’t? Why can’t you?” “You see, he—well, he—he made me promise I wouldn’t.” The wife looked him over, and said, very slowly: “Made—you—promise? Edward, what do you tell me that for?” “Mary, do you think I would lie?” She was troubled and silent for a moment, then she laid her hand within his and said: “No ... no. We have wandered far enough from our bearings—God spare us that! In all your life you have never uttered a lie.

But now—now that the foundations of things seem to be crumbling from under us, we—we—” She lost her voice for a moment, then said, brokenly, “Lead us not into temptation. . . I think you made the promise, Edward. Let it rest so. Let us keep away from that ground. Now—that is all gone by; let us he happy again; it is no time for clouds.” Edward found it something of an effort to comply, for his mind kept wandering—trying to remember what the service was that he had done Goodson. The couple lay awake the most of the night, Mary happy and busy, Edward busy, but not so happy. Mary was planning what she would do with the money. Edward was trying to recall that service.

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Page 18 Overview:

On this page, Richards reflects on the lie he told Mary and wonders if it really matters, considering people always act lies. He finds comfort in the fact that he has proof of the service he rendered, but still feels unsettled about the details of the service and continues to think about it.

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Page 18: At first his conscience was sore on account of the lie he had told Mary—if it was a lie. After much reflection—suppose it was a lie? What then? Was it such a great matter? Aren’t we always acting lies? Then why not tell them? Look at Mary—look what she had done. While he was hurrying off on his honest errand, what was she doing? Lamenting because the papers hadn’t been destroyed and the money kept. Is theft better than lying? That point lost its sting—the lie dropped into the background and left comfort behind it. The next point came to the front: had he rendered that service? Well, here was Goodson’s own evidence as reported in Stephenson’s letter; there could be no better evidence than that—it was even proof that he had rendered it. Of course. So that point was settled. . . No, not quite.

He recalled with a wince that this unknown Mr. Stephenson was just a trifle unsure as to whether the performer of it was Richards or some other—and, oh dear, he had put Richards on his honour! He must himself decide whither that money must go—and Mr. Stephenson was not doubting that if he was the wrong man he would go honourably and find the right one. Oh, it was odious to put a man in such a situation—ah, why couldn’t Stephenson have left out that doubt? What did he want to intrude that for? Further reflection. How did it happen that Richards’s name remained in Stephenson’s mind as indicating the right man, and not some other man’s name? That looked good. Yes, that looked very good.

In fact it went on looking better and better, straight along—until by-and-by it grew into positive proof. And then Richards put the matter at once out of his mind, for he had a private instinct that a proof once established is better left so. He was feeling reasonably comfortable now, but there was still one other detail that kept pushing itself on his notice: of course he had done that service—that was settled; but what was that service? He must recall it—he would not go to sleep till he had recalled it; it would make his peace of mind perfect. And so he thought and thought.

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Page 19 Overview:

The protagonist, Richards, reflects on the different ways he may have provided a valuable service to Goodson, considering the possibilities of saving his soul, property, or life. He recalls his failed attempts at converting Goodson and imagines various perilous scenarios where he tries to save his life.

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Page 19: He thought of a dozen things—possible services, even probable services—but none of them seemed adequate, none of them seemed large enough, none of them seemed worth the money—worth the fortune Goodson had wished he could leave in his will. And besides, he couldn’t remember having done them, anyway. Now, then—now, then—what kind of a service would it be that would make a man so inordinately grateful? Ah—the saving of his soul! That must be it. Yes, he could remember, now, how he once set himself the task of converting Goodson, and laboured at it as much as—he was going to say three months; but upon closer examination it shrunk to a month, then to a week, then to a day, then to nothing. Yes, he remembered now, and with unwelcome vividness, that Goodson had told him to go to thunder and mind his own business—he wasn’t hankering to follow Hadleyburg to heaven!

So that solution was a failure—he hadn’t saved Goodson’s soul. Richards was discouraged. Then after a little came another idea: had he saved Goodson’s property? No, that wouldn’t do—he hadn’t any. His life? That is it! Of course. Why, he might have thought of it before. This time he was on the right track, sure. His imagination-mill was hard at work in a minute, now. Thereafter, during a stretch of two exhausting hours, he was busy saving Goodson’s life. He saved it in all kinds of difficult and perilous ways.

In every case he got it saved satisfactorily up to a certain point; then, just as he was beginning to get well persuaded that it had really happened, a troublesome detail would turn up which made the whole thing impossible. As in the matter of drowning, for instance.

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Page 20 Overview:

On this page, Richards recalls a past incident where he believes he saved Goodson from marrying a woman with "negro blood," and realizes that this could be the "inconspicuous service" he rendered without knowing its value. He remembers feeling grateful when Goodson expressed his gratitude in the past. The page also mentions that Mary spent money on a new house and slippers before going to sleep, and that each of the town's principal citizens received identical letters with different envelopes and handwriting.

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Page 20: In that case he had swum out and tugged Goodson ashore in an unconscious state with a great crowd looking on and applauding, but when he had got it all thought out and was just beginning to remember all about it, a whole swarm of disqualifying details arrived on the ground: the town would have known of the circumstance, Mary would have known of it, it would glare like a limelight in his own memory instead of being an inconspicuous service which he had possibly rendered “without knowing its full value.” And at this point he remembered that he couldn’t swim anyway. Ah—there was a point which he had been overlooking from the start: it had to be a service which he had rendered “possibly without knowing the full value of it.” Why, really, that ought to be an easy hunt—much easier than those others. And sure enough, by-and-by he found it. Goodson, years and years ago, came near marrying a very sweet and pretty girl, named Nancy Hewitt, but in some way or other the match had been broken off; the girl died, Goodson remained a bachelor, and by-and-by became a soured one and a frank despiser of the human species. Soon after the girl’s death the village found out, or thought it had found out, that she carried a spoonful of negro blood in her veins.

Richards worked at these details a good while, and in the end he thought he remembered things concerning them which must have gotten mislaid in his memory through long neglect. He seemed to dimly remember that it was he that found out about the negro blood; that it was he that told the village; that the village told Goodson where they got it; that he thus saved Goodson from marrying the tainted girl; that he had done him this great service “without knowing the full value of it,” in fact without knowing that he was doing it; but that Goodson knew the value of it, and what a narrow escape he had had, and so went to his grave grateful to his benefactor and wishing he had a fortune to leave him.

It was all clear and simple, now, and the more he went over it the more luminous and certain it grew; and at last, when he nestled to sleep, satisfied and happy, he remembered the whole thing just as if it had been yesterday. In fact, he dimly remembered Goodson’s telling him his gratitude once. Meantime Mary had spent six thousand dollars on a new house for herself and a pair of slippers for her pastor, and then had fallen peacefully to rest. That same Saturday evening the postman had delivered a letter to each of the other principal citizens—nineteen letters in all. No two of the envelopes were alike, and no two of the superscriptions were in the same hand, but the letters inside were just like each other in every detail but one.

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Page 21 Overview:

On this page, it is revealed that the citizens of Hadleyburg have received identical letters signed by Stephenson, leading them to reflect on any notable service they may have inadvertently done for Barclay Goodson. Meanwhile, the wives of these citizens spend a large portion of the money they received, bringing a sense of peace and happiness to the town. Jack Halliday, however, is unable to determine the cause of this happiness and is left feeling dissatisfied.

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Page 21: They were exact copies of the letter received by Richards—handwriting and all—and were all signed by Stephenson, but in place of Richards’s name each receiver’s own name appeared. All night long eighteen principal citizens did what their caste-brother Richards was doing at the same time—they put in their energies trying to remember what notable service it was that they had unconsciously done Barclay Goodson. In no case was it a holiday job; still they succeeded. And while they were at this work, which was difficult, their wives put in the night spending the money, which was easy. During that one night the nineteen wives spent an average of seven thousand dollars each out of the forty thousand in the sack—a hundred and thirty-three thousand altogether. Next day there was a surprise for Jack Halliday. He noticed that the faces of the nineteen chief citizens and their wives bore that expression of peaceful and holy happiness again.

He could not understand it, neither was he able to invent any remarks about it that could damage it or disturb it. And so it was his turn to be dissatisfied with life. His private guesses at the reasons for the happiness failed in all instances, upon examination. When he met Mrs. Wilcox and noticed the placid ecstasy in her face, he said to himself, “Her cat has had kittens”—and went and asked the cook; it was not so, the cook had detected the happiness, but did not know the cause. When Halliday found the duplicate ecstasy in the face of “Shadbelly” Billson (village nickname), he was sure some neighbour of Billson’s had broken his leg, but inquiry showed that this had not happened.

The subdued ecstasy in Gregory Yates’s face could mean but one thing—he was a mother-in-law short; it was another mistake. “And Pinkerton—Pinkerton—he has collected ten cents that he thought he was going to lose.” And so on, and so on. In some cases the guesses had to remain in doubt, in the others they proved distinct errors. In the end Halliday said to himself, “Anyway it roots up that there’s nineteen Hadleyburg families temporarily in heaven: I don’t know how it happened; I only know Providence is off duty to-day.” An architect and builder from the next State had lately ventured to set up a small business in this unpromising village, and his sign had now been hanging out a week.

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Page 22 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist, Halliday, receives invitations from several wealthy citizens to discuss potential building projects, and as a result, he writes to his daughter to break off her engagement. The Wilsons plan a fancy-dress ball, and there is a growing sense of anxiety among the nineteen individuals, as the bill of their future spending rises and some begin to spend on credit.

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Page 22: Not a customer yet; he was a discouraged man, and sorry he had come. But his weather changed suddenly now. First one and then another chief citizen’s wife said to him privately: “Come to my house Monday week—but say nothing about it for the present. We think of building.” He got eleven invitations that day. That night he wrote his daughter and broke off her match with her student. He said she could marry a mile higher than that. Pinkerton the banker and two or three other well-to-do men planned country-seats—but waited. That kind don’t count their chickens until they are hatched. The Wilsons devised a grand new thing—a fancy-dress ball.

They made no actual promises, but told all their acquaintanceship in confidence that they were thinking the matter over and thought they should give it—“and if we do, you will be invited, of course.” People were surprised, and said, one to another, “Why, they are crazy, those poor Wilsons, they can’t afford it.” Several among the nineteen said privately to their husbands, “It is a good idea, we will keep still till their cheap thing is over, then we will give one that will make it sick.” The days drifted along, and the bill of future squanderings rose higher and higher, wilder and wilder, more and more foolish and reckless.

It began to look as if every member of the nineteen would not only spend his whole forty thousand dollars before receiving-day, but be actually in debt by the time he got the money. In some cases light-headed people did not stop with planning to spend, they really spent—on credit. They bought land, mortgages, farms, speculative stocks, fine clothes, horses, and various other things, paid down the bonus, and made themselves liable for the rest—at ten days. Presently the sober second thought came, and Halliday noticed that a ghastly anxiety was beginning to show up in a good many faces. Again he was puzzled, and didn’t know what to make of it.

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Page 23 Overview:

On this page, the narrator mentions the confusion surrounding the mysterious events happening in the town, including people following the Reverend Mr. Burgess and handing him envelopes. On the day of the town-hall event, the hall is impressively decorated with flags to impress the stranger, and the house is full with a well-dressed audience. The gold-sack is prominently displayed on a table at the front of the platform.

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Page 23: “The Wilcox kittens aren’t dead, for they weren’t born; nobody’s broken a leg; there’s no shrinkage in mother-in-laws; nothing has happened—it is an insolvable mystery.” There was another puzzled man, too—the Rev. Mr. Burgess. For days, wherever he went, people seemed to follow him or to be watching out for him; and if he ever found himself in a retired spot, a member of the nineteen would be sure to appear, thrust an envelope privately into his hand, whisper “To be opened at the town-hall Friday evening,” then vanish away like a guilty thing. He was expecting that there might be one claimant for the sack—doubtful, however, Goodson being dead—but it never occurred to him that all this crowd might be claimants. When the great Friday came at last, he found that he had nineteen envelopes. The town-hall had never looked finer.

The platform at the end of it was backed by a showy draping of flags; at intervals along the walls were festoons of flags; the gallery fronts were clothed in flags; the supporting columns were swathed in flags; all this was to impress the stranger, for he would be there in considerable force, and in a large degree he would be connected with the press. The house was full. The 412 fixed seats were occupied; also the 68 extra chairs which had been packed into the aisles; the steps of the platform were occupied; some distinguished strangers were given seats on the platform; at the horseshoe of tables which fenced the front and sides of the platform sat a strong force of special correspondents who had come from everywhere. It was the best-dressed house the town had ever produced.

There were some tolerably expensive toilets there, and in several cases the ladies who wore them had the look of being unfamiliar with that kind of clothes. At least the town thought they had that look, but the notion could have arisen from the town’s knowledge of the fact that these ladies had never inhabited such clothes before. The gold-sack stood on a little table at the front of the platform where all the house could see it.

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Page 24 Overview:

On this page, the Rev. Mr. Burgess delivers a speech in which he praises the town of Hadleyburg for its reputation of honesty and emphasizes the individual responsibility of each resident to maintain this reputation. The speech is met with applause and enthusiasm from the audience.

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Page 24: The bulk of the house gazed at it with a burning interest, a mouth-watering interest, a wistful and pathetic interest; a minority of nineteen couples gazed at it tenderly, lovingly, proprietarily, and the male half of this minority kept saying over to themselves the moving little impromptu speeches of thankfulness for the audience’s applause and congratulations which they were presently going to get up and deliver. Every now and then one of these got a piece of paper out of his vest pocket and privately glanced at it to refresh his memory. Of course there was a buzz of conversation going on—there always is; but at last, when the Rev. Mr. Burgess rose and laid his hand on the sack, he could hear his microbes gnaw, the place was so still. He related the curious history of the sack, then went on to speak in warm terms of Hadleyburg’s old and well-earned reputation for spotless honesty, and of the town’s just pride in this reputation.

He said that this reputation was a treasure of priceless value; that under Providence its value had now become inestimably enhanced, for the recent episode had spread this fame far and wide, and thus had focussed the eyes of the American world upon this village, and made its name for all time, as he hoped and believed, a synonym for commercial incorruptibility. [Applause.] “And who is to be the guardian of this noble fame—the community as a whole? No! The responsibility is individual, not communal. From this day forth each and every one of you is in his own person its special guardian, and individually responsible that no harm shall come to it. Do you—does each of you—accept this great trust? [Tumultuous assent.] Then all is well.

Transmit it to your children and to your children’s children. To-day your purity is beyond reproach—see to it that it shall remain so. To-day there is not a person in your community who could be beguiled to touch a penny not his own—see to it that you abide in this grace. [“We will! we will!”] This is not the place to make comparisons between ourselves and other communities—some of them ungracious towards us; they have their ways, we have ours; let us be content. [Applause.] I am done. Under my hand, my friends, rests a stranger’s eloquent recognition of what we are; through him the world will always henceforth know what we are.

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Page 25 Overview:

In this scene, Mr. Burgess reads a slip of paper that contains a quote of a remark he made to a stranger in distress. The house, expecting applause, becomes surprised and skeptical when it is revealed that the recipient of the sack of gold is Deacon Billson.

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Page 25: We do not know who he is, but in your name I utter your gratitude, and ask you to raise your voices in indorsement.” The house rose in a body and made the walls quake with the thunders of its thankfulness for the space of a long minute. Then it sat down, and Mr. Burgess took an envelope out of his pocket. The house held its breath while he slit the envelope open and took from it a slip of paper.

He read its contents—slowly and impressively—the audience listening with tranced attention to this magic document, each of whose words stood for an ingot of gold: “‘The remark which I made to the distressed stranger was this: “You are very far from being a bad man; go, and reform.”’” Then he continued:—“We shall know in a moment now whether the remark here quoted corresponds with the one concealed in the sack; and if that shall prove to be so—and it undoubtedly will—this sack of gold belongs to a fellow-citizen who will henceforth stand before the nation as the symbol of the special virtue which has made our town famous throughout the land—Mr.

Billson!” The house had gotten itself all ready to burst into the proper tornado of applause; but instead of doing it, it seemed stricken with a paralysis; there was a deep hush for a moment or two, then a wave of whispered murmurs swept the place—of about this tenor: “Billson! oh, come, this is too thin! Twenty dollars to a stranger—or anybody—Billson! Tell it to the marines!” And now at this point the house caught its breath all of a sudden in a new access of astonishment, for it discovered that whereas in one part of the hall Deacon Billson was standing up with his head meekly bowed, in another part of it Lawyer Wilson was doing the same. There was a wondering silence now for a while.

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Page 26 Overview:

A heated exchange occurs between Billson and Wilson during a parliamentary session when they both claim to have written the same paper. The Chair is called upon to read the name signed to the paper, which ignites further accusations and confusion among the attendees. Burgess, the Chair, attempts to maintain order and finds himself in possession of an envelope that may hold the key to resolving the dispute.

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Page 26: Everybody was puzzled, and nineteen couples were surprised and indignant. Billson and Wilson turned and stared at each other. Billson asked, bitingly: “Why do you rise, Mr. Wilson?” “Because I have a right to. Perhaps you will be good enough to explain to the house why you rise.” “With great pleasure. Because I wrote that paper.” “It is an impudent falsity! I wrote it myself.” It was Burgess’s turn to be paralysed. He stood looking vacantly at first one of the men and then the other, and did not seem to know what to do. The house was stupefied.

Lawyer Wilson spoke up now, and said: “I ask the Chair to read the name signed to that paper.” That brought the Chair to itself, and it read out the name: “John Wharton Billson.” “There!” shouted Billson, “what have you got to say for yourself now? And what kind of apology are you going to make to me and to this insulted house for the imposture which you have attempted to play here?” “No apologies are due, sir; and as for the rest of it, I publicly charge you with pilfering my note from Mr. Burgess and substituting a copy of it signed with your own name.

There is no other way by which you could have gotten hold of the test-remark; I alone, of living men, possessed the secret of its wording.” There was likely to be a scandalous state of things if this went on; everybody noticed with distress that the shorthand scribes were scribbling like mad; many people were crying “Chair, chair! Order! order!” Burgess rapped with his gavel, and said: “Let us not forget the proprieties due. There has evidently been a mistake somewhere, but surely that is all. If Mr. Wilson gave me an envelope—and I remember now that he did—I still have it.” He took one out of his pocket, opened it, glanced at it, looked surprised and worried, and stood silent a few moments.

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Page 27 Overview:

The page describes a chaotic scene where two men accuse each other of stealing a note, leading to confusion and disagreement among the witnesses. The chairman tries to restore order and asserts that neither note has left his possession.

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Page 27: Then he waved his hand in a wandering and mechanical way, and made an effort or two to say something, then gave it up, despondently. Several voices cried out: “Read it! read it! What is it?” So he began, in a dazed and sleep-walker fashion: “‘The remark which I made to the unhappy stranger was this: “You are far from being a bad man. [The house gazed at him marvelling.] Go, and reform.”’ [Murmurs: “Amazing! what can this mean?”] This one,” said the Chair, “is signed Thurlow G. Wilson.” “There!” cried Wilson, “I reckon that settles it! I knew perfectly well my note was purloined.” “Purloined!” retorted Billson. “I’ll let you know that neither you nor any man of your kidney must venture to—” The Chair: “Order, gentlemen, order!

Take your seats, both of you, please.” They obeyed, shaking their heads and grumbling angrily. The house was profoundly puzzled; it did not know what to do with this curious emergency. Presently Thompson got up. Thompson was the hatter. He would have liked to be a Nineteener; but such was not for him; his stock of hats was not considerable enough for the position. He said: “Mr. Chairman, if I may be permitted to make a suggestion, can both of these gentlemen be right? I put it to you, sir, can both have happened to say the very same words to the stranger? It seems to me—” The tanner got up and interrupted him.

The tanner was a disgruntled man; he believed himself entitled to be a Nineteener, but he couldn’t get recognition. It made him a little unpleasant in his ways and speech. Said he: “Sho, that’s not the point! That could happen—twice in a hundred years—but not the other thing. Neither of them gave the twenty dollars!” [A ripple of applause.] Billson. “I did!” Wilson. “I did!” Then each accused the other of pilfering. The Chair. “Order! Sit down, if you please—both of you. Neither of the notes has been out of my possession at any moment.” A Voice. “Good—that settles that!” The Tanner. “Mr.

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Page 28 Overview:

In this page, the Chairman accuses two men of eavesdropping and stealing family secrets, and proposes a test to determine which one is guilty. The test involves comparing the wording of a remark that was overheard, and an envelope containing folded notes is revealed.

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Page 28: Chairman, one thing is now plain: one of these men has been eavesdropping under the other one’s bed, and filching family secrets. If it is not unparliamentary to suggest it, I will remark that both are equal to it. [The Chair. “Order! order!”] I withdraw the remark, sir, and will confine myself to suggesting that if one of them has overheard the other reveal the test-remark to his wife, we shall catch him now.” A Voice. “How?” The Tanner. “Easily. The two have not quoted the remark in exactly the same words. You would have noticed that, if there hadn’t been a considerable stretch of time and an exciting quarrel inserted between the two readings.” A Voice. “Name the difference.” The Tanner. “The word very is in Billson’s note, and not in the other.” Many Voices. “That’s so—he’s right!” The Tanner.

“And so, if the Chair will examine the test-remark in the sack, we shall know which of these two frauds—[The Chair. “Order!”]—which of these two adventurers—[The Chair. “Order! order!”]—which of these two gentlemen—[laughter and applause]—is entitled to wear the belt as being the first dishonest blatherskite ever bred in this town—which he has dishonoured, and which will be a sultry place for him from now out!” [Vigorous applause.] Many Voices. “Open it!—open the sack!” Mr. Burgess made a slit in the sack, slid his hand in, and brought out an envelope. In it were a couple of folded notes.

He said: “One of these is marked, ‘Not to be examined until all written communications which have been addressed to the Chair—if any—shall have been read.’ The other is marked ‘The Test.’ Allow me. It is worded—to wit: “‘I do not require that the first half of the remark which was made to me by my benefactor shall be quoted with exactness, for it was not striking, and could be forgotten; but its closing fifteen words are quite striking, and I think easily rememberable; unless these shall be accurately reproduced, let the applicant be regarded as an impostor. My benefactor began by saying he seldom gave advice to anyone, but that it always bore the hall-mark of high value when he did give it.

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Page 29 Overview:
During a reading at a meeting, a quote is shared that initially angers the citizens of the town, but eventually leads to a contagious laughter that fills the room, causing the meeting to lose control. The seriousness of the matter is acknowledged by Mr. Burgess, as it threatens the town's honor and reputation.

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Page 29: Then he said this—and it has never faded from my memory: ‘You are far from being a bad man—’’” Fifty Voices. “That settles it—the money’s Wilson’s! Wilson! Wilson! Speech! Speech!” People jumped up and crowded around Wilson, wringing his hand and congratulating fervently—meantime the Chair was hammering with the gavel and shouting: “Order, gentlemen! Order! Order! Let me finish reading, please.” When quiet was restored, the reading was resumed—as follows: “‘Go, and reform—or, mark my words—some day, for your sins you will die and go to hell or Hadleyburg—TRY AND MAKE IT THE FORMER.’” A ghastly silence followed.

First an angry cloud began to settle darkly upon the faces of the citizenship; after a pause the cloud began to rise, and a tickled expression tried to take its place; tried so hard that it was only kept under with great and painful difficulty; the reporters, the Brixtonites, and other strangers bent their heads down and shielded their faces with their hands, and managed to hold in by main strength and heroic courtesy. At this most inopportune time burst upon the stillness the roar of a solitary voice—Jack Halliday’s: “That’s got the hall-mark on it!” Then the house let go, strangers and all. Even Mr. Burgess’s gravity broke down presently, then the audience considered itself officially absolved from all restraint, and it made the most of its privilege.

It was a good long laugh, and a tempestuously wholehearted one, but it ceased at last—long enough for Mr. Burgess to try to resume, and for the people to get their eyes partially wiped; then it broke out again, and afterward yet again; then at last Burgess was able to get out these serious words: “It is useless to try to disguise the fact—we find ourselves in the presence of a matter of grave import. It involves the honour of your town—it strikes at the town’s good name.

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Page 30 Overview:

The page reveals a serious revelation during a meeting, as it is discovered that both Mr. Wilson and Mr. Billson left out fifteen crucial words from their test-remarks, leading to suspicion of collusion and jeopardizing their honor. Mr. Wilson confesses to saying the disparaging words to the stranger and claims the sack of coins as his right.

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Page 30: The difference of a single word between the test-remarks offered by Mr. Wilson and Mr. Billson was itself a serious thing, since it indicated that one or the other of these gentlemen had committed a theft—” The two men were sitting limp, nerveless, crushed; but at these words both were electrified into movement, and started to get up. “Sit down!” said the Chair, sharply, and they obeyed. “That, as I have said, was a serious thing. And it was—but for only one of them. But the matter has become graver; for the honour of both is now in formidable peril. Shall I go even further, and say in inextricable peril? Both left out the crucial fifteen words.” He paused. During several moments he allowed the pervading stillness to gather and deepen its impressive effects, then added: “There would seem to be but one way whereby this could happen. I ask these gentlemen—Was there collusion?—agreement?” A low murmur sifted through the house; its import was, “He’s got them both.” Billson was not used to emergencies; he sat in a helpless collapse.

But Wilson was a lawyer. He struggled to his feet, pale and worried, and said: “I ask the indulgence of the house while I explain this most painful matter. I am sorry to say what I am about to say, since it must inflict irreparable injury upon Mr. Billson, whom I have always esteemed and respected until now, and in whose invulnerability to temptation I entirely believed—as did you all. But for the preservation of my own honour I must speak—and with frankness. I confess with shame—and I now beseech your pardon for it—that I said to the ruined stranger all of the words contained in the test-remark, including the disparaging fifteen. [Sensation.]

When the late publication was made I recalled them, and I resolved to claim the sack of coin, for by every right I was entitled to it. Now I will ask you to consider this point, and weigh it well; that stranger’s gratitude to me that night knew no bounds; he said himself that he could find no words for it that were adequate, and that if he should ever be able he would repay me a thousandfold.

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Page 31 Overview:

Wilson defends himself against accusations of slander by Billson, insisting that he trusted Billson and believed he would not betray him. Wilson explains that he left a note on his desk, which Billson presumably read, and emphasizes that the change in the note's placement is insignificant. Wilson concludes his defense with a persuasive speech that leaves the audience convinced of his innocence.

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Page 31: Now, then, I ask you this; could I expect—could I believe—could I even remotely imagine—that, feeling as he did, he would do so ungrateful a thing as to add those quite unnecessary fifteen words to his test?—set a trap for me?—expose me as a slanderer of my own town before my own people assembled in a public hall? It was preposterous; it was impossible. His test would contain only the kindly opening clause of my remark. Of that I had no shadow of doubt. You would have thought as I did. You would not have expected a base betrayal from one whom you had befriended and against whom you had committed no offence. And so with perfect confidence, perfect trust, I wrote on a piece of paper the opening words—ending with “Go, and reform,”—and signed it.

When I was about to put it in an envelope I was called into my back office, and without thinking I left the paper lying open on my desk.” He stopped, turned his head slowly toward Billson, waited a moment, then added: “I ask you to note this; when I returned, a little latter, Mr. Billson was retiring by my street door.” [Sensation.] In a moment Billson was on his feet and shouting: “It’s a lie! It’s an infamous lie!” The Chair. “Be seated, sir! Mr. Wilson has the floor.” Billson’s friends pulled him into his seat and quieted him, and Wilson went on: “Those are the simple facts. My note was now lying in a different place on the table from where I had left it.

I noticed that, but attached no importance to it, thinking a draught had blown it there. That Mr. Billson would read a private paper was a thing which could not occur to me; he was an honourable man, and he would be above that. If you will allow me to say it, I think his extra word ‘very’ stands explained: it is attributable to a defect of memory. I was the only man in the world who could furnish here any detail of the test-mark—by honourable means. I have finished.” There is nothing in the world like a persuasive speech to fuddle the mental apparatus and upset the convictions and debauch the emotions of an audience not practised in the tricks and delusions of oratory. Wilson sat down victorious.

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Page 32 Overview:

On this page, the protagonist is celebrated and congratulated for his success, with the chair attempting to restore order and remind everyone of the remaining document to be read. The document is then revealed to contain a surprising and positive remark made by the protagonist, causing a frenzy of laughter and joy among the crowd.

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Page 32: The house submerged him in tides of approving applause; friends swarmed to him and shook him by the hand and congratulated him, and Billson was shouted down and not allowed to say a word. The Chair hammered and hammered with its gavel, and kept shouting: “But let us proceed, gentlemen, let us proceed!” At last there was a measurable degree of quiet, and the hatter said: “But what is there to proceed with, sir, but to deliver the money?” Voices. “That’s it! That’s it! Come forward, Wilson!” The Hatter. “I move three cheers for Mr. Wilson, Symbol of the special virtue which—” The cheers burst forth before he could finish; and in the midst of them—and in the midst of the clamour of the gavel also—some enthusiasts mounted Wilson on a big friend’s shoulder and were going to fetch him in triumph to the platform. The Chair’s voice now rose above the noise: “Order! To your places!

You forget that there is still a document to be read.” When quiet had been restored he took up the document, and was going to read it, but laid it down again saying “I forgot; this is not to be read until all written communications received by me have first been read.” He took an envelope out of his pocket, removed its enclosure, glanced at it—seemed astonished—held it out and gazed at it—stared at it. Twenty or thirty voices cried out “What is it? Read it! read it!” And he did—slowly, and wondering: “‘The remark which I made to the stranger—[Voices. “Hello! how’s this?”]—was this: ‘You are far from being a bad man. [Voices.

“Great Scott!”] Go, and reform.’” [Voice. “Oh, saw my leg off!”] Signed by Mr. Pinkerton the banker.” The pandemonium of delight which turned itself loose now was of a sort to make the judicious weep. Those whose withers were unwrung laughed till the tears ran down; the reporters, in throes of laughter, set down disordered pot-hooks which would never in the world be decipherable; and a sleeping dog jumped up scared out of its wits, and barked itself crazy at the turmoil.

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Page 33 Overview:

On this page, the townspeople of Hadleyburg are ecstatic as more individuals are elected as Symbols of Incorruptibility, and they eagerly anticipate the reading of the next name. The atmosphere in the house is boisterous and full of excitement.

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Page 33: All manner of cries were scattered through the din: “We’re getting rich—two Symbols of Incorruptibility!—without counting Billson!” “Three!—count Shadbelly in—we can’t have too many!” “All right—Billson’s elected!” “Alas, poor Wilson! victim of two thieves!” A Powerful Voice. “Silence! The Chair’s fished up something more out of its pocket.” Voices. “Hurrah! Is it something fresh? Read it! read! read!” The Chair [reading]. “‘The remark which I made,’ etc. ‘You are far from being a bad man. Go,’ etc. Signed, ‘Gregory Yates.’” Tornado of Voices. “Four Symbols!” “’Rah for Yates!” “Fish again!” The house was in a roaring humour now, and ready to get all the fun out of the occasion that might be in it.

Several Nineteeners, looking pale and distressed, got up and began to work their way towards the aisles, but a score of shouts went up: “The doors, the doors—close the doors; no Incorruptible shall leave this place! Sit down, everybody!” The mandate was obeyed. “Fish again! Read! read!” The Chair fished again, and once more the familiar words began to fall from its lips—“‘You are far from being a bad man—’” “Name! name! What’s his name?” “‘L. Ingoldsby Sargent.’” “Five elected! Pile up the Symbols! Go on, go on!” “‘You are far from being a bad—’” “Name!

name!” “‘Nicholas Whitworth.’” “Hooray! hooray! it’s a symbolical day!” Somebody wailed in, and began to sing this rhyme (leaving out “it’s”) to the lovely “Mikado” tune of “When a man’s afraid of a beautiful maid;” the audience joined in, with joy; then, just in time, somebody contributed another line— “And don’t you this forget—” The house roared it out. A third line was at once furnished— “Corruptibles far from Hadleyburg are—” The house roared that one too.

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Page 34 Overview:

On this page, the townspeople continue to celebrate the arrival of the sack of gold, singing a rousing song and demanding to hear more about the secret identities. Some individuals protest, claiming the whole situation is a joke, but the crowd insists that all the envelopes be opened and the signatures inside be read aloud. As the chaos ensues, Richards and his wife address the crowd, expressing their gratitude for their support.

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Page 34: As the last note died, Jack Halliday’s voice rose high and clear, freighted with a final line— “But the Symbols are here, you bet!” That was sung, with booming enthusiasm. Then the happy house started in at the beginning and sang the four lines through twice, with immense swing and dash, and finished up with a crashing three-times-three and a tiger for “Hadleyburg the Incorruptible and all Symbols of it which we shall find worthy to receive the hall-mark to-night.” Then the shoutings at the Chair began again, all over the place: “Go on! go on! Read! read some more! Read all you’ve got!” “That’s it—go on! We are winning eternal celebrity!” A dozen men got up now and began to protest. They said that this farce was the work of some abandoned joker, and was an insult to the whole community. Without a doubt these signatures were all forgeries— “Sit down! sit down!

Shut up! You are confessing. We’ll find your names in the lot.” “Mr. Chairman, how many of those envelopes have you got?” The Chair counted. “Together with those that have been already examined, there are nineteen.” A storm of derisive applause broke out. “Perhaps they all contain the secret. I move that you open them all and read every signature that is attached to a note of that sort—and read also the first eight words of the note.” “Second the motion!” It was put and carried—uproariously. Then poor old Richards got up, and his wife rose and stood at his side. Her head was bent down, so that none might see that she was crying.

Her husband gave her his arm, and so supporting her, he began to speak in a quavering voice: “My friends, you have known us two—Mary and me—all our lives, and I think you have liked us and respected us—” The Chair interrupted him: “Allow me. It is quite true—that which you are saying, Mr. Richards; this town does know you two; it does like you; it does respect you; more—it honours you and loves you—” Halliday’s voice rang out: “That’s the hall-marked truth, too! If the Chair is right, let the house speak up and say it. Rise! Now, then—hip! hip!

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Page 35 Overview:

On this page, the Chairman tries to prevent Mr. Richards from pleading for the guilt-ridden men, promising he will be given an opportunity to speak later. The house continues to cheer as the names of the men are read out, and the Chairman is relieved when the crowd takes over.

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Page 35: hip!—all together!” The house rose in mass, faced toward the old couple eagerly, filled the air with a snow-storm of waving handkerchiefs, and delivered the cheers with all its affectionate heart. The Chair then continued: “What I was going to say is this: We know your good heart, Mr. Richards, but this is not a time for the exercise of charity toward offenders. [Shouts of “Right! right!”] I see your generous purpose in your face, but I cannot allow you to plead for these men—” “But I was going to—” “Please take your seat, Mr. Richards. We must examine the rest of these notes—simple fairness to the men who have already been exposed requires this. As soon as that has been done—I give you my word for this—you shall he heard.” Many voices. “Right!—the Chair is right—no interruption can be permitted at this stage! Go on!—the names!

the names!—according to the terms of the motion!” The old couple sat reluctantly down, and the husband whispered to the wife, “It is pitifully hard to have to wait; the shame will be greater than ever when they find we were only going to plead for ourselves.” Straightway the jollity broke loose again with the reading of the names. “‘You are far from being a bad man—’ Signature, ‘Robert J. Titmarsh.’” “‘You are far from being a bad man—’ Signature, ‘Eliphalet Weeks.’” “‘You are far from being a bad man—’ Signature, ‘Oscar B. Wilder.’” At this point the house lit upon the idea of taking the eight words out of the Chairman’s hands.

He was not unthankful for that. Thenceforward he held up each note in its turn and waited. The house droned out the eight words in a massed and measured and musical deep volume of sound (with a daringly close resemblance to a well-known church chant)—“You are f-a-r from being a b-a-a-a-d man.” Then the Chair said, “Signature, ‘Archibald Wilcox.’” And so on, and so on, name after name, and everybody had an increasingly and gloriously good time except the wretched Nineteen.

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Page 36 Overview:

On this page, the House chants and mocks the names of the townspeople who attempted to cheat, but when it comes to the protagonist and his wife, their names are not read out loud, causing them to feel immense relief and gratitude. The crowd celebrates their honesty and elects the protagonist as the sole Guardian and Symbol of Hadleyburg Tradition.

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Page 36: Now and then, when a particularly shining name was called, the house made the Chair wait while it chanted the whole of the test-remark from the beginning to the closing words, “And go to hell or Hadleyburg—try and make it the for-or-m-e-r!” and in these special cases they added a grand and agonised and imposing “A-a-a-a-men!” The list dwindled, dwindled, dwindled, poor old Richards keeping tally of the count, wincing when a name resembling his own was pronounced, and waiting in miserable suspense for the time to come when it would be his humiliating privilege to rise with Mary and finish his plea, which he was intending to word thus: “... for until now we have never done any wrong thing, but have gone our humble way unreproached. We are very poor, we are old, and, have no chick nor child to help us; we were sorely tempted, and we fell. It was my purpose when I got up before to make confession and beg that my name might not be read out in this public place, for it seemed to us that we could not bear it; but I was prevented. It was just; it was our place to suffer with the rest. It has been hard for us. It is the first time we have ever heard our name fall from any one’s lips—sullied. Be merciful—for the sake or the better days; make our shame as light to bear as in your charity you can.” At this point in his reverie Mary nudged him, perceiving that his mind was absent.

The house was chanting, “You are f-a-r,” etc. “Be ready,” Mary whispered. “Your name comes now; he has read eighteen.” The chant ended. “Next! next! next!” came volleying from all over the house. Burgess put his hand into his pocket. The old couple, trembling, began to rise.

Burgess fumbled a moment, then said: “I find I have read them all.” Faint with joy and surprise, the couple sank into their seats, and Mary whispered: “Oh, bless God, we are saved!—he has lost ours—I wouldn’t give this for a hundred of those sacks!” The house burst out with its “Mikado” travesty, and sang it three times with ever-increasing enthusiasm, rising to its feet when it reached for the third time the closing line— “But the Symbols are here, you bet!” and finishing up with cheers and a tiger for “Hadleyburg purity and our eighteen immortal representatives of it.” Then Wingate, the saddler, got up and proposed cheers “for the cleanest man in town, the one solitary important citizen in it who didn’t try to steal that money—Edward Richards.” They were given with great and moving heartiness; then somebody proposed that “Richards be elected sole Guardian and Symbol of the now Sacred Hadleyburg Tradition, with power and right to stand up and look the whole sarcastic world in the face.” Passed, by acclamation; then they sang the “Mikado” again, and ended it with— “And there’s one Symbol left, you bet!” There was a pause; then— A Voice.

[reader] Page 37 Overview: This page features a conversation where the Tanner sarcastically suggests dividing the money among the eighteen "Incorruptibles," who had given the stranger contributions. The Chair then reads a document stating that if no claimant appears, the money should be given to the principal citizens to uphold the town's reputation for honesty. The Chair also reveals that the stranger and the entire story of the contributions were inventions and that the stranger seeks a different form of revenge.

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Page 37: “Now, then, who’s to get the sack?” The Tanner (with bitter sarcasm). “That’s easy. The money has to be divided among the eighteen Incorruptibles. They gave the suffering stranger twenty dollars apiece—and that remark—each in his turn—it took twenty-two minutes for the procession to move past. Staked the stranger—total contribution, $360. All they want is just the loan back—and interest—forty thousand dollars altogether.” Many Voices [derisively.] “That’s it! Divvy! divvy! Be kind to the poor—don’t keep them waiting!” The Chair. “Order! I now offer the stranger’s remaining document.

It says: ‘If no claimant shall appear [grand chorus of groans], I desire that you open the sack and count out the money to the principal citizens of your town, they to take it in trust [Cries of “Oh! Oh! Oh!”], and use it in such ways as to them shall seem best for the propagation and preservation of your community’s noble reputation for incorruptible honesty [more cries]—a reputation to which their names and their efforts will add a new and far-reaching lustre.” [Enthusiastic outburst of sarcastic applause.] That seems to be all. No—here is a postscript: “‘P.S.—CITIZENS OF HADLEYBURG: There is no test-remark—nobody made one. [Great sensation.]

There wasn’t any pauper stranger, nor any twenty-dollar contribution, nor any accompanying benediction and compliment—these are all inventions. [General buzz and hum of astonishment and delight.] Allow me to tell my story—it will take but a word or two. I passed through your town at a certain time, and received a deep offence which I had not earned. Any other man would have been content to kill one or two of you and call it square, but to me that would have been a trivial revenge, and inadequate; for the dead do not suffer. Besides I could not kill you all—and, anyway, made as I am, even that would not have satisfied me.

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Page 38 Overview:

On this page, the antagonist reveals their plan to corrupt the morally upright residents of Hadleyburg and expose their vulnerabilities to vanity and temptation. They celebrate the success of their scheme and the anticipated downfall of the town's reputation.

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Page 38: I wanted to damage every man in the place, and every woman—and not in their bodies or in their estate, but in their vanity—the place where feeble and foolish people are most vulnerable. So I disguised myself and came back and studied you. You were easy game. You had an old and lofty reputation for honesty, and naturally you were proud of it—it was your treasure of treasures, the very apple of your eye. As soon as I found out that you carefully and vigilantly kept yourselves and your children out of temptation, I knew how to proceed. Why, you simple creatures, the weakest of all weak things is a virtue which has not been tested in the fire. I laid a plan, and gathered a list of names. My project was to corrupt Hadleyburg the Incorruptible. My idea was to make liars and thieves of nearly half a hundred smirchless men and women who had never in their lives uttered a lie or stolen a penny. I was afraid of Goodson.

He was neither born nor reared in Hadleyburg. I was afraid that if I started to operate my scheme by getting my letter laid before you, you would say to yourselves, ‘Goodson is the only man among us who would give away twenty dollars to a poor devil’—and then you might not bite at my bait. But heaven took Goodson; then I knew I was safe, and I set my trap and baited it. It may be that I shall not catch all the men to whom I mailed the pretended test-secret, but I shall catch the most of them, if I know Hadleyburg nature. [Voices.

“Right—he got every last one of them.”] I believe they will even steal ostensible gamble-money, rather than miss, poor, tempted, and mistrained fellows. I am hoping to eternally and everlastingly squelch your vanity and give Hadleyburg a new renown—one that will stick—and spread far. If I have succeeded, open the sack and summon the Committee on Propagation and Preservation of the Hadleyburg Reputation.’” A Cyclone of Voices. “Open it! Open it! The Eighteen to the front! Committee on Propagation of the Tradition! Forward—the Incorruptibles!” The Chair ripped the sack wide, and gathered up a handful of bright, broad, yellow coins, shook them together, then examined them.

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Page 39 Overview:

On this page, the townspeople of Hadleyburg are excitedly discussing what should be done with the money from the stranger's challenge. Mr. Wilson is appointed as the Chairman of the Committee on Propagation of the Tradition and is suggested to receive the money, but he angrily refuses. The townspeople then decide to auction off the sack of gilt twenty-dollar pieces for the benefit of Edward Richards, who is considered the only clean and deserving man left in the town. The auction begins and bids start increasing rapidly.

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Page 39: “Friends, they are only gilded disks of lead!” There was a crashing outbreak of delight over this news, and when the noise had subsided, the tanner called out: “By right of apparent seniority in this business, Mr. Wilson is Chairman of the Committee on Propagation of the Tradition. I suggest that he step forward on behalf of his pals, and receive in trust the money.” A Hundred Voices. “Wilson! Wilson! Wilson! Speech! Speech!” Wilson [in a voice trembling with anger]. “You will allow me to say, and without apologies for my language, damn the money!” A Voice. “Oh, and him a Baptist!” A Voice. “Seventeen Symbols left! Step up, gentlemen, and assume your trust!” There was a pause—no response. The Saddler. “Mr. Chairman, we’ve got one clean man left, anyway, out of the late aristocracy; and he needs money, and deserves it.

I move that you appoint Jack Halliday to get up there and auction off that sack of gilt twenty-dollar pieces, and give the result to the right man—the man whom Hadleyburg delights to honour—Edward Richards.” This was received with great enthusiasm, the dog taking a hand again; the saddler started the bids at a dollar, the Brixton folk and Barnum’s representative fought hard for it, the people cheered every jump that the bids made, the excitement climbed moment by moment higher and higher, the bidders got on their mettle and grew steadily more and more daring, more and more determined, the jumps went from a dollar up to five, then to ten, then to twenty, then fifty, then to a hundred, then— At the beginning of the auction Richards whispered in distress to his wife: “Oh, Mary, can we allow it?

It—it—you see, it is an honour—reward, a testimonial to purity of character, and—and—can we allow it? Hadn’t I better get up and—Oh, Mary, what ought we to do?—what do you think we—” [Halliday’s voice. “Fifteen I’m bid!—fifteen for the sack!—twenty!—ah, thanks!—thirty—thanks again! Thirty, thirty, thirty!—do I hear forty?—forty it is!

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Page 40 Overview:

On this page, the auction continues with bids escalating rapidly, reaching high amounts. Edward, conflicted about the temptation of the money, ultimately decides to keep bidding despite his guilty conscience. Meanwhile, a stranger observes the auction with interest and contemplates how to manipulate the situation.

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Page 40: Keep the ball rolling, gentlemen, keep it rolling!—fifty!—thanks, noble Roman!—going at fifty, fifty, fifty!—seventy!—ninety!—splendid!—a hundred!—pile it up, pile it up!—hundred and twenty—forty!—just in time!—hundred and fifty!—Two hundred!—superb! Do I hear two h—thanks!—two hundred and fifty!—”] “It is another temptation, Edward—I’m all in a tremble—but, oh, we’ve escaped one temptation, and that ought to warn us, to—[“Six did I hear?—thanks!—six fifty, six f—SEVEN hundred!”] And yet, Edward, when you think—nobody susp—[“Eight hundred dollars!—hurrah!—make it nine!—Mr. Parsons, did I hear you say—thanks!—nine!—this noble sack of virgin lead going at only nine hundred dollars, gilding and all—come!

do I hear—a thousand!—gratefully yours!—did some one say eleven?—a sack which is going to be the most celebrated in the whole Uni—”] “Oh, Edward” (beginning to sob), “we are so poor!—but—but—do as you think best—do as you think best.” Edward fell—that is, he sat still; sat with a conscience which was not satisfied, but which was overpowered by circumstances. Meantime a stranger, who looked like an amateur detective gotten up as an impossible English earl, had been watching the evening’s proceedings with manifest interest, and with a contented expression in his face; and he had been privately commenting to himself.

He was now soliloquising somewhat like this: “None of the Eighteen are bidding; that is not satisfactory; I must change that—the dramatic unities require it; they must buy the sack they tried to steal; they must pay a heavy price, too—some of them are rich. And another thing, when I make a mistake in Hadleyburg nature the man that puts that error upon me is entitled to a high honorarium, and some one must pay. This poor old Richards has brought my judgment to shame; he is an honest man:—I don’t understand it, but I acknowledge it. Yes, he saw my deuces—and with a straight flush, and by rights the pot is his. And it shall be a jack-pot, too, if I can manage it.

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Page 41 Overview:

The protagonist participates in a bidding process and wins a sack of leaden twenty-dollar coins. He then proposes a way to make each coin worth its face value in gold, offering a portion of the profits to Mr. Richards. The proposition is met with enthusiastic approval from the audience, except for one protester.

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Page 41: He disappointed me, but let that pass.” He was watching the bidding. At a thousand, the market broke: the prices tumbled swiftly. He waited—and still watched. One competitor dropped out; then another, and another. He put in a bid or two now. When the bids had sunk to ten dollars, he added a five; some one raised him a three; he waited a moment, then flung in a fifty-dollar jump, and the sack was his—at $1,282. The house broke out in cheers—then stopped; for he was on his feet, and had lifted his hand. He began to speak. “I desire to say a word, and ask a favour. I am a speculator in rarities, and I have dealings with persons interested in numismatics all over the world.

I can make a profit on this purchase, just as it stands; but there is a way, if I can get your approval, whereby I can make every one of these leaden twenty-dollar pieces worth its face in gold, and perhaps more. Grant me that approval, and I will give part of my gains to your Mr. Richards, whose invulnerable probity you have so justly and so cordially recognised to-night; his share shall be ten thousand dollars, and I will hand him the money to-morrow. [Great applause from the house. But the “invulnerable probity” made the Richardses blush prettily; however, it went for modesty, and did no harm.]

If you will pass my proposition by a good majority—I would like a two-thirds vote—I will regard that as the town’s consent, and that is all I ask. Rarities are always helped by any device which will rouse curiosity and compel remark. Now if I may have your permission to stamp upon the faces of each of these ostensible coins the names of the eighteen gentlemen who—” Nine-tenths of the audience were on their feet in a moment—dog and all—and the proposition was carried with a whirlwind of approving applause and laughter. They sat down, and all the Symbols except “Dr.” Clay Harkness got up, violently protesting against the proposed outrage, and threatening to— “I beg you not to threaten me,” said the stranger calmly.

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Page 42 Overview:

On this page, a wealthy man named Dr. Harkness sees an opportunity to strike a deal with a stranger during a political race for the legislature. They negotiate a price for a sack, and the stranger announces that he will return the next day to deliver the money.

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Page 42: “I know my legal rights, and am not accustomed to being frightened at bluster.” [Applause.] He sat down. “Dr.” Harkness saw an opportunity here. He was one of the two very rich men of the place, and Pinkerton was the other. Harkness was proprietor of a mint; that is to say, a popular patent medicine. He was running for the Legislature on one ticket, and Pinkerton on the other. It was a close race and a hot one, and getting hotter every day. Both had strong appetites for money; each had bought a great tract of land, with a purpose; there was going to be a new railway, and each wanted to be in the Legislature and help locate the route to his own advantage; a single vote might make the decision, and with it two or three fortunes. The stake was large, and Harkness was a daring speculator.

He was sitting close to the stranger. He leaned over while one or another of the other Symbols was entertaining the house with protests and appeals, and asked, in a whisper, “What is your price for the sack?” “Forty thousand dollars.” “I’ll give you twenty.” “No.” “Twenty-five.” “No.” “Say thirty.” “The price is forty thousand dollars; not a penny less.” “All right, I’ll give it. I will come to the hotel at ten in the morning. I don’t want it known; will see you privately.” “Very good.” Then the stranger got up and said to the house: “I find it late.

The speeches of these gentlemen are not without merit, not without interest, not without grace; yet if I may be excused I will take my leave. I thank you for the great favour which you have shown me in granting my petition. I ask the Chair to keep the sack for me until to-morrow, and to hand these three five-hundred-dollar notes to Mr. Richards.” They were passed up to the Chair. “At nine I will call for the sack, and at eleven will deliver the rest of the ten thousand to Mr. Richards in person at his home.

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Page 43 Overview:

After the concert, the Richardses receive compliments and congratulations from the audience. Back home, they reflect on their actions and contemplate the consequences, leading Edward to decide to resign from the bank. The stranger who gave Edward the bag arrives at their house the next morning to provide the couple with an envelope containing $38,500 and a note, while Mrs. Richards suspects that she recognizes him as the man who brought the sack to their house.

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Page 43: Good-night.” Then he slipped out, and left the audience making a vast noise, which was composed of a mixture of cheers, the “Mikado” song, dog-disapproval, and the chant, “You are f-a-r from being a b-a-a-d man—a-a-a a-men!” IV. At home the Richardses had to endure congratulations and compliments until midnight. Then they were left to themselves. They looked a little sad, and they sat silent and thinking. Finally Mary sighed and said: “Do you think we are to blame, Edward—much to blame?” and her eyes wandered to the accusing triplet of big bank-notes lying on the table, where the congratulators had been gloating over them and reverently fingering them. Edward did not answer at once; then he brought out a sigh and said, hesitatingly: “We—we couldn’t help it, Mary. It—well it was ordered. All things are.” Mary glanced up and looked at him steadily, but he didn’t return the look. Presently she said: “I thought congratulations and praises always tasted good.

But—it seems to me, now—Edward?” “Well?” “Are you going to stay in the bank?” “N—no.” “Resign?” “In the morning—by note.” “It does seem best.” Richards bowed his head in his hands and muttered: “Before I was not afraid to let oceans of people’s money pour through my hands, but—Mary, I am so tired, so tired—” “We will go to bed.” At nine in the morning the stranger called for the sack and took it to the hotel in a cab. At ten Harkness had a talk with him privately. The stranger asked for and got five cheques on a metropolitan bank—drawn to “Bearer,”—four for $1,500 each, and one for $34,000.

He put one of the former in his pocket-book, and the remainder, representing $38,500, he put in an envelope, and with these he added a note which he wrote after Harkness was gone. At eleven he called at the Richards’ house and knocked. Mrs. Richards peeped through the shutters, then went and received the envelope, and the stranger disappeared without a word. She came back flushed and a little unsteady on her legs, and gasped out: “I am sure I recognised him! Last night it seemed to me that maybe I had seen him somewhere before.” “He is the man that brought the sack here?” “I am almost sure of it.” “Then he is the ostensible Stephenson too, and sold every important citizen in this town with his bogus secret.

[reader]
Page 44 Overview:

The protagonist discovers that the envelope he received contains cheques instead of cash, but upon realizing that they are signed by Harkness, the protagonist becomes ecstatic as they realize the value of the cheques amounts to a significant sum, potentially replacing the original ten thousand dollars they were expecting.

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Page 44: Now if he has sent cheques instead of money, we are sold too, after we thought we had escaped. I was beginning to feel fairly comfortable once more, after my night’s rest, but the look of that envelope makes me sick. It isn’t fat enough; $8,500 in even the largest bank-notes makes more bulk than that.” “Edward, why do you object to cheques?” “Cheques signed by Stephenson! I am resigned to take the $8,500 if it could come in bank-notes—for it does seem that it was so ordered, Mary—but I have never had much courage, and I have not the pluck to try to market a cheque signed with that disastrous name. It would be a trap. That man tried to catch me; we escaped somehow or other; and now he is trying a new way.

If it is cheques—” “Oh, Edward, it is too bad!” And she held up the cheques and began to cry. “Put them in the fire! quick! we mustn’t be tempted. It is a trick to make the world laugh at us, along with the rest, and—Give them to me, since you can’t do it!” He snatched them and tried to hold his grip till he could get to the stove; but he was human, he was a cashier, and he stopped a moment to make sure of the signature. Then he came near to fainting. “Fan me, Mary, fan me! They are the same as gold!” “Oh, how lovely, Edward! Why?” “Signed by Harkness.

What can the mystery of that be, Mary?” “Edward, do you think—” “Look here—look at this! Fifteen—fifteen—fifteen—thirty-four. Thirty-eight thousand five hundred! Mary, the sack isn’t worth twelve dollars, and Harkness—apparently—has paid about par for it.” “And does it all come to us, do you think—instead of the ten thousand?” “Why, it looks like it. And the cheques are made to ‘Bearer,’ too.” “Is that good, Edward? What is it for?” “A hint to collect them at some distant bank, I reckon. Perhaps Harkness doesn’t want the matter known. What is that—a note?” “Yes.

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Page 45 Overview:

On this page, Richards receives a letter from a disappointed man who apologizes for doubting his honesty and praises him for being beyond temptation. Richards is deeply moved by the letter but ultimately decides to destroy it and another note from Burgess expressing gratitude for saving him. Richards expresses his misery and wishes he were dead, while Mary shares his feelings of bitterness.

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Page 45: It was with the cheques.” It was in the “Stephenson” handwriting, but there was no signature. It said: “I am a disappointed man. Your honesty is beyond the reach of temptation. I had a different idea about it, but I wronged you in that, and I beg pardon, and do it sincerely. I honour you—and that is sincere too. This town is not worthy to kiss the hem of your garment. Dear sir, I made a square bet with myself that there were nineteen debauchable men in your self-righteous community. I have lost. Take the whole pot, you are entitled to it.” Richards drew a deep sigh, and said: “It seems written with fire—it burns so. Mary—I am miserable again.” “I, too.

Ah, dear, I wish—” “To think, Mary—he believes in me.” “Oh, don’t, Edward—I can’t bear it.” “If those beautiful words were deserved, Mary—and God knows I believed I deserved them once—I think I could give the forty thousand dollars for them. And I would put that paper away, as representing more than gold and jewels, and keep it always. But now—We could not live in the shadow of its accusing presence, Mary.” He put it in the fire. A messenger arrived and delivered an envelope. Richards took from it a note and read it; it was from Burgess: “You saved me, in a difficult time. I saved you last night.

It was at cost of a lie, but I made the sacrifice freely, and out of a grateful heart. None in this village knows so well as I know how brave and good and noble you are. At bottom you cannot respect me, knowing as you do of that matter of which I am accused, and by the general voice condemned; but I beg that you will at least believe that I am a grateful man; it will help me to bear my burden. [Signed] ‘BURGESS.’” “Saved, once more. And on such terms!” He put the note in the fire. “I—I wish I were dead, Mary, I wish I were out of it all!” “Oh, these are bitter, bitter days, Edward.

[reader]
Page 46 Overview:

After receiving bribes from Pinkerton, the Richardses begin to feel guilt and fear of the consequences. They become paranoid, suspecting their servant and even their friend Mr. Burgess of knowing their secret.

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Page 46: The stabs, through their very generosity, are so deep—and they come so fast!” Three days before the election each of two thousand voters suddenly found himself in possession of a prized memento—one of the renowned bogus double-eagles. Around one of its faces was stamped these words: “THE REMARK I MADE TO THE POOR STRANGER WAS—” Around the other face was stamped these: “GO, AND REFORM. [SIGNED] PINKERTON.” Thus the entire remaining refuse of the renowned joke was emptied upon a single head, and with calamitous effect. It revived the recent vast laugh and concentrated it upon Pinkerton; and Harkness’s election was a walk-over. Within twenty-four hours after the Richardses had received their cheques their consciences were quieting down, discouraged; the old couple were learning to reconcile themselves to the sin which they had committed. But they were to learn, now, that a sin takes on new and real terrors when there seems a chance that it is going to be found out.

This gives it a fresh and most substantial and important aspect. At church the morning sermon was of the usual pattern; it was the same old things said in the same old way; they had heard them a thousand times and found them innocuous, next to meaningless, and easy to sleep under; but now it was different: the sermon seemed to bristle with accusations; it seemed aimed straight and specially at people who were concealing deadly sins. After church they got away from the mob of congratulators as soon as they could, and hurried homeward, chilled to the bone at they did not know what—vague, shadowy, indefinite fears. And by chance they caught a glimpse of Mr. Burgess as he turned a corner. He paid no attention to their nod of recognition!

He hadn’t seen it; but they did not know that. What could his conduct mean? It might mean—it might—mean—oh, a dozen dreadful things. Was it possible that he knew that Richards could have cleared him of guilt in that bygone time, and had been silently waiting for a chance to even up accounts? At home, in their distress they got to imagining that their servant might have been in the next room listening when Richards revealed the secret to his wife that he knew of Burgess’s innocence; next Richards began to imagine that he had heard the swish of a gown in there at that time; next, he was sure he had heard it.

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Page 47 Overview:

On this page, Sarah is questioned by the old couple about her loyalty, and her nervousness confirms their suspicions. The couple then piece together that Burgess must know about their secret, and they become ill from the stress. The nurses later discover that Richards has in his possession a check for $38,500, adding to the mystery surrounding their sudden wealth.

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Page 47: They would call Sarah in, on a pretext, and watch her face; if she had been betraying them to Mr. Burgess, it would show in her manner. They asked her some questions—questions which were so random and incoherent and seemingly purposeless that the girl felt sure that the old people’s minds had been affected by their sudden good fortune; the sharp and watchful gaze which they bent upon her frightened her, and that completed the business. She blushed, she became nervous and confused, and to the old people these were plain signs of guilt—guilt of some fearful sort or other—without doubt she was a spy and a traitor. When they were alone again they began to piece many unrelated things together and get horrible results out of the combination. When things had got about to the worst Richards was delivered of a sudden gasp and his wife asked: “Oh, what is it?—what is it?” “The note—Burgess’s note!

Its language was sarcastic, I see it now.” He quoted: “‘At bottom you cannot respect me, knowing, as you do, of that matter of which I am accused’—oh, it is perfectly plain, now, God help me! He knows that I know! You see the ingenuity of the phrasing. It was a trap—and like a fool, I walked into it. And Mary—!” “Oh, it is dreadful—I know what you are going to say—he didn’t return your transcript of the pretended test-remark.” “No—kept it to destroy us with. Mary, he has exposed us to some already. I know it—I know it well. I saw it in a dozen faces after church.

Ah, he wouldn’t answer our nod of recognition—he knew what he had been doing!” In the night the doctor was called. The news went around in the morning that the old couple were rather seriously ill—prostrated by the exhausting excitement growing out of their great windfall, the congratulations, and the late hours, the doctor said. The town was sincerely distressed; for these old people were about all it had left to be proud of, now. Two days later the news was worse. The old couple were delirious, and were doing strange things. By witness of the nurses, Richards had exhibited cheques—for $8,500? No—for an amazing sum—$38,500! What could be the explanation of this gigantic piece of luck? The following day the nurses had more news—and wonderful.

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Page 48 Overview:

The cheques that were hidden by the patient go missing, leading to suspicions that Burgess, the town's important citizen, had something to do with it. Soon, both the patient and his wife are dying, and the patient confesses to signing a lie and suppressing Burgess's claim in the past, leading to his disgrace.

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Page 48: They had concluded to hide the cheques, lest harm come to them; but when they searched they were gone from under the patient’s pillow—vanished away. The patient said: “Let the pillow alone; what do you want?” “We thought it best that the cheques—” “You will never see them again—they are destroyed. They came from Satan. I saw the hell-brand on them, and I knew they were sent to betray me to sin.” Then he fell to gabbling strange and dreadful things which were not clearly understandable, and which the doctor admonished them to keep to themselves. Richards was right; the cheques were never seen again. A nurse must have talked in her sleep, for within two days the forbidden gabblings were the property of the town; and they were of a surprising sort. They seemed to indicate that Richards had been a claimant for the sack himself, and that Burgess had concealed that fact and then maliciously betrayed it.

Burgess was taxed with this and stoutly denied it. And he said it was not fair to attach weight to the chatter of a sick old man who was out of his mind. Still, suspicion was in the air, and there was much talk. After a day or two it was reported that Mrs. Richards’s delirious deliveries were getting to be duplicates of her husband’s. Suspicion flamed up into conviction, now, and the town’s pride in the purity of its one undiscredited important citizen began to dim down and flicker toward extinction. Six days passed, then came more news. The old couple were dying. Richards’s mind cleared in his latest hour, and he sent for Burgess. Burgess said: “Let the room be cleared.

I think he wishes to say something in privacy.” “No!” said Richards; “I want witnesses. I want you all to hear my confession, so that I may die a man, and not a dog. I was clean—artificially—like the rest; and like the rest I fell when temptation came. I signed a lie, and claimed the miserable sack. Mr. Burgess remembered that I had done him a service, and in gratitude (and ignorance) he suppressed my claim and saved me. You know the thing that was charged against Burgess years ago. My testimony, and mine alone, could have cleared him, and I was a coward and left him to suffer disgrace—” “No—no—Mr.

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On this page, it is revealed that Richards' servant betrayed his secret, leading to the downfall of the sacred Nineteen and the loss of the town's ancient glory. The dying man forgives his servant, and the town is allowed to change its name and motto, becoming an honest town once more.

[writer] Page 49: Richards, you—” “My servant betrayed my secret to him—” “No one has betrayed anything to me—” —“And then he did a natural and justifiable thing; he repented of the saving kindness which he had done me, and he exposed me—as I deserved—” “Never!—I make oath—” “Out of my heart I forgive him.” Burgess’s impassioned protestations fell upon deaf ears; the dying man passed away without knowing that once more he had done poor Burgess a wrong. The old wife died that night. The last of the sacred Nineteen had fallen a prey to the fiendish sack; the town was stripped of the last rag of its ancient glory. Its mourning was not showy, but it was deep. By act of the Legislature—upon prayer and petition—Hadleyburg was allowed to change its name to (never mind what—I will not give it away), and leave one word out of the motto that for many generations had graced the town’s official seal. It is an honest town once more, and the man will have to rise early that catches it napping again.