On arriving there I drove to the old farm, and with much pride related my experience and success to the folks.
My mother said she wouldn't give fifty cents for all the jewelry in the box, and in all probability the horse would die or something happen to him sooner or later.
Mr. Keefer said he didn't know about the jewelry, but one thing was sure, the horse and buggy were fine.
I saw the utter foolishness of trying to be a wholesaler, and began searching about for a customer for my entire lot of jewelry, whom I soon found in the person of a young man, whose note I took for two hundred and fifty dollars, and his father as signer, payable six months after date.
The next day I drove down town, and as was my custom after arriving home from a trip, my creditors were the very first persons I called on, and as usual, assured them that I was still alive and "hus'ling."
I also showed them the note I had and offered to turn it over to either of them who would pay me the difference between its face value and what I owed them.
They said they would rather take my individual note for the amount of my indebtedness, which I gave, drawing interest at eight per cent., all of which footed up to several hundred dollars. Now I was ready for other business.
