"Listen to me!" interrupts Alex, shakin" him. "Can"t you invent some kind of a machine for turnin" them neckbands out?"
"Oh, I had a little something figured out the other night," says Simmons, "but what"s the use of me botherin" with that? Why, a machine of that kind would cost at least twenty thousand dollars to make!
Where can I get that much money?"
"Look here!" Alex tells him. "You got seven and I"ll loan you the balance. You get busy on that machine right away--there"s no time to lose!" He grabs his hat. "Come with me and I"ll get you the money and then we"ll go to my lawyer and draw up a--that is, I"ll take your receipt."
That"s the last I seen of either of them for a month. At the end of that time, the wife tells me one day that Mr. and Mrs. Simmons is givin" a big dinner that night and that Alex will be there. They"ll never notice us no more, if we don"t come. Besides, they"re goin" for a trip around the country in a few days and this here"s a farewell party.
Well, it"s a soup and fish affair, and naturally it takes the wife half the night to get dressed up for it. Fin"ly, however, she"s dressed to thrill and we blowed in. The minute we did, Simmons pulls me over in a corner where Alex is sittin", smilin" like his name was George Q.
Goodhumor.
"Well, sir!" says Simmons, no longer shy and retirin", "I just about cleaned up. My machine is turnin" out three thousand bands an hour, and I get a cent for each and every one!"
"You fin"ly doped out a machine then, heh?" I says.
"Oh, yes!" he tells me. "But unfortunately I don"t control it. I have to pay the owner for each band turned out, although it"s my invention.
But I"m satisfied! I got a bonus of twenty-five thousand dollars from the Brown-Calder people for selling them the exclusive rights to use the neckband, and then we have the foreign rights to--"
"Wait!" I cuts in, turnin" to Alex. All this big money talk was makin"
me dizzy. "Where do _you_ get off?" I asks him.
"Well, I put the neckband over, didn"t I?" he says.
"Yes," I admits, "but Simmons invented it and he gets the royalty. How much cash did he give you?"
"Nothing!" grins Alex.
I looked at Simmons.
"Perfectly correct!" he says, outgrinnin" Alex.
"You--did all that for _nothin"_ I hollers, not believin" my ears.
"Well, hardly that," says Alex, lightin" a half-dollar cigar. "You see I loaned Mister Simmons thirteen thousand dollars, if you remember, so that he could make his machine."
"Yeh, yeh!" I says, gettin" impatient. "And--"
"Well, as it stands now," says Alex, "every time the machine turns out a neckband, he gets a cent out of the two and a half cents profit."
"Sure--he told me that!" I says. "But where do _you_ get off?"
Alex grins some more.
"I own the machine!" he says. "Have a cigar, cousin?"
CHAPTER V
YOU CAN DO IT!
A guy once said, "Be sure you"re right, then go ahead!" and like the bird which invented the sayin", "What are you gonna have?" he became famous on that one line. They"s millions of people have repeated both of them remarks since. As far as the last one is concerned, it"s about died out now and cracked ice has started gettin" acquainted with lemonade and the like instead of its old haunts, Scotch, Rye and Gin, which has pulled a Rip Van Winkle. I never told no man I was a fortune teller, but if I was a bartender right now, believe me, I"d spend my nights off studyin" the art of makin" chocolate nut sundaes and pineapple ice cream sodas, because the time has come with alarmin"
suddenness when alcohol will be used only for rubbin" baby"s head when he falls off of the table and the like.
However, that ain"t neither here or there, as the guy says which mislaid his watch, so let"s get back to the bird which said, "Be sure you"re right, then go ahead!" That may be a good line, but it"s poor dope for the young. I"ll tell the world fair that no winner ever got paid off by stickin" strictly to that. If Columbus had waited till somebody sent him a souvenir postal from the Bronx, so"s he"d be sure they really was some choice real estate over here, he never would of discovered America. Napoleon would never of got further than bein" a buck private in the army if he"d of played safe instead of goin" ahead on the "I Should Worry!" plan. I could name a million more guys which got over along the same lines only I hate to walk to the library. But pick up any newspaper and the front page will give you the answer. The guys that go over the top in this well known universe are the boys which goes ahead _first_ and figures what chances they got afterwards.
They let the results they get tell whether they"re _right_ or not. I don"t mean a guy should bust the traffic laws of any of the prominent virtues in order to be a success, they ain"t a game on earth that can"t be played on the level and won clean, but instead of askin" yourself, "Can I do it?" say, "This will be _soft_ for me!" and you"re a odds on favorite to win!
Me and the wife is sittin" down to breakfast one mornin", and I have barely had time to find fault with the eggs when they"s a ring at the bell.
"See who that is, will you, dear?" says the wife, turnin" a page of the _Mornin" Shrapnel_ and shootin" the smile that used to jam the Winter Garden in my direction. "You know how tired I am in the mornings."
"Yeh," I says, very sarcastical. "Eatin" grape fruit is enough to wear down the strongest. Since how long have I became the maid around here?"
"Before we were married," she says, sinkin" the last of the cream in her coffee--a thing she knows full well practically always enrages me.
"Before we was wed, you claimed you"d do anything for me."
"A man can kid, can"t he?" I says.
"Don"t get catty, dear," says the wife, still featurin" that million dollar smile. "Hurry, there goes the bell again. You really should put on your collar and tie before answering the door, too."
"Who d"ye think is payin" us a call--Wilson?" I says. "I ain"t supposed to wear a dress suit in to breakfast, am I?"
They is no answer from the trenches across the table, outside of the munchin" of food, and as our door bell is makin" the telephone green with envy from the way it was ringin", I went out and opened the portals to our flat.
In comes Alex the Great, undisputed champion pest of the world.
He throws his hat on the sofa, kisses the wife, pulls a chair up to the table and reaches over for the paper. Every one of them things is sure fire for gettin" my goat!
"No wonder you people never get nowheres!" he remarks. "Sleepin" away half the day. Here it is eleven o"clock and you just havin" breakfast!
I was up at six, had a ice cold bath and walked ten miles."
"I wish you had of made it eleven!" I says.
"Why?" he asks me.
"Because," I says, "that would of brung you a even two blocks past our house and I could of had my breakfast in peace."
"How often have I told you that I don"t come here to see you?" he snarls. "If it wasn"t for Cousin Alice, I"d never come near your flat!"
"You stayed away a month once," I says, "and she managed to keep out of the hospitals."
"Oh, hush!" says the wife. "You boys are always snappin" at each other. A outsider would think you was in business together or something. How is everything, Alex?"
"Fine!" he says, rubbin" his hands together and castin" a hungry eye over the bacon and eggs. "I already had a breakfast fit for a king, but the early mornin" air gimme a fresh appet.i.te. I think I could stand a little of that bacon and--"
"They"s only one piece left," I says, spearin" it with my fork. "Try and get it!"
"Will you be still?" says the wife. "We have plenty in the ice box, Alex, if you want some."