CHAPTER XXIX

I REMOVE TO WAXAHACHIE AND GO INTO BUSINESS THERE.

As heretofore stated, I had spent several years of my boyhood in

Waxahachie, during the fifties, and became attached to its people

because of their great interest in me, on account of my being an orphan.

I felt ever grateful. Furthermore I recognized the value of the rich

lands of Ellis County and territory tributary thereto, and I decided to

make Waxahachie my permanent home.

Arriving at Ennis, one of its shipping depots, I took stage for

Waxahachie, where I rented a storehouse belonging to Judge McMillan, and

employed his son, N. A., as bookkeeper and salesman in the house. The

two-story building next to the Getzendaner & Ferris Bank, was the most

modern store building in the town and young Mr. McMillan, one of the

most popular and best posted men on the Ellis County farmer, I could

find, having been in business with his father in this house for several

years, moving there from Alabama.

To give the reader a fair idea of the condition existing, I found the

old set of merchants, who were doing business there before the war,

still adhering to old-time methods, selling goods on twelve months’ time

and charging about twenty-five per cent more for same than the towns of

Ennis or Palmer, which were selling altogether for cash. These towns

were doing a more lucrative business than Waxahachie. Not a house in

Waxahachie would buy a bale of cotton for cash, thereby turning the

cotton market over to the towns of Ennis and Palmer. The stage driver

that carried me back to Ennis had money sent by a lady at Waxahachie, to

buy a dozen spools of thread at Ennis, where spool thread was selling at

75 cents a dozen and Waxahachie charging a dollar a dozen.

This encouraged me in the belief that Waxahachie was a good place to

start in again, as I expected to do business altogether for cash and buy

cotton for cash, as cotton always controlled business.

Having bought goods almost exclusively in New Orleans, except a few

purchases in St. Louis and Galveston, I found that Galveston was about

as good market as the others and, on account of its nearness, adopted a

plan of buying goods often, in smaller quantities and ordering them as

they were needed, which always gave me a fresh stock of goods and proved

very satisfactory.

While engaged in buying my first stock for Waxahachie, at the house of

P. J. Willis & Brother at Galveston, I met a Mr. Joe Farley, who was one

of the traveling credit men for the house, and was also a partner in the

house of Clift & Farley of Waxahachie. He came to me, saying that he

understood I was buying a stock for Waxahachie and wanted to tell me

that I could not find a more undesirable place to begin a new business,

as he had decided to reduce prices materially, to a point that would not

leave any profit. I thanked him for the information and especially for

his resolution to reduce prices, which I told him I intended to do, and

would much prefer his saving me the unpleasant duty. Farley, however,

never carried out his threat until after I had started my business and

forced them to do so. I also forced them to buy cotton for cash, thereby

making Waxahachie a cotton market.

On my return to Rusk, I immediately packed whatever stock of goods I had

left and shipped to Waxahachie, then moved my family over there and went

to housekeeping in a rented house. I next proceeded to Galveston, where

I arranged with Mr. Willis to give me an open account of twelve or

fifteen thousand dollars, on which I made remittances every week and

continued to order goods almost every week, which always gave me fresh

stock and proved very satisfactory to Willis, as well as myself, and

very attractive to the public.

I now commenced the purchase of cotton for cash. I was a good judge of

cotton classification, and being very careful in keeping posted on the

course of the market, especially Galveston, and cotton being in transit

only a short time, I was enabled to handle cotton without any great

risk, besides I made shipments altogether to Cannon & Company. Mr.

Cannon, as heretofore stated, was an old friend before the war, for whom

I had kept books and worked in his sales department at Hempstead. In

entering the cotton market and paying cash, the old mossback business

element of the town sat around in front of their stores, smoking and

whittling goods boxes, making all manner of predictions that that fellow

wouldn’t last long—I would soon get out of money and “bust.”

I bought cotton from farmers over about Bristol, on the Trinity, on the

other side of the Houston & Texas Central Railroad, paid them cash, and

75 cents a bale to haul it back to Ennis, then they would turn around

and spend the money with me for goods and return home happy and

contented.

About this time we had the Grangers, a strong farmers’ organization, who

had decided to concentrate their business at one house. They had a

general meeting of the county organization at Waxahachie, and sent a

committee, inviting me into this meeting, when I was requested to make

them a proposition to handle all of their business on a basis of ten per

cent profit. Not wishing to take advantage of my competitors, I

persuaded them not to make such an arrangement, as it would not prove

satisfactory, especially to their families, being restricted by contract

on this basis to buy only at one house. Entering into a full detail of

the objections, I persuaded them that it would not be to their interest

to make such a contract and induced them to drop it.

While I could have made a great deal of money out of this proposition, I

preferred to take no advantage of my business neighbors, thereby

incurring petty jealousies and enmity, having in view the building of a

tap railroad to connect with the Houston & Texas Central, and it was of

the greatest importance for me to retain the friendship and the

confidence of the old business element, who were the only men in the

county of any great financial ability.

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