The lovely Wilkinson shows a little spirit.
"How do you know I ain"t a success?" he says. "I"m making my good twenty-five dollars each and every week."
"Yeh?" sneers Alex. "I once heard tell of a feller which was makin"
thirty, but I ain"t sure of it because none of the newspapers said a word about it." He turns around and lowers his voice on account of some hisses comin" from fans in the back. "Look here!" he says. "All jokes to one side, they ain"t nothin" that this feller done in the picture that can"t be done by anybody. A man can do anything he wants to, _anything_, they ain"t no limit--if he"s got enough sand to fight his way through whatever stands in his way! I don"t care what the thing is he wants, a man can get anything if he keeps tryin" and--"
"You hate yourself, don"t you?" b.u.t.ts in the lovely Wilkinson, peevishly. "I suppose you think _you_ could do anything--"
"I do not," says Alex. "I _know_ it! I ain"t talkin" about myself though, I"m talkin" about you. You"re a young married feller with a sweet, beautiful, and, for all I know, sensible little wife. You people are just startin" out, and I want to see you make good. I think you got the stuff in you somewheres, but not to be rough or nothin" of the sort, I must say you have been a success at concealin" it so far.
Twenty-five dollars a week ain"t enough wages for n.o.body--as long as they"s somebody makin" twenty-six--understand? And if you get where they pay you twenty-five dollars a _minute_ instead of a week, you wanna try and make "em think you"re worth thirty! The mistake you and a lot of young fellers make is quittin" at a given point. They ain"t no point to quit! I bet when you was makin" eighteen dollars a week you hustled like blazes to make twenty, but when you got up to twenty-five you prob"ly told yourself that you was makin" as much as most of the boys you knew and more than some, so why wear yourself out and slave for a fatheaded boss, eh? Right in sight of the grandstand you blew up and quit in the stretch. I bet you think right now that you"re makin" good because you"re holdin" down the job, hey? That ain"t makin" good, that"s stealin" the boss"s money--petty larceny, and deprivin" your future kids of a even chance--a felony! Give the boss everything you got, and he"ll pay for it. If he don"t, get out and dive in somewheres else! They ain"t no place on earth where they ain"t a openin" for a live one at any hour of the day or night!"
The lovely Wilkinson says nothin".
Pretty soon and much to my delight, this here picture comes to a end, and while we"re goin" out in the lobby, the lovely Wilkinson calls his wife aside and whispers somethin" in her ear. It ain"t over a second later that we"re all invited up to the Wilkinson flat for a little bite and the like before retirin".
The girls starts a hot and no doubt interestin" argument about how many purls make a knit and so forth, and the lovely Wilkinson, after fidgetin" around a bit, calls us into another room. He closes the door very careful.
"I got something very personal and very important I"d like to speak to you about," he says to Alex.
"I"ll go out on the fire escape," I says.
"No!" he says. "I want you to stay and hear this too." He turns to Alex again. "I been thinking over what you said in the theatre to-night," he begins, "and I guess you"re pretty near right about me.
However, I have a big chance now to make good and get out of the twenty-five dollar cla.s.s, only, as usual, luck is against me."
"They is no such thing as luck," says Alex. "Forget about that luck thing, put the letter "P" before the word and you got it! That"s the first rule in my booklet, "Success While You Wait." I must send you one."
"Thanks," says the lovely Wilkinson. "You see, I"m a salesman for a big wholesale clothing house downtown and right at the beginning of the war I went up to Plattsburg to try for a commission in the army. I was rejected on account of a bad eye. While I was up there, I met Colonel Williams, who is now practically in charge of the buying of equipment for the army. I"ve been trying for months to land the overcoat contract for my house and last week I finally got things lined up. I have got to have one thousand of our storm-proof army coats in Washington by five o"clock to-morrow afternoon. At that time, Colonel Williams will see me at the War Department and I can give him prices on various lots and so forth."
"Why do you have to bring that many coats down?" asks Alex. "Wouldn"t a couple be enough for a sample?"
"No," says Wilkinson. "These coats are to be given to men in a cantonment near Washington, where they will get actual wear under varying conditions. If I"m not in Washington with them at five to-morrow, I"ll lose my chance because, the following day, men from four rival houses have appointments with the Colonel."
"Well," I b.u.t.ts in, "what"s stoppin" you from goin" to Washington?"
"Nothing is stopping _me_," he says, "but I can"t get the coats down there with me in time! The two shipments that we have sent by freight have gone astray somewhere and, as government supplies have the right of way over all other shipments, the express companies will not guarantee a delivery at any set time."
"But them coats are government supplies, ain"t they?" says Alex.
"Not yet!" says the lovely Wilkinson. "Not until they are accepted.
Right now they are nothing but samples of clothing. I"ve gone into that part thoroughly."
Alex gets up and walks around the room a coupla times, throwin" up a smoke screen from his cigar. Then he stops and looks at his watch.
"It"s now almost eleven o"clock," he says. "Where are them coats?"
The lovely Wilkinson looks puzzled.
"Why," he says. "Why--they"re in our stock room at 245 Broadway."
"Can we get in there to-night?" asks Alex, reachin" for his hat.
"I have a key," says Wilkinson, "but I"m afraid I don"t quite get the idea. I--"
"Look here!" says Alex, very brisk. "I"m goin" to deliver you and one thousand of them overcoats outside the War Department in Washington at five o"clock to-morrow afternoon! What will you get if you land this order?"
The lovely Wilkinson leaps out of his chair.
"Why--I--," he splutters, "I--get fifteen per cent if--but you can"t get the coats there, it"s impossible! Why--"
"Never let me hear you use that word impossible" again!" snorts Alex.
"Speak United States! I spent a half hour to-night tellin" you that a man can do _anything_ if he wants to. Now look here, they ain"t no time to lose. I"ll land you and your coats in Washington to-morrow on time. That will cost your firm around a thousand dollars--the same bein" the price of the means of locomotion. I will take your word of honor that you will pay me twenty per cent of any profits you make on any order you take as a result of my efforts. Is it a bargain? Speak quick!"
"If you are thinking of getting a special train," says Wilkinson, "it can"t be--"
"Yes or no!" hollers Alex. "I"ll take care of the rest!"
"Yes!" yells the lovely Wilkinson, jumpin" around like some of Alex"s pep has entered his system. "If you put this over for me, I"ll give you _half_ of anything I get!"
"You"re gonna put it over yourself!" says Alex. "Now listen to me.
You grab a taxi and beat it down to your stock room. Get them overcoats ready and in about a hour I"ll call there for you. We"re goin" to Washington to-night and don"t be over five minutes sayin"
good-by to your wife!"
"But--" says Wilkinson, lookin" like Alex had him hypnotized.
"Git!" bawls Alex, and slams a hat on the lovely Wilkinson"s head.
Well, within four minutes the lovely Wilkinson has beat it, leavin"
behind a astounded and weepin" wife and Alex is on the phone callin" up the Gaflooey Auto Company"s service station and in ten minutes more he has arranged to have a truck and a mechanic chug-chuggin" outside the house. Then he turns to me.
"Here is another chance for you to lose some dough," he says. "I"m gonna take Wilkinson and his trick overcoats down to Washington by way of a auto truck. If we leave here at midnight, we got about seventeen hours to make 225 miles, that"s an average of around thirteen miles a hour. The Gaflooey one-ton truck can make twenty, if chased. Of course we may hit some b.u.m roads or lose the carburetor and so forth, which might delay us some. What"ll you bet I don"t put this over?"
I walked over to the window and looked out at New York. They is one of them rains fallin" that generally plays a week stand before pa.s.sin" on to the next village. I figured that trip in the middle of the night, the rain and the tough goin".
"Gimme a proposition," I says.
"All right," says Alex. "Me and Eve needs some furniture for the library. I"ll bet you fifteen hundred against a thousand that I get Wilkinson in Washington in time to put over his deal."
"I got you," I says. "If he gets there too late to put over anything with the War Department, I win--right?"
"Correct!" says Alex. "And now have Cousin Alice put up some sandwiches and the like for us. I got a lot to do!"
Well, at five minutes to twelve that night they was a Gaflooey truck gasolined its merry way aboard a Forty-second Street ferry. On board it was Alex, the lovely Wilkinson, one thousand storm-proof army overcoats and yours in the faith.
I ain"t liable to forget that trip for a long while to come, because I got soaked to the skin--with water--and just missed gettin" pneumonia by one cough. The rain kept gettin" worse and worse and it hadn"t a thing on the roads. We went through Trenton, N. J., along around 4 a.m. in a storm that would of made the Flood look like fallin" dew.
The mud is up over the hubs of the truck, but it keeps plowin" along at a steady gait with Alex and the mechanic takin" turns at the wheel. I crawled in under some of them one thousand overcoats at Philly and went to sleep, the last I heard bein" the lovely and half-drowned Wilkinson callin" out the time every fifteen minutes and moanin", "We"ll never make it!"
Mornin" brung no let up in the rain, but the old Gaflooey truck keeps thunderin" on. Sometimes we done five miles a hour, sometimes twenty and when this big baby was goin" twenty, believe me, it was rough sleddin"! We run into a bridge at Wilmington, Del., and at Baltimore we b.u.mped a Flivver off of the road, but outside of that they was nothin" but rain and mud and the lovely Wilkinson complainin" about the dampness, like he was the only one that was gettin" a endless cold shower.
It was twenty minutes of five when we rolled into the city limits of Washington and I"ll tell the world we was a rough lookin" bunch. Alex is grinnin" from ear to ear and slappin" Wilkinson on the back and this guy has perked up a bit, though wishin" out loud that he was home with coffee, bacon and eggs and Mrs. Wilkinson. I am cursin" the day that ever brung Alex into our family circle and wonderin" if death by double pneumonia is painful. The mechanic is fallin" asleep at the wheel, wakin" himself up from time to time with shots out of a flask and of lemon ice-cream sodas or something he had on his hip.