Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1888-07-10
MISCELLANEOUS.
Monthly Auction Trade Jour.
nal for July.

then just twenty years old, offered eight for the
entire lot-net spot cash.
! Atkinson, another Winchester boy Cand n
bang up, wide awake, splendid fellow Broad
was, tool laft at the idea of deviation from the
fixed figures of the great millionaire. In the
lot of goods ther wer values ranging from l2Is
to so cents. What an excitement tina wd crc-
ate, to slaughter everything at one uniform
butchery,-ten cents-in pious old winchester
But then thirty thousand yardsil Population
only 5000! Prcposterous wd call next
morning for and auser. The ofer had been
! submitted and accepted. The bill was await
ing settlement-goods redy to ship The fu-
ture net-spot-cash-before-6eli enthusiast
was shown into the cashiers office, his check
given on the Bank of North America, New
York City, for S2,557. Itwas handed to u little,
midle-aged. kingly-looking msu sitting in an
adjoining Office. who then requested the sales
man to show the purchaser in his private quar-
tiers. Never viii forget the piercing glare of
that cold steel eye, as he turned upon me. My
hart ccasd beating and almost wisht the in
fernal lawns were in Pandemonia- Young
man, it looks cd to ee a boy like you, from y
little. almost unknown town, far from the
great comercial centre, to plank down New
York funds, when Virginia bank notes five
per cent. discount. Tel me something of your
history and financial solidity." The Apple Pie
Ridger had gathered curage, and gave the
great merchant prince the brief outlines his
iron rule of twenty-five per cent and cash be-
for delivery. That was enuf. lyon can buy
all the goods you want Of this honse on our
best terms" And from that honr the dollar
week store boy of Jacob Senseney was In mer-
camille love with that magnificent mercantile
master of masters. From that hour this ritter
formed and fixed his resolution to make the
Metropolis his future battle field. But the war
! came on. He fel into the rank Of the grey and
Appomattox drew the red line in blood, leaving
the Runnymeade plow boy without dollar or
his name-eleven thousand in diets of honor.
two captured U. s. horses, four pistols, a thir
/ ty-shooter and his sword. This yeas his " f.
nnnciul ssolidity"- when next he stood in his
rebel regimentals befor the comercial king of
the earth. waiting TO hear once more the well
com. words that had, eight years befof. thrild
his brain with an ambition that had never slept
He had herd the sad story. had reached the
/ meridian. and was looking toward sundown.
and his great lieutenant, Libby, ansered. PAY
up the old det and then wei try II over agen."
"The time viii come" was al cud say. and
choking down the modification and humiIia-
tion. mustered curage to try his brother, II.
3. Clalin, when the bitter emp was drained TO
the very dreys. Victory alternated with dis
aster-triutnfs with defeats, and the time came
at last. But the great masters had slept out
! into the eternal!
| The sale in Winchester of that magnificent
lot of goods at ten cents was one of the corner
stones of the future trumfs. They wcr swept
! of in single month, and peple cald for the ten
cent lawns when snow was fonr feet deep. For
years after the peple talkd of that famos ava
!anch of unanserable nOkdown arguments
| Long afterward. during the war, in one of the
raids upon the Federal outposts of Sheridan
within a few miles of Winchester, we stopt at
an obscure cabin in the pine hills for the Gus
tomary corn bread and hay. "TIad none-al
ct up by the Yanks." The mistrcs of the cabin
recognized in the fearles rebel raiders Charley
! Rouss, and the corn crib and cupboard wer
thrown open FIRE. and the 40-rod flowed like
water. Yes"-pointing to the dres OF her
dauter's ten cent lawn got that of you"
She had laid by q silver dollar for more when
the war was over. God of TIcven! hadn't
seen q silver dollar or n drop of blu gras in
four yearsI
We cud have gotten n thousand dollars more
for the goods, and then sold eIn cheap, but
we took the hier road. and melted them down
into an advertisement that will outlive the au-
thor of his patrons of the long ago. And this
is the lesOn you ar to learn, ii, you will. from
stray unrecorded leaf OF private mercantile
history. Money is the mightest lever in the
world. Deliver at 10 per cent. cash down in
preference to 1C0 per cent. on the ledger, and
remember, what you lose in percentage you
make up in prestige and popularity. When
you deliver without the money down. you run
the same risk as the fellow who can't swim
when he ventures beyond the danger line with
the cd chances in favor of the water, for from
credit destruction there is absolutely no es-
cape; it simply prolongs the uncomfortable ag-
Ouy to which their unalterable Law giver is
mercy.
And what is 100 per cent profit, with %
chances out of 100 that you will lose it, com
pared with 20 per cent. cash DOWN. The very
I item you demand dollar fJr on the swet book.
you viii at best only realize so cents for
after the line is drawn perhaps not that :.
more probably nothing at al whilst your
awide awake. leyel-headed, sure-footed. sharp
cash compeer has duble or treble that aIredy
I in his money drawer. Is this not the plain,
honest truth in every day life Then why face
the inevitable disaster when these plain, strait
sure paths lay rite befor your One Il mas
terry from the word Go: the other is disaster
to-day, oblivion tomorrow, and next day for
/ gotten forever!
| Stewart delt the Gar of Credit terrific bows
but it was only for his pocket book. not in the
tru cans of the almity dollar. With deadIier
trusts the author of Net Spot Dash drove
homo to the hiIt terrific and titanic mortal
blows-went TO the root and ding for. bottom
then planting the fIosophy of facts before the
victims of credit tbraldon, It changed legions
in day to the hard-fsted fat Of cash before
delivery. Revenge is sweet TO the civilized as
well as to the savage The old barbaTic mon
ster buried this ritter and hosts of his lifelong
friends deep in the depths of oblivion, degre-
dation and despair from the ashes of utter
ruin few ever emerged-one Of thousand,
but Of that number Jour humble servant was
one. ard not for money alone. or for prestige
or power or popularity, but the savage spirit
of revenge-to pay back in triphamer metal
the internal demon at the rat of a million for
one. The pardonable pride OF pointing 10 the
vast armies who march in triumf under the
xlcior banner of Bullion in quick step. with
fearless fidelity and integrity. 10 the martial
metallic ring of gold. is finer far than the rec