Twenty Years of Hus'ling
This I consented to do, and had no sooner settled down to business than
his creditors began crowding him, and in a very short time the business
"collapsed." The only thing I had from the wreck was an old
billiard-table which he turned over to me. As I had had quite a sad
experience in the billiard business only a year before, I now thought I
saw my only chance to get even. I therefore rented a room and opened a
billiard hall.
This was a regular bonanza, for about three weeks. Indeed, too much so,
for then, to my regret, the "City dads" passed an ordinance prohibiting
the running of billiard rooms. As I had commenced housekeeping about the
time I opened the billiard room, and had gone in debt for my furniture,
I found myself in a sad plight. The sale of the outfit enabled me to pay
but a small portion of my indebtedness.
I was now stranded, and ready for something else, but was completely
non-plussed to know what to do next. Of course I realized by this time
that I had a wife, and a "mother-in-law," and it began to look as though
there must be some genuine "hus'ling" done.
About this time the whole country thereabouts was thrown into the
wildest excitement over the supposed mysterious murder of Almeda Davis,
for which a young man named Bunnell was arrested, tried and acquitted.
Deputy-sheriff Dennis, who made the arrest, came to me the next day
after the young lady's death, and asked me to write it up for some of
the leading City Dailies. I agreed to do so, and to always give him a
good "send off," if he would furnish me with the minutest facts during
the whole case. He did so, and I guess would be surprised to learn that
I made more money out of that trial than he did, if it was a new
business to me. But it made us a comfortable living until about the
middle of winter, when I decided to move back to Ohio. Before arranging
to leave, I called on my creditors at Bronson--there were five of
them--and explained my position. They each agreed that I could do
nothing there, and might better make a change, and that they would
gladly wait till I could make a raise before asking or expecting me to
pay.
We then proceeded to Ohio, arriving home "broke," where I explained to
my folks "just how it all happened."
My mother said she thought I had done splendidly "for a married man."
Mr. Keefer said "It did beat the d----l!"
CHAPTER XII.
MORE HELP FROM MR. KEEFER--SIX WEEKS AS A HORSE-TRAINER--A MYSTERIOUS
PARTNER--COLLAPSED--HOW I MADE A RAISE--HOME AGAIN--FATHER TO A BOUNCING
BOY.
Soon after my arrival home I received a letter from a horse-trainer then
located at Springfield, Ohio, saying I had been recommended to him as a
splendid horse-back rider, a general "hus'ler" in business, and possibly
a good advertiser. As these were the requirements needed in his
business, he would give me a half interest in the same if I would join
him. He then went on to state the marvelous works he could do.
When I read this letter to my folks, my mother said she thought it a
splendid chance to get my neck broke, and leave a young widow.
Mr. Keefer said he'd bet I could ride any horse the fellow had.
I then gave Mr. Keefer the wink, and he followed me to the barn, when I
began negotiations for a small loan to take me to Springfield. He then
explained to me for the first time, that his affairs had become
somewhat embarrassed, through a bad investment, and it was almost
impossible for him to make both ends meet; "but," he added, "I have
never yet refused you, because I have always had faith in you; and I
believe in your ability to some day make lots of money, and I will see
what I can do to help you once more."
That day he called on a friend who loaned him the few dollars I needed,
and as he handed it to me he said: "I know it will all come right some
day."
I now began to realize what a pleasure it would be could I embark in a
well-paying business, just at the time when Mr. Keefer was in adverse
circumstances.
As there was no other opening for me, I immediately started for
Springfield, where I met the young horse-trainer, Prof. De Voe, with
whom I at once proceeded to form a co-partnership. He was a conundrum to
me, from the very outset. A short, thick-set young man, not over
eighteen years of age, with bushy, black hair, and dark eyes, a large
Roman nose, and extremely small hands and feet.
He was thoroughly posted in the science of Horse-training, first-class
in giving instructions, but poor in execution. I immediately wrote some
advertising matter, and after having it printed we started on our trip.
Our plan was to break unruly horses, and teach the method of doing it.
We would select one of the handsomest horses in the town where we were
operating, and I would first break him to ride under the saddle without
a bridle; then we would teach him to drive to the carriage without
reins, by the motion of the whip.
We had a splendid trade for about two weeks, and worked into the State
of Kentucky. We very soon learned that the people there knew more about
horses than we ever knew.
My partner and myself were frequently compelled to occupy the same room
at the hotels, and he would often frighten me half out of my wits, in
the middle of the night, by breaking out with a beautiful song, in a
sweet soprano voice; and at other times would get up in his sleep and,
after taking his position on a foot-stool, would strike out in a
splendid lecture on either the anatomy of the horse, or the art of
training him.
I would frequently wait and let him close his speech; after thanking his
supposed audience, he would again retire, without ever waking, or
realizing what he had done. There was no time when I ever heard him do
half so well in his lectures as when asleep.
He wore a boot three sizes too large, and gave as a reason for this,
that if a horse happened to step on his feet it wouldn't hurt his toes.
I often laughed at this foolish whim, and failed to quite understand
him. We remained together until we "collapsed," at Bowling Green, when
we decided to dissolve partnership.
He pawned a small lady's gold watch, which he said his deceased wife had
left him, and with the money bought a ticket for Cincinnati. I was
undecided whether to continue horse-training, or try and strike
something else.
After Prof. De Voe left, I remained at the hotel but a few days, when a
gentleman arrived there from the East, selling County rights for a
patent gate.
I remembered having had a conversation with a gentleman the day before,
who said he wanted to invest a hundred dollars in a good paying
business.
I asked the patent-right man what commission he would allow if I would
find a customer. He said twenty-five per cent. In less than two hours I
had sold a county for one hundred dollars. I received the twenty-five
dollars, and after settling my board bill, started for home.
On my way I stopped off a day in Cincinnati. While passing by a cheap
second-class hotel, a voice came from an upper window: "Halloo,
Johnston!" I halted, looked up and "hallooed" back. A lady, with her
head projecting out of the window, said: "Come up in the sitting-room."
I did as requested.
As I opened the door, she stepped forward and extended her hand, with
the remark: "How are you, Prof. Johnston? Where did you leave Prof. De
Voe?" I answered the question, adding: "Madam, you know me, but I can't
place you, although your countenance looks familiar."
She then stepped to a door leading into a bedroom, and asked me to look
inside and see if I saw anything that looked natural.
The very first article my eyes fell upon was a familiar-looking valise,
with the name, "Prof. De Voe," printed on it, and the same one that I
had frequently carried and had checked, on our recent horse-training
trip.
I then turned to the lady, and at once saw every expression of the
Professor's face in hers, and realized for the first time how I had
been deceived. Standing there before me, with the form and countenance
of Prof. De Voe, was one of the handsomest and most graceful young
ladies I had ever met. Instantly there came to mind the small feet, and
the flimsy excuse for wearing large boots. I also called to mind the
sweet soprano voice while singing, the lady's gold watch that was
pawned, the fact of the Professor having always persisted in looking
under the bed before retiring, and the timidity shown at the sudden
appearance of a mouse in the room; and one time in particular, when the
landlord where we stopped asked if we would occupy the same room and
bed, I objected seriously, telling him that I didn't like to sleep with
any man.
The incident just related is very unusual, and far from the range of
most people's experience.
The old adage, "Truth is stranger than fiction" is ably illustrated
here. And to prove its authenticity, I will say that I have letters in
my possession from Prof. De Voe, who is living with her second husband,
in Cincinnati, in which mention is made of our experience.
I of course felt humiliated that I had traveled six weeks with a lady as
partner without discovering the fact, but felt nevertheless that it was
not due to my stupidity, as I could readily see how perfect her disguise
was.
She explained to me that her husband--Prof. De Voe--had skipped to
Canada, through having financial trouble, and had left her with but
little money, several suits of clothes which fitted her nicely, and a
fair knowledge of horse-training, in which she felt certain to succeed.
I will here add that since my residence in Chicago I purchased a very
handsome balky horse for ninety dollars, which I succeeded in breaking
within ten days by Prof. De Voe's method, and afterwards sold him for
five hundred dollars.
While at Cincinnati I received a message summoning me home, where I
arrived the following morning, and two days later became the father of a
bouncing eleven-pound boy.
On my arrival home I explained to my folks "just how it all happened."
My mother said it showed just how bright I was, to travel six weeks with
a man and not know he was a woman.
Mr. Keefer said he guessed there was no harm done.
CHAPTER XIII.
ENGAGED IN THE PATENT-RIGHT BUSINESS--MY TRADE WITH BROTHER LONG--THE
COMPROMISE--MY SECOND TRADE WITH A DEACON--HIS SUNDAY HONESTY AND
WEEK-DAY ECONOMY--A NEW PARTNER--THE LANDLORD AND HIS CREAM
BISCUITS--HOW WE HEADED HIM OFF--A TRADE FOR A BALKY HORSE--HOW WE
PERSUADED HIM TO GO--OUR FINAL SETTLEMENT WITH THE LANDLORD.
The next day I received a letter from an old gentleman living at
Bronson, Mich., who had just patented a dropper for a reaping-machine,
and wanted me to sell County rights for him, and establish agencies. As
a drowning man clutches at a straw, so did I embrace this opportunity,
and instructed him to send on his papers at once, with the model. He did
so. On the day I received it my mother and myself were walking down
street, when I noticed her bowing to an elderly gentleman driving a
handsome pair of bay horses. I asked his name. She said it was Brother
Long.
"Brother Long," said I; "and who is Brother Long?"
"Why, he is a deacon in our church."
"Oh, I see. I wonder if he wouldn't like to trade those horses for
patent rights?" I ventured to remark.
She sarcastically observed that she would like to see me trade him out
of those beautiful horses.
That afternoon I called at his house with my model, and as I stepped in,
said: "How-do-you-do, Brother Long?" He smiled pleasantly, and extending
his hand inquired my name. "Why," said I, "I am a son of your sister
Keefer. Johnston is my name. Mr. Keefer is my step-father." "O, I
understand. Take a chair; lay off your hat. Aren't you the young man who