"NOTHING SUCCEEDS LIKE SUCCESS."
BY FRANK A. MARSHALL.
(1840-1889)
"NOTHING
succeeds like success,"
I remarked to my friend, Captain
J, as we came out of the Royal
Pantheon Theatre, after having
witnessed the 301st representation of some
piece which, had it "run on its merits,"
would scarcely have reached its 31st night.
"Quite right," answered the Captain,
who, I may mention, was governor of one
of our large prisons; "and if you will come
and smoke a cigar with me at my club, I
will tell you rather an amusing instance of
that principle, as exemplified in the career
of one of my proteges."
I gladly assented, and in a few minutes
we were seated in a snug corner of the quiet
smoking-room in the Junior Fogies' Club.
"You may remember," said the Captain,
"the trial of one George Topham, for fraud,
about six months ago?"
"Perfectly; a very clever fellow, and
well-educated too."
"Yes; he was the cleverest rogue in the
three kingdoms; and though it was pretty
certain he had been in half the great swindles
for the last ten years, the police could never
before get any case against him. After his
conviction he was sent to my place; and
during the first week he met with an accident
which necessitated his going into the
infirmary. I used to sit and talk with him
sometimes; he amused me and interested
me as a study of character. One day he
quoted the same proverb as you did coming
out of the theatre to-night, and narrated
following illustration of it from his own
personal experience:
"'One of the most successful enterprises
I ever worked was the Hildebrand Mine. It
was a real silver mine in South America,
which had been abandoned by the owners ;
one of my friends and myself had bought it
cheap, and we resolved to work it as a limited
liability concern, with a small company.
When you have got a good plant of that sort,
the snugger you keep it the better; the fewer
the people in it, and the larger their stake,
the easier they are to manage. It may take
a little more trouble to get a thousand than
a hundred pounds out of a man, supposing
he has it; but it's well worth the extra trouble.
When a man has got a serious stake in any
affair, he is always cautious how he blows on
it, and he is always anxious to put more in
to save his first risk; but when he has got
only two or three hundreds in, he cuts up
rusty at the first sign of being swindled, and
does not mind what shindy he makes.'"
"Your friend was a bit of a philosopher,"
I remarked.
"He was, indeed. But to continue his
story: 'We had got one or two pretty good
men into the mine, but we wanted some
more capital, so that we might be able to
pay a good dividend to begin with. I
determined to go and try my luck at
Slowcumleigh, which was marked in my private
map of England as a very good place, with
plenty of rich men in the neighbourhood of
just the sort we wanted: not large
land-owners, but men who had made a good
fortune, and had bought a bit of ground,
and built themselves substantial, comfortable
houses, with well-kept gardens and capital
vineries; houses where you could still get a
glass of old port wine out of a handsome
cut decanter, instead of light claret out of a
thin blown one, which is what nearly all your
swells have come to now-a-days.
"'I hesitated for a little what character
to adopt, but at last I settled on that of a
retired scientific gentleman with a taste for
mineralogy. I took a neat villa outside the
town, bought a few specimens of minerals
and a pair of spectacles, devoted a couple of
hours every day to the study of a "Text-Book
of Mineralogy," and kept my eyes and
ears open whenever I went into the town.
"It was not long before I came across
the very man for my purpose a Mr. Blagham,
of Blagham Park. His was one of the
best houses in the neighbourhood, with
about a hundred acres of ground and a
stone quarry, of which I availed myself, as
an excuse for scraping an acquaintance with
him. I asked leave to search in this quarry
for specimens, and he very graciously
granted it.
"'Mankind may be classified in many
ways; but I divide them briefly into "men
who don't want more than five per cent for
their money," and "men who are never
content with less than ten." Blagham was one
those who would stick at almost nothing,
if he saw his way to anything over the latter
figure. We soon got upon the subject of
mines, and I saw that my constant allusions
to the Hildebrand had made an impression
on him. I did not fall into the mistake of
being too eager at first; and to make a long
story short, in less than a month Mr. Blagham
had taken £10,000 worth of shares in
the Hildebrand Mine, at par. Two months
after he had paid the money he received his
dividend at the rate of twelve per cent. per
annum.
"'Meanwhile, I had established myself
as one of the family at Blagham Park. Of
course, the master of the house, or rather
his money, was my chief attraction; but
there was a secondary one in the shape of
the younger Miss B, a very pretty girl,
rather fast; but in these days one looks
over that defect. The father and the
daughter comprised the whole family. In
spite, or perhaps partly in virtue of, my
assumed character, I made considerable
advance in Emily's affections; she thought
there was something rather creditable, I
suppose, in making an impression on the
heart of a steady scientific man.
"'As soon as Mr. B had received
his dividend, he was anxious to buy a few
more shares, and after a very decent show
of reluctance, I let him have £5,000 more
of Hildebrands. Of course, I remonstrated
with him; but his answer was, "My dear
Bonson" that was my assumed name "I
know what I am about. I began life with with
five hundred pounds, and I am worth a good
sixty thousand now; you can't tell me I don't
know a good thing when I see it."
"I took the five thousand pounds, which,
as it happened, came in very useful; and in
a week afterwards, Miss Emily Blagham and
I were on our way to the Continent. We
returned by a circuitous route to England,
and settled down at a very quiet watering-place in Yorkshire. To oblige the lady, I
had gone through the ceremony of marriage;
but I had previously yielded to similar
scruples in one or two other cases. The exact
value of the contract, from a legal point of
view, I would not take upon myself to determine.'"
"That was a pretty cool confession of
bigamy, Captain."
"Oh, my friend Topham, alias Bonson,
thought nothing of that. But the amusing
part of the story is now to come."
"'I never shall know,' continued my
ingenious friend, 'how it was that old Blagham
found us out so soon, but he did. We
had not been established in our cottage at
Dulhamsea quite a week, when one morning
who should walk into our little sitting-room,
but my darling Emily's father. I naturally
prepared for an explosion; what was my
astonishment when he came up to me, took
my hand most cordially, and exclaimed in
heartiest tones, "My dear boy, what
have you been hiding for all this time?" I
thought it was "a kid," of course, and looked
over his shoulder to see if any representative
of the law's majesty was behind him; but
no, he was alone. Before I could recover
from my astonishment Emily came in, and
immediately rushed into her father's arms.
The family picture was now complete.
"'You must both come back to London
with me, and we'll have a regular jolly time
of it. I am going to introduce you to my friends,
Bonson or George, as I ought to call you."
"'I rather winced at the "George," as
the last Christian name I had adopted was
Arthur; but the old gentleman clapped me
on the back, and whispered in my ear, "I
know all about it, my boy; you are a clever
fellow, and one of the most successful men
I ever met."
"'Certainly I had been pretty successful
in getting money out of him, but I scarcely
expected him to see it in so amiable a light.
We had a very pleasant little dinner, and
afterwards, when old Blagham and I were
smoking a cigar in the garden, he said to
me, "George, I have always, as you know,
admired one thing, and that is, success;
yours has been, hitherto, a very successful
career, and as long as it remains so, I stick
to you. You must be married again under
your right name, and then we shall get along
swimmingly."
"'So we went back to London together:
Emily and I were married again at a registrar's
office, and Mr. B took a splendid suite
of rooms in one of the best West-end hotels.
There we gave dinners and parties, and led
a very jolly life of it. He introduced me to
all his friends as "a very clever man," and
boasted what a lot of "good things" I had
put him into; so that I had many private
applications for advice from people who wanted
to make a few thousands. Into the honesty
of the schemes they never inquired; the
only question was how much was to be got
out of them; anything over ten per cent. they
jumped at, and I never knew before how
great a solvent of principle Interest is.
"'I remember one party especially, one of
the first given, when I had taken rather more
wine than usual, and my father-in-law was
bent on drawing me out after dinner. I was
drawn out, and of course, without mentioning
names I was induced to give a vivid
sketch of some of the most happy swindles
in which I had been concerned. My narrative
was received with the most hearty laughter
and approbation, for I said not a word
about any but the most successful. I did
hear one man say to his neighbour, "What a
d–d scoundrel!" but the answer was
quite decisive "That may be, but he's a
devilish clever fellow."
"'It was only fair that I should stand by
old Blagham, as he stood by me; so we set to
work to get out of the Hildebrand Mine with
as little loss as possible. I called a meeting
of two or three of my cleverest friends, and
we resolved to make a really grand coup
namely, to get up a company ourselves to
buy the property from us. There was a vein
of silver, a very shallow one, as we knew;
but by working this properly, and getting two
engineers to report favourably, we got rid of
the mine on capital terms, and Blagham
recouped his loss, and something more besides.
I don't think the new company managed
quite so well, for they were wound up in about
six months afterwards, though you may take
your oath my friends had got out of it first.
"'Emily had very expensive tastes, and
money went out quicker than it came in. I
was drawn, in a weak moment, into the
unfortunate affair on account of which I have
been forced to pay a visit, Captain J, to
your hospitable roof. When I got nabbed,
I sent at once to Blagham for some ready
money to pay for my defence; he returned
an indignant answer, to the effect that he
was astonished at my effrontery, and from
that moment "he renounced all connection
with a monster of deceit who had imposed
upon his too generous nature, and had robbed
him of two of his greatest treasures his
self-respect and his beloved child." He
threatened to proceed against me for bigamy,
and so release his daughter from "a tie which
could but reflect on her indelible disgrace."
To this most virtuous effusion I replied,
reminding him of certain transactions in which
we had been concerned together, and
intimating that if he refused to help me I should
be obliged to call him as a witness on my
trial, and put to him some very disagreeable
questions. As to his daughter, I informed
him that she had relieved herself of the tie
that bound her to me by running away with
my friend Captain Flashingham, news of
which interesting event had reached me that
very morning.
"'Old B never answered this letter,
but he sent me a hundred pounds, and since
that I have never heard anything more of
him. But I have to thank him, at least, for
confirming me in the great principle of
modern morality "Nothing succeeds like
success.'"
"Such was the story," concluded Captain
J, "which Mr. George Topham
to me; and I think he was justified in the
inference that he drew from his own
experience."
(THE END)