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"See 'em pour!" interrupted Van Dorn.
"and the premiums going out in a steady stream."
At this there was a general yell and another fit of laughter.
"I am sorry," the letter continued, "that we adopted that watch, however, for I have found a much better one here, and have got on the 'inside.' I have sent on a number of them, which you can use where people call in person for their premiums."
"They'll call," said Livingstone. "'Line forms up on the right. Come early to avoid the rush.'"
"I have sent them to you C.O.D."
Perner gaped up at the others.
"Oh, he has! He's sent them C.O.D.! Um! well, I don't think we'll use many of those watches--not _this_ week.
"I am anxious to know, of course, just how matters are going, and if we beat Frisby the first day. Wire me to this address just what we did and are doing. I will be with you in a few days more."
"We'll wire him," grunted Van Dorn. "The wire'll be so hot he'll dance when it touches him. Beat Frisby! Oh, yes; we'll wire him!"
They did, in fact, at once, and within the hour received Barrifield's reply. It was conveyed in a single brief word:
CHICAGO, October 27, 1897.
_To the "Whole Family," New York._
Capitalize!
(Signed) BARRIFIELD.
Perner read it, and it was handed to each of the others in turn. Then they looked at each other. Van Dorn said pleasantly:
"Why, yes; that's so. Capitalize! I hadn't thought of that. Stony, get up here and capitalize!"
Livingstone dug down in his pockets and brought up fifty-six cents.
"All right," he said. "That's every nickel I've got in the world. Let's capitalize!"
Almost immediately there came another telegram from Barrifield.
_To the "Whole Family," New York._
Don't sell any of my stock.
(Signed) BARRIFIELD.
This promptly sent Perner off into another fit of hysterics.
"Oh, no; don't sell any of his stock!" he howled. "Don't! Don't sell any of _his_ stock! Please don't! Sell mine!"
XVII
A TELEGRAM FROM MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND TO MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
CLEVELAND, October 29, 1897.
_To Truman Livingstone, c/o the "Whole Family", New York._
Don't give up. Check one thousand to-day. Use it. Letter.
10 paid
(Signed) DOROTHY.
XVIII
GRABBING AT STRAWS
Barrifield arrived three days later and began at once his effort to secure capital. In this he was quite alone, as no one of the others made even an attempt to produce friends of financial ability. True, the Colonel, who was a friend of them all, and who at last knew something of the situation, declared that he would take a very satisfactory interest in the enterprise if the money he was expecting would but come. This event did not occur, however, and matters grew more precarious.
To be sure, the number of subscriptions increased somewhat for a time, and on one day in November reached the maximum of thirty-two. This, Perner figured, would give them something like ten thousand in a year if they could rely on that many every day. But on the next day the number was less than twenty, and the tendency continued downward.
As for Barrifield, he made a most n.o.ble effort. He interviewed men of means whom he had known for many years, and others whom he had known for less than as many minutes. He came in each evening to report. He spoke of capital as being "timid" at this season, but he never lost hope. The others, whose faith had become a mere rag, and who were inclined to regard further effort as a farce, still kept on, at his urging, preparing the second and third issues, though in a hopeless and half-hearted way. Some one has said that it is harder to stop a paper than to start one. The proprietors of the "Whole Family" realized this daily. The money coming in was far from sufficient for the expense, but it served to prolong the death agony from week to week.
Perner, who had carefully figured out by this time the impossibility of success from any standpoint, was for quitting forthwith and getting back to work. Van Dorn was somewhat inclined in the same direction; Livingstone also, perhaps, though he announced his readiness to stay in the field as long as there was anything to fight for. Barrifield and Colonel Hazard were for an effort to the death.
The Colonel was invaluable at this period. All bills that came were referred to him. It was hard enough not to be able to meet them, but what was still harder, payment, he averted with a skill and kindly grace that would have done credit to Beau Brummel himself. The landlord went away empty-handed and laughing, and the landlady, who called later with an offspring clinging to either side of her skirts, was flattered by the Colonel into leniency, and the offsprings kissed by him in the jolliest manner possible. When, a few days later, she came again, he said:
"I will do anything, madam, anything in the world to oblige you. I would even pay you if I could. I have kissed the children--I will do so again. I will--if you will permit me, madam-- I--" But the blus.h.i.+ng landlady had hurried away laughing, leaving the gallant Colonel and his a.s.sistants--now reduced in numbers to two--blus.h.i.+ng and laughing behind her. No one could be offended at the Colonel.
As for Bates, they still managed to pay his salary, and he appeared to be very busy--also, at times, very drunk. However, he kept away from them for the most part, for which they were duly grateful.
Each night Barrifield had some one in view who would certainly come to the rescue on the morrow. Each night it was a different one. The rescuer of the night before had just invested his capital, was just about to do so, or had just lost largely on some former investment. Rushly of the "Home," and President Bright of Bright & Sons' Stellar, were both enthusiastic over the opportunity, and would certainly mention it to their friends. For themselves, it was, unfortunately, out of the question for the present. Rushly had purchased stock in his own paper.
President Bright, in conjunction with his sons, had made large additions to their factory, etc. Truly, capital _was_ timid--unusually so.
Still Barrifield did not despair wholly. He gave a dinner, at last, to a number of men who were believed to have more or less capital at their command. At this dinner he set forth his plan in the most magnetic manner and glowing terms. His speech made a decided sensation. Almost to a man his guests declared it a good thing. One of them, the next morning, more conscientious than the others,--a n.o.ble spirit, in fact,--sent in his check for ten dollars--the first a.s.sessment on a single share.
And so the weeks dragged on. Subsequent rounds of the first issue were handled with no appreciable difficulty by the Colonel and his two a.s.sistants, and "the first round of the second issue" they managed to obtain from the printers in fairly decent season. But the third number dragged--dragged horribly--dragged until those who had subscribed began to write letters of inquiry that were not always polite. The "man with his sleeves rolled up" came to the rescue at last on this issue. He let them have it without the check. He even delivered the papers to the post-office for them, and advanced the postage from his own purse.
Matters being now sufficiently desperate, Perner urged daily that they turn their subscriptions over to some other publication to fill, and quit, short off. He was getting frightfully pinched for means, and the others, except Barrifield, no less so. Barrifield still had his salary.
To be sure, they now had time in which to do some outside work, but the market had changed during the year, and it seemed almost impossible to dispose of matter which a year before the editors had fought for.