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 neighbor 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.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.“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 unsolvable 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.
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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 412fixed seats were occupied；also the 68extra 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.
