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<h3>SHEARING THE WOLF</h3>
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<p>Jeff Peters was always eloquent when the ethics of his
profession was under discussion.</p>
<p>"The only times," said he, "that me and Andy Tucker ever had
any hiatuses in our cordial intents was when we differed on the
moral aspects of grafting. Andy had his standards and I had
mine. I didn't approve of all of Andy's schemes for levying
contributions from the public, and he thought I allowed my
conscience to interfere too often for the financial good of the
firm. We had high arguments sometimes. One word led on to
another till he said I reminded him of Rockefeller.</p>
<p>"'I don't know how you mean that, Andy,' says I, 'but we
have been friends too long for me to take offense at a taunt
that you will regret when you cool off. I have yet,' says I, 'to
shake hands with a subpœna server.'</p>
<p>"One summer me and Andy decided to rest up a spell in a fine
little town in the mountains of Kentucky called Grassdale. We
was supposed to be horse drovers, and good decent citizens
besides, taking a summer vacation. The Grassdale people liked
us, and me and Andy declared a cessation of hostilities, never
so much as floating the fly leaf of a rubber concession
prospectus or flashing a Brazilian diamond while we was
there.</p>
<p>"One day the leading hardware merchant of Grassdale drops
around to the hotel where me and Andy stopped, and smokes
with us, sociable, on the side porch. We knew him pretty well
from pitching quoits in the afternoons in the court house yard.
He was a loud, red man, breathing hard, but fat and
respectable beyond all reason.</p>
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<span class="caption">"Pitching quoits in the afternoon
in the court house yard."</span></div>
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<p>"After we talk on all the notorious themes of the day, this
Murkison—for such was his entitlements—takes a letter out of
his coat pocket in a careful, careless way and hands it to us to
read.</p>
<p>"'Now, what do you think of that?' says he, laughing—'a letter
like that to ME!'</p>
<p>"Me and Andy sees at a glance what it is; but we pretend to
read it through. It was one of them old time typewritten green
goods letters explaining how for $1,000 you could get $5,000
in bills that an expert couldn't tell from the genuine; and going
on to tell how they were made from plates stolen by an
employee of the Treasury at Washington.</p>
<p>"'Think of 'em sending a letter like that to ME!' says
Murkison again.</p>
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<span class="caption">"'Think of 'em sending a letter like
that to ME!'"</span></div>
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<p>"'Lot's of good men get 'em,' says Andy. 'If you don't answer
the first letter they let you drop. If you answer it they write
again asking you to come on with your money and do
business.'</p>
<p>"'But think of 'em writing to ME!' says Murkison.</p>
<p>"A few days later he drops around again.</p>
<p>"'Boys,' says he, 'I know you are all right or I wouldn't
confide in you. I wrote to them rascals again just for fun. They
answered and told me to come on to Chicago. They said
telegraph to J. Smith when I would start. When I get there I'm
to wait on a certain street corner till a man in a gray suit
comes along and drops a newspaper in front of me. Then I am
to ask him how the water is, and he knows it's me and I know
it's him.'</p>
<p>"'Ah, yes,' says Andy, gaping, 'it's the same old game. I've
often read about it in the papers. Then he conducts you to the
private abattoir in the hotel, where Mr. Jones is already
waiting. They show you brand new real money and sell you all
you want at five for one. You see 'em put it in a satchel for
you and know it's there. Of course it's brown paper when you
come to look at it afterward.'</p>
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<span class="caption">"'Of course, it's brown paper.'"</span></div>
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<p>"'Oh, they couldn't switch it on me,' says Murkison. 'I
haven't built up the best paying business in Grassdale without
having witticisms about me. You say it's real money they
show you, Mr. Tucker?'</p>
<p>"'I've always—I see by the papers that it always is,' says
Andy.</p>
<p>"'Boys,' says Murkison, 'I've got it in my mind that them
fellows can't fool me. I think I'll put a couple of thousand in
my jeans and go up there and put it all over 'em. If Bill
Murkison gets his eyes once on them bills they show him he'll
never take 'em off of 'em. They offer $5 for $1, and they'll
have to stick to the bargain if I tackle 'em. That's the kind of
trader Bill Murkison is. Yes, I jist believe I'll drop up Chicago
way and take a 5 to 1 shot on J. Smith. I guess the water'll be
fine enough.'</p>
<p>"Me and Andy tries to get this financial misquotation out of
Murkison's head, but we might as well have tried to keep the
man who rolls peanuts with a toothpick from betting on
Bryan's election. No, sir; he was going to perform a public
duty by catching these green goods swindlers at their own
game. Maybe it would teach 'em a lesson.</p>
<p>"After Murkison left us me and Andy sat a while prepondering
over our silent meditations and heresies of reason. In our idle
hours we always improved our higher selves by ratiocination
and mental thought.</p>
<p>"'Jeff,' says Andy after a long time, 'quite unseldom I have
seen fit to impugn your molars when you have been chewing
the rag with me about your conscientious way of doing
business. I may have been often wrong. But here is a case
where I think we can agree. I feel that it would be wrong for
us to allow Mr. Murkison to go alone to meet those Chicago
green goods men. There is but one way it can end. Don't you
think we would both feel better if we was to intervene in some
way and prevent the doing of this deed?'</p>
<p>"I got up and shook Andy Tucker's hand hard and long.</p>
<p>"'Andy,' says I, 'I may have had one or two hard thoughts
about the heartlessness of your corporation, but I retract 'em
now. You have a kind nucleus at the interior of your exterior
after all. It does you credit. I was just thinking the same thing
that you have expressed. It would not be honorable or
praiseworthy,' says I, 'for us to let Murkison go on with this
project he has taken up. If he is determined to go let us go
with him and prevent this swindle from coming off.'</p>
<p>"Andy agreed with me; and I was glad to see that he was in
earnest about breaking up this green goods scheme.</p>
<p>"'I don't call myself a religious man,' says I, 'or a fanatic in
moral bigotry, but I can't stand still and see a man who has
built up his business by his own efforts and brains and risk be
robbed by an unscrupulous trickster who is a menace to the
public good.'</p>
<p>"'Right, Jeff,' says Andy. 'We'll stick right along with
Murkison if he insists on going and block this funny business.
I'd hate to see any money dropped in it as bad as you would.'</p>
<p>"Well, we went to see Murkison.</p>
<p>"'No, boys,' says he. 'I can't consent to let the song of this
Chicago siren waft by me on the summer breeze. I'll fry some
fat out of this ignis fatuus or burn a hole in the skillet. But I'd
be plumb diverted to death to have you all go along with me.
Maybe you could help some when it comes to cashing in the
ticket to that 5 to 1 shot. Yes, I'd really take it as a pastime
and regalement if you boys would go along too.'</p>
<p>"Murkison gives it out in Grassdale that he is going for a few
days with Mr. Peters and Mr. Tucker to look over some iron
ore property in West Virginia. He wires J. Smith that he will
set foot in the spider web on a given date; and the three of us
lights out for Chicago.</p>
<p>"On the way Murkison amuses himself with premonitions and
advance pleasant recollections.</p>
<p>"'In a gray suit,' says he, 'on the southwest corner of Wabash
avenue and Lake street. He drops the paper, and I ask how the
water is. Oh, my, my, my!' And then he laughs all over for
five minutes.</p>
<p>"Sometimes Murkison was serious and tried to talk himself out
of his cogitations, whatever they was.</p>
<p>"'Boys,' says he, 'I wouldn't have this to get out in Grassdale
for ten times a thousand dollars. It would ruin me there. But I
know you all are all right. I think it's the duty of every
citizen,' says he, 'to try to do up these robbers that prey upon
the public. I'll show 'em whether the water's fine. Five dollars
for one—that's what J. Smith offers, and he'll have to keep his
contract if he does business with Bill Murkison.'</p>
<p>"We got into Chicago about 7 <span class="smallcaps">p.m.</span>
Murkison was to meet the
gray man at half past 9. We had dinner at a hotel and then
went up to Murkison's room to wait for the time to come.</p>
<p>"'Now, boys,' says Murkison, 'let's get our gumption together
and inoculate a plan for defeating the enemy. Suppose while
I'm exchanging airy bandage with the gray capper you gents
come along, by accident, you know, and holler: "Hello,
Murk!" and shake hands with symptoms of surprise and
familiarity. Then I take the capper aside and tell him you all
are Jenkins and Brown of Grassdale, groceries and feed, good
men and maybe willing to take a chance while away from
home.'</p>
<p>"'"Bring 'em along," he'll say, of course, "if they care to
invest." Now, how does that scheme strike you?'</p>
<p>"'What do you say, Jeff?' says Andy, looking at me.</p>
<p>"'Why, I'll tell you what I say,' says I. 'I say let's settle this
thing right here now. I don't see any use of wasting any more
time.' I took a nickel-plated .38 out of my pocket and clicked
the cylinder around a few times.</p>
<p>"'You undevout, sinful, insidious hog,' says I to Murkison,
'get out that two thousand and lay it on the table. Obey with
velocity,' says I, 'for otherwise alternatives are impending. I
am preferably a man of mildness, but now and then I find
myself in the middle of extremities. Such men as you,' I went
on after he had laid the money out, 'is what keeps the jails and
court houses going. You come up here to rob these men of
their money. Does it excuse you?' I asks, 'that they were
trying to skin you? No, sir; you was going to rob Peter to
stand off Paul. You are ten times worse,' says I, 'than that
green goods man. You go to church at home and pretend to be
a decent citizen, but you'll come to Chicago and commit
larceny from men that have built up a sound and profitable
business by dealing with such contemptible scoundrels as you
have tried to be to-day. How do you know,' says I, 'that that
green goods man hasn't a large family dependent upon his
extortions? It's you supposedly respectable citizens who are
always on the lookout to get something for nothing,' says I,
'that support the lotteries and wild-cat mines and stock
exchanges and wire tappers of this country. If it wasn't for you
they'd go out of business. The green goods man you was
going to rob,' says I, 'studied maybe for years to learn his
trade. Every turn he makes he risks his money and liberty and
maybe his life. You come up here all sanctified and vanoplied
with respectability and a pleasing post office
address to swindle him. If he gets the money you can squeal to
the police. If you get it he hocks the gray suit to buy supper
and says nothing. Mr. Tucker and me sized you up,' says I,
'and came along to see that you got what you deserved. Hand
over the money,' says I, 'you grass fed hypocrite.'</p>
<p>"I put the two thousand, which was all in $20 bills, in my
inside pocket.</p>
<p>"'Now get out your watch,' says I to Murkison. 'No, I don't
want it,' says I. 'Lay it on the table and you sit in that chair
till it ticks off an hour. Then you can go. If you make any
noise or leave any sooner we'll handbill you all over
Grassdale. I guess your high position there is worth more than
$2,000 to you.'</p>
<p>"Then me and Andy left.</p>
<p>"On the train Andy was a long time silent. Then he says: 'Jeff,
do you mind my asking you a question?'</p>
<p>"'Two,' says I, 'or forty.'</p>
<p>"'Was that the idea you had,' says he, 'when we started out
with Murkison?'</p>
<p>"'Why, certainly,' says I. 'What else could it have been?
Wasn't it yours, too?'</p>
<p>"In about half an hour Andy spoke again. I think there are
times when Andy don't exactly understand my system of ethics
and moral hygiene.</p>
<p>"'Jeff,' says he, 'some time when you have the leisure I wish
you'd draw off a diagram and foot-notes of that conscience of
yours. I'd like to have it to refer to occasionally.'"</p>
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