He gave me a second glance, and knew me then fast enough, so we shook
hands heartily. He told me how the failure of a promising legitimate
business venture had put him flat on his back, but that he had gone to
work once more at the foot of the ladder, hoping by spring to be able to
start on the road again in something of his old style. Poor fellow. I
gave him, at parting, as big a stake as he would accept, and heard from
him a few months later, when he was preparing for the campaign, but he
died the next summer of yellow fever.
As I have said, the summer campaign had been successful and I had wealth
galore. If I preferred to do so I could live after a modest fashion
until spring came again without doing a stroke, and I was once more
anxious to get into harness. I made a short visit home, where they were
all glad to see me, and then started out for a visit to some of the
eastern cities. I not only wanted to see their methods and style, but to
get in closer touch with the men who largely produced the novelties by
the sale of which I expected to make my living.
The trip paid me well. There was not, now, much of the green country
youth in me or my appearance, but I cut a few eye-teeth nevertheless. By
this time I had taken on age, so that I could easily pass for a man half
a dozen years older than I really was, and I imagined I was pretty well
up in all the tricks of the trade. But I found that I had a great many
to learn, and I proceeded to learn them. I discovered that there were
plenty of men in my line who sold nothing but the output of their
brains, and that brought the highest kind of a price. Also that there
were many lines of business, which I had always taken to be of the
staidest, soberest, most legitimate nature, which, after all, were
handled after the style of the greatest fakes I had ever handled on the
road. Some of them I decided to try in the future when the time seemed
propitious; others seemed to be a little overpowering to suit even me.
When it was all outgo and no income, of course, my sight-seeing began to
get away with my money, and though my pocket could stand the stream for
some time to come, I could not bear to be idle. It was not long before I
had mastered the situation and drifted into an humble effort of
occupation.
At first my efforts were largely for the purpose of experience, and to
give me something to do. It was really in a spirit of fun that I spread
my first nets to catch suckers. It was by no means the line I had ever
expected to follow, but there was a fascination about it, after I once
began to employ printer’s ink, which led me on until, before long, I was
about as bad as the worst of the class, while I had the remarkable good
fortune of not being brought up with a round turn. Once in a while a
fellow who gets too fresh falls into the hands of the police and must
answer to the law.
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