[Illustration:  “Selling walking canes.”]

“‘Jeff,’ says Bill to me, ’you are a man of learning and education, besides having knowledge and information concerning not only rudiments but facts and attainments.’

“‘I do,’ says I, ‘and I have never regretted it.  I am not one,’ says I, ‘who would cheapen education by making it free.  Tell me,’ says I, ‘which is of the most value to mankind, literature or horse racing?’

“’Why—­er—­, playing the po—­I mean, of course, the poets and the great writers have got the call, of course,’ says Bill.

“‘Exactly,’ says I.  ’Then why do the master minds of finance and philanthropy,’ says I, ’charge us $2 to get into a race-track and let us into a library free?  Is that distilling into the masses,’ says I, ’a correct estimate of the relative value of the two means of self-culture and disorder?’

“‘You are arguing outside of my faculties of sense and rhetoric,’ says Bill.  ’What I wanted you to do is to go to Washington and dig out this appointment for me.  I haven’t no ideas of cultivation and intrigue.  I’m a plain citizen and I need the job.  I’ve killed seven men,’ says Bill; ’I’ve got nine children; I’ve been a good Republican ever since the first of May; I can’t read nor write, and I see no reason why I ain’t illegible for the office.  And I think your partner, Mr. Tucker,’ goes on Bill, ’is also a man of sufficient ingratiation and connected system of mental delinquency to assist you in securing the appointment.  I will give you preliminary,’ says Bill, ’$1,000 for drinks, bribes and carfare in Washington.  If you land the job I will pay you $1,000 more, cash down, and guarantee you impunity in boot-legging whiskey for twelve months.  Are you patriotic to the West enough to help me put this thing through the Whitewashed Wigwam of the Great Father of the most eastern flag station of the Pennsylvania Railroad?’ says Bill.

[Illustration:  “I’m a plain citizen and I need the job.”]

“Well, I talked to Andy about it, and he liked the idea immense.  Andy was a man of an involved nature.  He was never content to plod along, as I was, selling to the peasantry some little tool like a combination steak beater, shoe horn, marcel waver, monkey wrench, nail file, potato masher and Multum in Parvo tuning fork.  Andy had the artistic temper, which is not to be judged as a preacher’s or a moral man’s is by purely commercial deflections.  So we accepted Bill’s offer, and strikes out for Washington.

“Says I to Andy, when we get located at a hotel on South Dakota Avenue, G.S.S.W.  ’Now Andy, for the first time in our lives we’ve got to do a real dishonest act.  Lobbying is something we’ve never been used to; but we’ve got to scandalize ourselves for Bill Humble’s sake.  In a straight and legitimate business,’ says I, ’we could afford to introduce a little foul play and chicanery, but in a disorderly and heinous piece of malpractice like this it seems to me that the straightforward and aboveboard way is the best.  I propose,’ says I, ’that we hand over $500 of this money to the chairman of the national campaign committee, get a receipt, lay the receipt on the President’s desk and tell him about Bill.  The President is a man who would appreciate a candidate who went about getting office that way instead of pulling wires.’