"Fine? My boy, I"m not much older than you are, but I have been connected with several large enterprises in Boston and elsewhere--if any one were to care to inquire about me they might drop a line to the Mexican and Rio Grande Rubber Company, the St. John"s Blood Orange Plantation Company, the Los Pocos Lead Development Company, the Sierra Cinnabar Grant, and a number of others, the addresses of which I could supply--and I never have seen anything so good as this. I am staking my entire business judgment upon it, and, of course, I shall retain the majority of stock myself, inasmuch as the article is my invention."
This being the psychological moment, Mr. Wallingford put forth his hand and had Mr. Lamb dump the tacks back into the large palm that had at first held them. He left them open to view, however, and presently Mr.
Lamb picked out one of them for examination. This particular tack was of an exquisite apple-green color, the covering for which had been clipped from one of Mr. Wallingford"s own expensive ties, glued to its place and carefully trimmed by Mr. Wallingford"s own hands. Mr. Lamb took it to the window for closer admiration, and the promoter, left to himself for a moment, stood before the gla.s.s to mop his face and head and neck. He had been working until he had perspired; but, looking into the gla.s.s at Mr. Lamb"s rigid back, he perceived that the work was well done. Mr. Lamb was profoundly convinced that the Universal Covered Carpet Tack Company was an ent.i.ty to be respected; nay, to be revered!
Mr. Lamb could already see the smoke belching from the tall chimneys of its factory, the bright lights gleaming out from its myriad windows where it was working overtime, the thousands of workmen streaming in at its broad gates, the loaded freight cars leaving every seven minutes!
"You"re not going home to dinner, are you, Mr. Lamb?" asked Mr.
Wallingford suddenly. "I owe you one for the splash, you know."
"Why--I"m expected home."
"Telephone them you"re not coming."
"We--we haven"t a telephone in the house."
"Telephone to the nearest drug store and send a messenger over."
Mr. Lamb looked down at himself. He was always neatly dressed, but he did not feel equal to the glitter of the big dining room downstairs.
"I am not--cleaned up," he objected.
"Nonsense! However, as far as that goes, we"ll have "em bring a table right here." And, taking the matter into his own hands, Mr. Wallingford telephoned for a waiter.
From that moment Mr. Lamb strove not to show his wonder at the heights to which human comfort and luxury can attain, but it was a vain attempt; for from the time the two uniformed attendants brought in the table with its snowy cloth and began to place upon it the shining silver and cut-gla.s.s service, with the centerpiece of red carnations, he began to grasp at a new world--and it was about this time that he wished he had on his best black suit. In the bathroom Mr. Wallingford came upon him as he held his collar ruefully in his hand, and needed no explanation.
"I say, old man, we can"t keep "em clean, can we? We"ll fix that."
The bellboys were anxious to answer summons from 44-A by this time. Mr.
Wallingford never used money in a hotel except for tips. It was scarcely a minute until a boy had that collar, with instructions to get another just like it.
"How are the cuffs? Attached, old man? All right. What size shirt do you wear?"
Mr. Lamb gave up. He was now past the point of protest. He told Mr.
Wallingford the number of his shirt. In five minutes more he was completely outfitted with clean linen, and when, washed and refreshed and spotless as to high lights, he stepped forth into what was now a perfectly appointed private dining room, he felt himself gradually rising to Mr. Wallingford"s own height and able to be supercilious to the waiters, under whose gaze, while his collar was soiled, he had quailed.
It was said by those who made a business of dining that Mr. Wallingford could order a dinner worth while, except for the one trifling fault of over-plenty; but then, Mr. Wallingford himself was a large man, and it took much food and drink to sustain that largeness. Whatever other critics might have said, Mr. Lamb could have but one opinion as they sipped their champagne, toward the end of the meal, and this opinion was that Mr. Wallingford was a genius, a prince of entertainers, a master of finance, a gentleman to be imitated in every particular, and that a man should especially blush to question his financial standing or integrity.
They went to the theater after dinner--box seats--and after the theater they had a little cold snack, amounting to about eleven dollars, including wine and cigars. Moreover, Mr. Lamb had gratefully accepted the secretaryship of the Universal Covered Carpet Tack Company.
CHAPTER III
MR. WALLINGFORD"S LAMB IS CAREFULLY INSPIRED WITH A FLASH OF CREATIVE GENIUS
The next morning, in spite of protests and warnings from his employer, Mr. Lamb resigned his position with the A. J. Dorman Company, and, jumping on a car, rode out to the far North Side, where he called at David Jasper"s tumble-down frame house. On either side of this were three neat houses that David had built, one at a time, on land he had bought for a song in his younger days; but these were for renting purposes. David lived in the old one for exactly the same reason that he wore the frayed overcoat and slouch hat that had done him duty for many years--they made him as comfortable as new ones, and appearances fed no one nor kept anybody warm.
Wholesome Ella Jasper met the caller at the door with an inward cordiality entirely out of proportion to even a close friend of the family, but her greeting was commonplaceness itself.
"Father"s just over to Kriegler"s, getting his gla.s.s of beer and his lunch," she observed as he shook hands warmly with her. Sometimes she wished that he were not quite so meaninglessly cordial; that he could be either a bit more shy or a bit more bold in his greeting of her.
"I might have known that," he laughed, looking at his watch. "Half-past ten. I"ll hurry right over there," and he was gone.
Ella stood in the doorway and looked after him until he had turned the corner of the house; then she sighed and went back to her baking. A moment later she was singing cheerfully.
It was a sort of morning lunch club of elderly men, all of the one lodge, the one building a.s.sociation, the one manner of life, which met over at Kriegler"s, and "Eddy" was compelled to sit with them for nearly an hour of slow beer, while politics, munic.i.p.al, state and national, was thoroughly thrashed out, before he could get his friend David to himself.
"Well, what brings you out so early, Eddy?" asked the old harness maker on the walk home. "Got a new gold-mining scheme again to put us all in the poorhouse?"
Eddy laughed.
"You don"t remember of the kid-glove miner taking anybody"s money away, do you?" he demanded. "I guess your old chum Eddy saw through the grindstone that time, eh?"
Mr. Jasper laughed and pounded him a sledge-hammer blow upon the shoulder. It was intended as a mere pat of approval.
"You"re all right, Eddy. The only trouble with you is that you don"t get married. You"ll be an old bachelor before you know it."
"So you"ve said before," laughed Eddy, "but I can"t find the girl that will have me."
"I"ll speak to Ella for you."
The younger man laughed lightly again.
"She"s my sister," he said gayly. "I wouldn"t lose my sister for anything."
David frowned a little and shook his head to himself, but he said nothing more, though the wish was close to his heart. He thought he was tactful.
"No, I"ve got that new job," went on young Lamb. "Another man from Boston, too. I"m in charge of the complete office organization of a brand-new manufacturing business that"s to start up here. Two hundred dollars a month to begin. How"s that?"
"Fine," said David. "Enough to marry on. But it sounds too good. Is he a sharper, too?"
"He don"t need to be. He seems to have plenty of money, and the article he"s going to start manufacturing is so good that it will pay him better to be honest than to be crooked. I don"t see where the man could go wrong. Why, look here!" and from his vest pocket he pulled an orange-headed tack. "Carpet tack--covered with any color you want--same color as your carpet so the tacks don"t show--only cost a little bit more than the cheap ones. Don"t you think it"s a good thing?"
David stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and put on his spectacles to examine the trifle critically.
"Is that all he"s going to make--just tacks?"
"Just tacks!" exclaimed the younger man. "Why, Dave, the Eureka Tack Company, that has a practical monopoly now of the tack business in this country, occupies a plant covering twenty acres. It employs thousands of men. It makes sixteen per cent. a year dividends, and has millions of dollars surplus in its treasury--undivided profits! Long freight trains leave its warehouses every day, loaded down with nothing but tacks; and that"s all they make--just tacks! Why, think, Dave, of how many millions of tacks are pulled out of carpets and thrown away every spring!"
Mr. Jasper was still examining the tack from head to point with deep interest. Now he drew a long breath and handed it back.
"It"s a big thing, even if it is little," he admitted. "Watch out for the man, though. Does he want any money?"
"Not a cent. Why, any money I"ve got he"d laugh at. I couldn"t give him any. He"s a rich man, and able to start his own factory. He"s going to organize a quarter of a million stock company and keep the majority of the stock himself."
"It might be pretty good stock to buy, if you could get some of it,"
decided Dave after some slow pondering.