"Listen!" b.u.t.ts in Alex, his eyes beginnin" to glitter. "You was built the same as anybody else, only thinner. I know what"s the matter with you--c"mere, I"ll show you!" He takes Arnold by the arm and leads him over to the Gaflooey chummy roadster. "D"ye see that automobile there?" he says. "Look at it. What is it--nothin" but a pile of metal and wood! It can"t talk, it can"t think--but it"s got a little b.u.t.ton down there in the dash and when you push it, that car will keep on runnin" till the gasoline gives out or it hits a tree! That b.u.t.ton"s called a self-commencer and that"s what you need! Ain"t there no b.u.t.tons up in your head that you can push and get yourself goin"? Is that pile of metal better than you? You can go down now and take a job where you won"t get your hands dirty, but if your Dad hadn"t been a self-starter fifty years ago, _you"d_ be callin" a Wop foreman "Boss"
to-day and likin" it!"
Arnold stops yawnin" and looks interested, where he don"t look mad.
Margot nods her head and puts her hand on his arm.
"Arnold dear," she says, "he"s right! It"s time you did try to do something, especially now. I don"t want to lecture you, dear, but--"
"I don"t know whether he"s right or not," says Arnold, "but I do know that extraordinary speech of his has me thinking. Also, it sounded great to me and there"s no reason why it shouldn"t sound just as great to Dad! He loves that sort of thing and I"m going up and repeat it, word for word! I"m going to tell him we"re married and that I"ll start to work for him whenever he likes. I can try it, anyhow!"
Margot looks at Alex like she would kiss him if it wasn"t for the looks of the thing, and Alex whispers in my ear that the Gaflooey roadster is as good as sold. We all got in it--it was runnin" like a watch now--and roll up to the house. The newly-weds goes inside, while me and Alex stays out on the porch, and in about half an hour they come out again, bringin" old Runyon Q. Sampson with "em. The old gent walks over to Alex and holds out his hand.
"My boy," he says, "I want to thank you for what you"ve done to this cub of mine. I don"t know what you told him, but he"s a different person from the time I saw him last. He sounds like a real man, now!
I"m going to do something for you in return. I won"t buy one of these infernal cars of yours, wouldn"t have it for a gift! But, if you"ll tell me what your commission on the sale would have amounted to, I"ll write you a check for that figure."
Margot looks at Alex, and then she looks at the car.
"Why, I think its a perfect dear!" she says, "and those colors real harmony itself!"
Alex bounces forward, his eyes glitterin" again.
"We were thinkin" of callin" this model the Margot Meringue," he says, "and--"
"Come, come!" interrupts old Runyon Q., "let"s straighten this matter up." He takes out his check book and fountain pen. "I want to take you children down to Tiffany"s and have Margot pick out a suitable wedding gift. We have--"
"May I have anything I want?" asks Margot, kinda innocent.
"Of course you can!" beams the old boy, pinchin" her cheek.
"Then buy me a Gaflooey chummy roadster!" she says. "I think this one is a perfect love of a car!"
Oh, boy!
Alex tries to look unconcerned, but he couldn"t help droppin" his hat.
The old man coughs and gets red in the face, but he was game.
"All right!" he snorts at Alex. "You win. You can say you"re the only man that ever got the best of Runyon Q. Sampson! What"s the amount?"
I went into the office of the Gaflooey Company with Alex when he went back and the president is waitin" for him with blood in his eye.
"You needn"t begin your excuses!" he says to Alex. "The mechanic has told me how you made a mess of everything and Sampson refused to buy the car. I didn"t think they made any ten-thousand-a-year-men up in Vermont when I hired you, but I took a chance. New York"s too big for you fellows; I guess you were only a flash in the pan! Just think what it would have meant had you sold the car to old Sampson! Why, the advertising alone would--"
"I guess you"re right about me bein" a flash in the pan," b.u.t.ts in Alex, "but I found another pan! I don"t know whether this is any good for advertisin" or not, but I sold that chummy roadster to Sampson and he has give it to his daughter-in-law for a weddin" gift."
The president jumps from his chair, very light for a man of his heft.
"Great!" he hollers, "great!" He looks at Sampson"s check which Alex hands over. "I knew you"d do it! I saw you had the stuff in you the minute you first walked in this office. That"s the place to get first string men--right from the country, and Vermont has furnished more than her share. They told me you"d fall down because New York was too big for you, but I knew different. They can"t fool me when it comes to judging men! I"ll get our advertising men right to work on this copy, and we"ll hit the morning papers with it. This is great! Now if Sampson"s daughter-in-law was only in the public eye, know what I mean, this would be wonderful! We"ve had a man after Margot Meringue for a month, but she"s away somewhere. You probably won"t know her; she"s a big movie star and we"d _give_ her a car if she"d only endorse it.
Why, if we landed her--"
"That"s who Sampson give the car to," says Alex. "His son and her just got wed and he give her the Gaflooey roadster for a weddin" gift. How about that New York manager job--do I get it?"
"Do you get it!" shrieks the president. "Why, say--you"re _it_, right now!"
"That"s fine!" says Alex. "I"ll take the job the day after to-morrow!"
"I see!" says the president, breakin" his neck tryin" to make himself a good fellah. "You want a day off after your labors, eh?"
"No!" says Alex, "I got to go out and see Sampson again to-morrow, because havin" give this roadster to his daughter-in-law, naturally he"ll need one for hisself now!"
CHAPTER III
PLAY YOUR ACE!
This here combination that opens the door to success is a funny thing--everybody"s lookin" for it and everybody"s got it! Some guys knows just where to put their hands on it when they get the big chance to crack the safe of fame and as a result they become boss bankers or boss bricklayers--either of which is a trick and hard to do. Other guys forget the first three numbers or somethin" and never get better than John Smiths in the telephone book of life.
It takes speed to get a baseball from the pitcher to the catcher, but it"s _control_ that puts the pill over the plate, which may be the answer to why John D. Rockefeller ain"t payin" _you_ rent and you got your first time to be elected president of anything, from the dear old U. S. A. to the Red Carnation Social Club. Instead of sittin" around knockin" winners every time the papers print a new one, give yourself the once over and see if you can find out what _your_ trick is. You may only be able to wiggle your left ear funnier than anybody on the block--Great! _Cash on it_! It"s a cinch you can do _somethin",_ and once you find out what that somethin" is, the rest is as easy as fallin" off Pike"s Peak!
No--easier! Because you gotta climb Pike"s Peak before you can fall off. You may be a guy like Hector Sells, which started life with a straight flush, and played it like it was a pair of deuces. If somebody hadn"t peeped over his shoulder, seen what he held and played it for him, Hector would still be thinkin" that the only guy in the world drawin" over twenty bucks a week was J. P. Morgan. As it is, Hector has $2.75 right now for every wave in the ocean, and when you go to see him, you become acquainted with all the office boys in the world.
Here"s the answer.
One night after dinner the wife and I are provin" to each other that the road of true love is rough and full of detours, when they"s a ring at the bell. We practised self-denial and laid off sc.r.a.ppin" long enough for friend wife to open the door. I made a bet with myself and win easy. In comes Alex.
"Huh!" he says. "Is they an argument goin" on here again?"
"You said it!" I tells him. "Come on in, you"re just in time. We"ll make it three-handed!"
"I don"t know why you got married when you"re always quarrelin"," he says, sittin" down.
"That ain"t all you don"t know!" I says.
"Kindly lay off my cousin," says the wife. "They ain"t no use in showin" the world that I have married a brute!"
With that she presses four dollars" worth of Irish lace against her eyes and develops a cold in the head. So the same as usual, I went over and patted her on the shoulder which was shakin" the most.
"You win, honey!" I says, with a dollar"s worth of vaseline on every word. "I"ll never speak another harsh word to you or Alex again. The next time I feel sarcastic, I"ll go out in the kitchen and have some words with the cat. Everybody in the apartment house knows what I think of _you_, and I must be _wild_ over Alex or he"d never be in this flat a second time. If--"
"Never mind the salve!" cuts in the wife. "You"d talk your way out of pneumonia!"
But they was a smile went with that--the same giggle that used to make "em fight for standin" room in the Winter Garden. So we was all happy and carefree again, with the exception of Alex.
"You"re too easy with him!" he growls to the wife, disappointed because peace had come. "If you"d punish him, he"d be a better husband."
"She does punish me somethin" cruel!" I says. "By invitin" _you_ up every day!"
And then of course all bets was off and we all went over the top again!