Milford chronicle., 1891-02-13
EArnER oE rHE 80 cART.
me Genius who s'stoelzs Up che ''Kaizi1''
and starts Kim On to Fortune.

Ibe Genius who s'stocl1s Up" the -AaiEiE''
ana starts Kim On to Fortune.
Out Of the naadding crowd, through the
GIANT nii4spins Of rolled paper and groups
IA blackened fnachinists and crowdtng
trucks and past pie shops and screened
Gambling dens till your hurried pace drives
Won to the street cehter, where at last you
find no obstacle TO quick progress but mud,
and then-quiet. -,
Won are IN lower Ann street, with life
fast throbbing left behind and deathlike
quiet In the Swamp" beyond
Dodaing push cart loaded to the brim
Will Inusty novels, their musty titles max
ing known their morally cobvebbed con
tents, you rush on with Broadway haste,
your nostrils filed with fetid rag odors
from nearby junk shops, till your nervous
eve reads, among a mass Of fellow creak-
ers, the sign IF. Brasher, Peddlers Sup
piled"
Through a grimy, dark entrance you feel
your way. aided by the faint burst Of light
a smoky sky pane gives to the space ahead,
when you suddenly find yourself in a
square room, piled ceiling high with shelves
on which are small paper boxes and pack
aces and twine and bundles inuumerable,
all in hopeless chaos; yet all looking cleaner
for their contrast with the neighboring
latyrfnths Of old bottles and tea lead-aii
this at one glance, and then your eye lights
on the other human occupant OF this queer
place and your start Of surprise at sight OF
him is answered BY his quiet glance OF
pride Of proprietorship at his reekng
shelves, and you know you are confronting
the '4peddleris friend"
He's a pleasant surprise, this godfather
Of street shOuters. Six feet tail, with a
GENTLE. outlet voice that comes through
pearly teeth, smooth shaven and spotlessly
linened, and he tells you how he started IN
at years Of age to earn his bread and PIE,
and YOU are surprised again to find that
he's been at It tVenty-eight years, and you
are convinced that mushrooms and soft
crabs must be his present diet when he
confidentiaIly tells you that he can call on
his bank now for $4,000.
sore eyedn merchants, ne says, are my
opportunity aiways-importers who bring
novelties here that WON'T sell till their op-
tics are disturbed at constant sight OF
"deadp stock.
"Then they send for me. make them
an offer. If it's accepted my stock COM
pany Of falkirs viii wheel their wagons up
in front OF the merchants store next day,
they would never have seen but for me.
'aThey're a great public r they want
quantity, not quality; a sensational name
takes them always; something that's going.
Those hcGinty ghosts were hoodooed from
the start, though regular 'stiffs' for sell
ing-guess they've Joined their father down
below Fountain pens are mightier than
sword canes-can't get 'em fast enough.
Cs-rT On nno fTrYnvrr ernrren5su ne the hnVa
call 'em. Made myself solid with the
Grand Army in Boston; had forty boys
there to sell medals and metal top canes.
Ny boys are 'hustling' in Chicago, St
Louis, Baltimore, New Orleans-in fact
wherever thereis a public
f'Prices are five, ten, fifteen and twenty
i've cents-never twenty. What don't sell
at quarter slumps to fifteen, and a ten
ner' that fails to fetch generally reaches
the popular pocket at five. What don't
catch on we 'slum'-shelve it, you know
but I know what's what, and we do pre-
cious little 'slumming'
my boys are all steady, honest fellows
I stock them up;' they sell; the risk is
mine. It's a steady living all year round
for them. havo sixty Of them OF and on
and put Off 600 worth Of otherwise
unsalable merchandise and novelties every
year.
Occasionally the boys get the common
ailment Of big head A few days Oi
weeks Of good sells may line fellows
purse with twenty-five bones He ther
rests on his oars, eats at Hitehcock's and
dissipates at Miners or the London till
It's ali gone. Then he's ready for worh
again. New York Herald.