The Forged Note. Micheaux Oscar

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СКАЧАТЬ "I confess that I have been thinking of that myself." He was silent a minute, then proceeded again: "My health is improved to such an extent, that I have, of course, emancipated myself from a position of drudgery," and here he drew himself up, with more ostentation than ever. "I shall be glad to tell you, when it is more convenient, and we have the time, of my career as a business man back where I came from. You can, I see, appreciate a man that is possessed of ability," and he looked down at himself at this point, before continuing. Directly he said: "I shall be glad to have you explain this matter in regard to the book."

      "Well," said Wyeth, slowly, "you should have some idea of the work, since, with your years back in South Carolina, you were so successful; but more so, since you have been over a territory I have worked."

      "You certainly did fill Brookville with it, I must say," he admitted.

      Wyeth smiled.

      "Wish you hadn't worked that neighborhood, though," he said regretfully.

      "Others are yet to be worked...."

      "But I know everybody in that neighborhood."

      "So do I—now."

      Slim laughed a low, sorrowful laugh, and then was thoughtful. Then he inquired: "What commission do you pay?"

      "Forty per cent. Sixty cents the book."

      "Do I have to pay for the books before I can have them to deliver?"

      "I can, of course, trust you, Professor," Wyeth replied; "but the last one I trusted, and who took eighteen copies out for the purpose of delivery, has not shown up since."

      "Indeed! Did he send the books back, or leave them somewhere?"

      "He left them somewhere—several where's."

      "Then you—ah—got them back?"

      "Not yet."

      "But you will?"

      "Not likely. The people he left them with paid him $1.50 a copy therefor, but I have charged that to the dust, and it has rained since. You think over this proposition and come back tomorrow morning, and we will get down to business. Should you decide to take it up, I shall be glad to have you accompany me an afternoon, and hear me spiel it."

      The following morning, full of book selling, Slim was on hand. Moreover, he wished to begin that morning, but, as Sidney had made no arrangement to that end, he was compelled to wait until the afternoon.

      "I used to sell books in South Carolina," he said later, as he was looking through the book.

      "You have had some experience then," commented Wyeth.

      "Wait until I commence. I'll show you a thing or two."

      "Oh, I have a 'hunch' you'll 'clean up,'" said Wyeth with feigned admiration.

      "You sold a book to somebody I know on Fourteenth Street....," he smiled.

      "I thought you said I sold to many you know. I think I did," said Wyeth innocently.

      "I know this one a little better than the rest," he admitted, now showing his teeth, despite his effort to keep his upper lip stiff.

      "Oh—ho, I see now," laughed Wyeth, good naturedly. After a pause he said:

      "Who is she? Come, 'fess up. At what number does she work?" But at this Slim only laughed, and left his friend curious.

      That afternoon, at two o'clock sharp, they sallied forth. Going to Dalton street, they entered a cafe conducted by some people in the last stage of hook-worm hustle.

      "What'll you genamens have?" asked the waitress, who looked so tired and sleepy.

      Sidney scanned the greasy bill-of-fare, while Slim inquired: "What have you?" As she drawled out the list, Sidney's ears came attentive to the orders being given by others.

      "Snout."

      "Yo's, mistah!"

      "Pig tail 'n' swee' taters."

      "'N' yo's?"

      "Stewed haid."

      "Ah wan' some magetti," sang a small boy on a stool, with papers under his arm.

      "Gimme a yeah sanrich," from one with a very loud mouth.

      Slim was very hard to please, as it now appeared, and was having some difficulty in being satisfied.

      "What is your specialty here?"

      "Ah don' tole you du' ohdahs already. We has hog year, 'n' hog snoot, 'n' pig tail, 'n' collap greens, 'n'—"

      "Give us a pair of feet," interposed Wyeth.

      After the meal, they turned into a side street, crossed a back yard and entered a house from the rear. Ahead, a flight of steps led up through the basement, to the kitchen. Up this they went, and rapped on the kitchen door. It was opened by a woman, presumably the cook. Wyeth raised his hat, while Slim did likewise; whereupon she was very much flattered. Said Wyeth: "Yes, ma'am! How-do-you-do. You will pardon our interrupting you, but I suppose you are the lady employed herein," and gazed into the kitchen before him.

      "Yes," she replied embarrassed. "I work here."

      "Very well, thank you." Then turning, he revealed his honor, bending almost to the floor. "This is Professor Coleman!" Their prospective customer was very profuse as she accepted the introduction, and then was curious to know to whom she was indebted. Presently, unable to withstand the wait, she inquired:

      "Are you preachers?"

      Wyeth looked at Slim who had his hat rolled up, and was showing his teeth, then turned back to the lady and replied that they were not. He then, without further ado, began his spiel, putting more dynamite into it than usual, since he wished to make an impression upon Slim as well.

      "I presume from your English, madam, that you are literarily inclined, in fact, I feel certain you are." He bestowed upon her a hypnotic smile, which he had cultivated for the purpose of impression, and then went on, with eloquence:

      "This is The Tempest, a tale of the great northwest, in which we follow the fortunes of this young man," and he showed his picture on the frontispiece. In this same picture, people seldom recognized himself as the hero. Before long, he had her order, and a half dozen more, and Slim was enthusiastic. When they were on the street for a time again, Slim said, with much admiration:

      "Man, but you are a salesman! The spiel and look you turn on these cooks and maids and house girls, and everybody, is guaranteed to make the dead take notice. I can never get over laughing when I think of the old lady back there, the one who said: 'I am not decided yet as to whether I shall take it,' Then you said, and as serious as she was: 'Let me decide for you in this,'" and then he gave up to laughter for some minutes.

      "Think you can learn it?" said Sidney.

      "I want you to let me take this house," said Slim, halting before an imposing structure.

      "All right," said Wyeth. СКАЧАТЬ