"'Call at our wareroom, lady, before you sign the contract,
and you will see they are just as described.'
"Well, I saw the articles, and they were all they were said
to be. They explained that they were practically giving
them away in order to build up the circulation of the
paper. Everything appeared to be all right, and I signed
a contract. So did my widowed sister; so did some of my
neighbors.
"The paper was worthless, but I didn't care. Sometimes I
would buy several copies of one issue so as to make haste
toward getting my sixty-eight coupons. The time came when
I went around to select my furniture. I selected it, all
right--a handsome chiffonier.
"'This chiffonier calls for 360 coupons,' said the man.
"'Why, your agent told me I could have any of these pieces
when I had accumulated sixty-eight coupons,' said I,
dismayed.
"'He couldn't have told you that,' said the man. 'Read
your contract. You will see it says that when you have
sixty-eight coupons you may select any one of these
articles, but that means we will then hold the article for
you until you have paid the rest. Why, we have goods here
that call for 600 and 700 coupons.'
"I saw how I had been swindled, and was furious. I told him
what I thought of him and his business, and he offered to
tear up my contract (which, it turned out, bound me to more
than I had dreamed of), if I would pay him an additional
$2.50. I refused. He said he would sue me if I didn't. I
told him to go ahead.
"Shortly afterward a constable served a summons on me to
appear at a justice court at the other end of creation.
I didn't go; and I don't know whether the concern got a
judgment against me or not.
"But I do know I haven't anything to show for the money I
paid for those coupons."