"as i have told you before," said jeff peters, "i never had much confidence in the perfidiousness of woman. as partners or coeducators in the most innocent line of graft they are not trustworthy."
"they deserve the compliment," said i. "i think they are entitled to be called the honest sex."
"why shouldn't they be?" said jeff. "they've got the other sex either grafting or working overtime for 'em. they're all right in business until they get their emotions or their hair touched up too much. then you want to have a flat footed, heavy breathing man with sandy whiskers, five kids and a building and loan mortgage ready as an understudy to take her desk. now there was that widow lady that me and andy tucker engaged to help us in that little matrimonial agency scheme we floated out in cairo.
"when you've got enough advertising capital—say a roll as big as the little end of a wagon tongue—there's money in matrimonial agencies. we had about $6,000 and we expected to double it in two months, which is about as long as a scheme like ours can be carried on without taking out a new jersey charter.
"we fixed up an advertisement that read about like this:
"charming widow, beautiful, home loving, 32 years, possessing $3,000 cash and owning valuable country property, would remarry. would prefer a poor man with affectionate disposition to one with means, as she realizes that the solid virtues are oftenest to be found in the humble walks of life. no objection to elderly man or one of homely appearance if faithful and true and competent to manage property and invest money with judgment. address, with particulars.
lonely,
care of peters & tucker, agents, cairo, ill.
"'so far, so pernicious,' says i, when we had finished the literary concoction. 'and now,' says i, 'where is the lady.'
"andy gives me one of his looks of calm irritation.
"'jeff,' says he, 'i thought you had lost them ideas of realism in your art. why should there be a lady? when they sell a lot of watered stock on wall street would you expect to find a mermaid in it? what has a matrimonial ad got to do with a lady?'
"'now listen,' says i. 'you know my rule, andy, that in all my illegitimate inroads against the legal letter of the law the article sold must be existent, visible, producible. in that way and by a careful study of city ordinances and train schedules i have kept out of all trouble with the police that a five dollar bill and a cigar could not square. now, to work this scheme we've got to be able to produce bodily a charming widow or its equivalent with or without the beauty, hereditaments and appurtenances set forth in the catalogue and writ of errors, or hereafter be held by a justice of the peace.'
"'well,' says andy, reconstructing his mind, 'maybe it would be safer in case the post office or the peace commission should try to investigate our agency. but where,' he says, 'could you hope to find a widow who would waste time on a matrimonial scheme that had no matrimony in it?'
"i told andy that i thought i knew of the exact party. an old friend of mine, zeke trotter, who used to draw soda water and teeth in a tent show, had made his wife a widow a year before by drinking some dyspepsia cure of the old doctor's instead of the liniment that he always got boozed up on. i used to stop at their house often, and i thought we could get her to work with us.
"'twas only sixty miles to the little town where she lived, so i jumped out on the i. c. and finds her in the same cottage with the same sunflowers and roosters standing on the washtub. mrs. trotter fitted our ad first rate except, maybe for beauty and age and property valuation. but she looked feasible and praiseworthy to the eye, and it was a kindness to zeke's memory to give her the job.
"'is this an honest deal you are putting on, mr. peters,' she asks me when i tell her what we want.
"'mrs. trotter,' says i, 'andy tucker and me have computed the calculation that 3,000 men in this broad and unfair country will endeavor to secure your fair hand and ostensible money and property through our advertisement. out of that number something like thirty hundred will expect to give you in exchange, if they should win you, the carcass of a lazy and mercenary loafer, a failure in life, a swindler and contemptible fortune seeker.
"'me and andy,' says i, 'propose to teach these preyers upon society a lesson. it was with difficulty,' says i, 'that me and andy could refrain from forming a corporation under the title of the great moral and millennial malevolent matrimonial agency. does that satisfy you?'
"'it does, mr. peters,' says she. 'i might have known you wouldn't have gone into anything that wasn't opprobrious. but what will my duties be? do i have to reject personally these 3,000 ramscallions you speak of, or can i throw them out in bunches?'
"'your job, mrs. trotter,' says i, 'will be practically a cynosure. you will live at a quiet hotel and will have no work to do. andy and i will attend to all the correspondence and business end of it.
"'of course,' says i, 'some of the more ardent and impetuous suitors who can raise the railroad fare may come to cairo to personally press their suit or whatever fraction of a suit they may be wearing. in that case you will be probably put to the inconvenience of kicking them out face to face. we will pay you $25 per week and hotel expenses.'
"'give me five minutes,' says mrs. trotter, 'to get my powder rag and leave the front door key with a neighbor and you can let my salary begin.'
"so i conveys mrs. trotter to cairo and establishes her in a family hotel far enough away from mine and andy's quarters to be unsuspicious and available, and i tell andy.
"'great,' says andy. 'and now that your conscience is appeased as to the tangibility and proximity of the bait, and leaving mutton aside, suppose we revenoo a noo fish.'
"so, we began to insert our advertisement in newspapers covering the country far and wide. one ad was all we used. we couldn't have used more without hiring so many clerks and marcelled paraphernalia that the sound of the gum chewing would have disturbed the postmaster-general.
"we placed $2,000 in a bank to mrs. trotter's credit and gave her the book to show in case anybody might question the honesty and good faith of the agency. i knew mrs. trotter was square and reliable and it was safe to leave it in her name.
"with that one ad andy and me put in twelve hours a day answering letters.
"about one hundred a day was what came in. i never knew there was so many large hearted but indigent men in the country who were willing to acquire a charming widow and assume the burden of investing her money.
"most of them admitted that they ran principally to whiskers and lost jobs and were misunderstood by the world, but all of 'em were sure that they were so chock full of affection and manly qualities that the widow would be making the bargain of her life to get 'em.
"every applicant got a reply from peters & tucker informing him that the widow had been deeply impressed by his straightforward and interesting letter and requesting them to write again; stating more particulars; and enclosing photograph if convenient. peters & tucker also informed the applicant that their fee for handing over the second letter to their fair client would be $2, enclosed therewith.
"there you see the simple beauty of the scheme. about 90 per cent. of them domestic foreign noblemen raised the price somehow and sent it in. that was all there was to it. except that me and andy complained an amount about being put to the trouble of slicing open them envelopes, and taking the money out.
"some few clients called in person. we sent 'em to mrs. trotter and she did the rest; except for three or four who came back to strike us for carfare. after the letters began to get in from the r.f.d. districts andy and me were taking in about $200 a day.
"one afternoon when we were busiest and i was stuffing the two and ones into cigar boxes and andy was whistling 'no wedding bells for her' a small slick man drops in and runs his eye over the walls like he was on the trail of a lost gainesborough painting or two. as soon as i saw him i felt a glow of pride, because we were running our business on the level.
"'i see you have quite a large mail to-day,' says the man.
"i reached and got my hat.
"'come on,' says i. 'we've been expecting you. i'll show you the goods. how was teddy when you left washington?'
"i took him down to the riverview hotel and had him shake hands with mrs. trotter. then i showed him her bank book with the $2,000 to her credit.
"'it seems to be all right,' says the secret service.
"'it is,' says i. 'and if you're not a married man i'll leave you to talk a while with the lady. we won't mention the two dollars.'
"'thanks,' says he. 'if i wasn't, i might. good day, mrs. peters.'
"toward the end of three months we had taken in something over $5,000, and we saw it was time to quit. we had a good many complaints made to us; and mrs. trotter seemed to be tired of the job. a good many suitors had been calling to see her, and she didn't seem to like that.
"so we decides to pull out, and i goes down to mrs. trotter's hotel to pay her last week's salary and say farewell and get her check for the $2,000.
"when i got there i found her crying like a kid that don't want to go to school.
"'now, now,' says i, 'what's it all about? somebody sassed you or you getting homesick?'
"'no, mr. peters,' says she. 'i'll tell you. you was always a friend of zeke's, and i don't mind. mr. peters, i'm in love. i just love a man so hard i can't bear not to get him. he's just the ideal i've always had in mind.'
"'then take him,' says i. 'that is, if it's a mutual case. does he return the sentiment according to the specifications and painfulness you have described?'
"'he does,' says she. 'but he's one of the gentlemen that's been coming to see me about the advertisement and he won't marry me unless i give him the $2,000. his name is william wilkinson.' and then she goes off again in the agitations and hysterics of romance.
"'mrs. trotter,' says i, 'there's no man more sympathizing with a woman's affections than i am. besides, you was once the life partner of one of my best friends. if it was left to me i'd say take this $2,000 and the man of your choice and be happy.
"'we could afford to do that, because we have cleaned up over $5,000 from these suckers that wanted to marry you. but,' says i, 'andy tucker is to be consulted.
"'he is a good man, but keen in business. he is my equal partner financially. i will talk to andy,' says i, 'and see what can be done.'
"i goes back to our hotel and lays the case before andy.
"'i was expecting something like this all the time,' says andy. 'you can't trust a woman to stick by you in any scheme that involves her emotions and preferences.'
"'it's a sad thing, andy,' says i, 'to think that we've been the cause of the breaking of a woman's heart.'
"'it is,' says andy, 'and i tell you what i'm willing to do, jeff. you've always been a man of a soft and generous heart and disposition. perhaps i've been too hard and worldly and suspicious. for once i'll meet you half way. go to mrs. trotter and tell her to draw the $2,000 from the bank and give it to this man she's infatuated with and be happy.'
"i jumps up and shakes andy's hand for five minutes, and then i goes back to mrs. trotter and tells her, and she cries as hard for joy as she did for sorrow.
"two days afterward me and andy packed up to go.
"'wouldn't you like to go down and meet mrs. trotter once before we leave?' i asks him. 'she'd like mightily to know you and express her encomiums and gratitude.'
"'why, i guess not,' says andy. 'i guess we'd better hurry and catch that train.'
"i was strapping our capital around me in a memory belt like we always carried it, when andy pulls a roll of large bills out of his pocket and asks me to put 'em with the rest.
"'what's this?' says i.
"'it's mrs. trotter's two thousand,' says andy.
"'how do you come to have it?' i asks.
"'she gave it to me,' says andy. 'i've been calling on her three evenings a week for more than a month.'
"'then are you william wilkinson?' says i.
"'i was,' says andy."
