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were other collectors, cashiers, and bookkeepers. If there was a scrupulous one in the lot, I don’t recall him. Each was entrusted with the handling of money. The bookkeepers were supposed to record everything that the collectors brought in. I quickly discovered how much skullduggery went on.

      The collectors were not turning in all they collected, the cashiers were holding back a little out of each collection, and the bookkeepers were not recording all that finally reached them. By various means, they managed to cover up their peculations.

      I was just a young fellow, but I had a sharp eye and a quick wit. When I quietly made it known to my fellow employees that I was aware of their peccadillos, they became ready, without further urging, to contribute small sums so that I would keep their secrets. All told, these sums amounted to considerably more than I was ever paid in salary.

      During this time, I met a beautiful girl. I called on her regularly and, before long, we were engaged to be married.

      One day I took her to meet my folks. My mother looked her over and approved. She called me to one side.

      “Joe,” Mother whispered, “she is a beautiful girl. But she is a girl for a rich man. She should not be a poor man’s wife.”

      “And I’m not going to be a poor man!” I replied. “I will give her everything she wants.”

      Having seen my parents struggle for their existence - my mother got up at five in the morning to open the store-I knew that such a life was not for me. Further, I had seen how much more money was being made by skullduggery than by honest toil.

      In my travels about the city as a collector, I had run into a customer who interested me very much. At other times, I saw him at the racecourses and in the saloons.

      Doc Meriwether always seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of money, a large part of which he spent at the racetracks. One day we got to talking over a glass of beer.

      “Joe,” he said, “you’re a bright young fellow. How much do you make on that collecting job?”

      “Not much,” I admitted and told him the amount.

      “It’s not enough. How would you like to go to work for me?”

      “I’d like to,” I replied. “But what do you have that I can do?”

      “Plenty,” he declared. “And I’ll pay you three times what you’re making now.”

      He explained his proposition in detail. I didn’t need much time to make a decision. At the end of the month, I left my job and went to work for Doc Meriwether.

      Doc Meriwether was one of the most picturesque characters in the Middle West. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and gaunt. He wore a Van Dyke beard and pince-nez glasses. He usually dressed in black - black trousers and black frock coat with extra long tails. He wore a flowing black cravat that covered half his shirt front.

      Out on the far west side of Chicago, Doc Meriwether had a “plant” where he manufactured “Meriwether’s Elixir” - good for the ills of man or beast. Doc particularly urged it as a sure cure for tapeworm.

      Meriwether’s Elixir was put up in tall, thirty-two-ounce bottles. It was a dark liquid with a pleasant taste - Doc saw to that by putting in a little of the right flavoring. He left most of the bottling and manufacturing to his wife, a buxom, pleasant-faced, industrious woman. The Doc felt that he had done his share of the work when he made up the formula.

      I don’t remember the exact recipe now. But the chief ingredient was rain water, caught and strained in big cisterns in the back yard of Doc’s combined home and factory. This rain water was drained off a barrel at a time, and into it Mrs. Meriwether mixed the other ingredients.

      One of these was cascara, just the right amount in each thirty-two -ounce bottle to get results - plus alcohol. It was an evil-looking concoction, but pleasant enough to take, thanks to the alcohol and flavoring which Doc had thoughtfully included.

      I cannot truthfully say whether anyone who took the Elixir ever got rid of a tapeworm or not. But many thought they did, for the cascara worked on everybody. As matter of fact, I doubt if very many people had tapeworm, though nearly all imagined they did.

      For in that period we had a tapeworm fad. Everybody who was undernourished, anemic, or suffered from some form of malnutrition, was firmly convinced that a parasitic tapeworm was eating away his substance. Consequently, Doc Meriwether’s Elixir was a pushover at a dollar a bottle.

      Meriwether’s Elixir was not on sale at drug stores, though a few grocers and general merchants carried it. Most of it was sold by the Doc himself, during the summer months when he toured the bucolic areas. Farmers and residents of the smaller towns were easily convinced that they harbored the tapeworm.

      The Doc had a medicine show which appealed to men. In addition to Indians, he had a couple of girl dancers. He made it a point to park his big wagon at a spot where the males congregated. It was a man’s world - in those days. Any crowd in a public place was likely to consist largely of men.

      I acted in various capacities, depending on the locality. In some instances, I was a barker and helped to attract a crowd. At other times, I remained in the background and was the “shill,” posing as a customer from another community.

      As soon as Doc had entertained the crowd a while, he would go into his spiel. “Some of you men are healthy,” he would say. “I can tell that by looking at you. But there are many of you who are not. Why? I think I would be quite safe in saying that a tapeworm is eating your life away. A sallow complexion, hollow cheeks, lean faces, wrinkled brows - these are all symptoms of the existence of a tapeworm.

      “Are you men going to let a parasite eat away your body, your very life? Or do you intend to do something about it?” Here, he put up a hand as somebody started to speak. “I know what you’re going to say. You’ve had the family doctor in. He’s given you something for it, but it didn’t work.

      “Well, I’ve got something that will work. It’s absolutely guaranteed to get results. Meriwether’s Elixir is the product of years of research. It has been found to be an absolute cure, through elimination, of the worst tapeworm that ever preyed on a man’s life.”

      He exhibited the bottle with the fancy label and the black liquid. If there was good response, Doc Meriwether kept up a constant. jovial flow of patter and took in the dollars. But if business was slow, that was my cue to step in.

      “I’ll take two bottles,” I would say.

      “Two bottles, sir? But one bottle is enough to rid you of tape, worm.”

      “It’s not for me,” I would say. “It’s for my two children.”

      “Have you used this preparation before?”

      “Indeed I have, Doctor. In fact, I owe my life to it.”

      “Would you mind telling us about it?” Doc would invite.

      “Well, all right. A year ago, I was so run down and emaciated that I was not able to walk, let alone tend my farm. Doctors had done all they could for me, but my case had been given up as hopeless. The mortgage on my farm was nearly due. I thought that I would lose everything and that my poor wife and children would go hungry.” I would pause here to brush a sleeve across my eyes.

      “Then I heard about Meriwether’s Elixir. I bought a bottle of it. I didn’t think it would do me much good, but everything was lost, anyhow. So I took it. Before I had finished the bottle, my tapeworm had been eliminated. I was able to walk again. I got my strength back. Soon I began to recover. I felt so much better that I was able to do twice as much work. My crops were extra good. The mortgage was paid off.

      “And I owe it all to Meriwether’s Elixir. I’m going to give it to my two kids. I’d buy it, even if it was five dollars a bottle.”

      “Sir,” would be Doc Meriwether’s tremulous reply, “you have stirred me deeply. You have made me feel that I have done something worth while for humanity. As a token of my

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