The Gentle Grafter — Reading Companion
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City was built between the Rio Grande and a deep wide arroyo that used to be the old bed of the river. The bank between the stream and its old bed was cracking and giving away, when we saw it, on account of the high water caused by the rain. Andy looks at it a long time. That man's intellects was never idle. And then he unfolds to me a instantaneous idea that has occurred to him. Right there was organized a trust; and we walked back into town and put it on the market.
"First we went to the main saloon in Bird City, called the Blue Snake, and bought it. It cost us $1,200. And then we dropped in, casual, at Mexican Joe's place, referred to the rain, and bought him out for $500. The other one came easy at $400.
"The next morning Bird City woke up and found itself an island. The river had busted through its old channel, and the town was surrounded by roaring torrents. The rain was still raining, and there was heavy clouds in the northwest that presaged about six more mean annual rainfalls during the next two weeks. But the worst was yet to come.
"Bird City hopped out of its nest, waggled its pin feathers and strolled out for its matutinal toot. Lo! Mexican Joe's place was closed and likewise the other little 'dobe life saving station. So, naturally the body politic emits thirsty ejaculations of surprise and ports hellum for the Blue Snake. And what does it find there?
"Behind one end of the bar sits Jefferson Peters, octopus, with a sixshooter on each side of him, ready to make change or corpses as the case may be. There are three bartenders; and on the wall is a ten foot sign reading: 'All Drinks One Dollar.' Andy sits on the safe in his neat blue suit and gold-banded cigar, on the lookout for emergencies. The town marshal is there with two deputies to keep order, having been promised free drinks by the trust.
"Well, sir, it took Bird City just ten minutes to realize that it was in a cage. We expected trouble; but there wasn't any. The citizens saw that we had 'em. The nearest railroad was thirty miles away; and it would be two weeks at least before the river would be fordable. So they began to cuss, amiable, and throw down dollars on the bar till it sounded like a selection on the xylophone.
"There was about 1,500 grown-up adults in Bird City that had arrived at years of indiscretion; and the majority of 'em required from three to twenty drinks a day to make life endurable. The Blue Snake was the only place where they could get 'em till the flood subsided. It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.
"About ten o'clock the silver dollars dropping on the bar slowed down to playing two-steps and marches instead of jigs. But I looked out the window and saw a hundred or two of our customers standing in line at Bird City Savings and Loan Co., and I knew they were borrowing more money to be sucked in by the clammy tendrils of the octopus.
"At the fashionable hour of noon everybody went home to dinner. We told the bartenders to take advantage of the lull, and do the same. Then me and Andy counted the receipts. We had taken in $1,300. We calculated that if Bird City would only remain an island for two weeks the trust would be able to endow the Chicago University with a new dormitory of padded cells for the faculty, and present every worthy poor man in Texas with a farm, provided he furnished the site for it.
"Andy was especial inroaded by self-esteem at our success, the rudiments of the scheme having originated in his own surmises and premonitions. He got off the safe and lit the biggest cigar in the house.
"'Jeff,' says he, 'I don't suppose that anywhere in the world you could find three cormorants with brighter ideas about down-treading the proletariat than the firm of Peters, Satan and Tucker, incorporated. We have sure handed the small consumer a giant blow in the sole apoplectic region. No?'
"'Well,' says I, 'it does look as if we would have to take up gastritis and golf or be measured for kilts in spite of ourselves. This little turn in bug juice is, verily, all to the Skibo. And I can stand it,' says I, 'I'd rather batten than bant any day.'
"Andy pours himself out four fingers of our best rye and does with it as was so intended. It was the first drink I had ever known him to take.
The first story, “The Octopus Marooned,” introduces Jeff Peters as a garrulous confidence man who explains his trade through a mock-serious analogy: “A trust is like an egg, and it is not like an egg.” The narrator, a silent listener, sets up a pattern that recurs throughout the collection: Peters recounts a past scheme, often with partner Andy Tucker, and the tale unfolds with ironic reversals. O. Henry’s characteristic voice—full of puns, malapropisms, and digressions—appears immediately in Peters’ claim that a trust “bears in its own bosom the seeds of its destruction like a rooster that crows near a Georgia colored Methodist camp meeting.”
The Narrator’s Role and Peters’ Philosophy
The unnamed narrator appears only in the first and last stories, framing Peters’ monologues. In “The Octopus Marooned,” the narrator prompts Peters with a question about trusts; in “The Man Higher Up,” they share spaghetti at Provenzano’s restaurant while Peters categorizes graft. This framing device gives the reader a stand-in who occasionally questions or jokes, but mostly lets Peters hold forth. Peters’ philosophy is central: he distinguishes his “graft” from Wall Street speculation and burglary, claiming a moral code. His language is deliberately ornate—calling his explanation “an epitogram—an axis—a kind of mulct’em in parvo”—which signals O. Henry’s playful approach to dialect and erudition. The narrator’s sparse interjections keep the focus on Peters’ voice, making each story feel like a tall tale told over a meal.
Patterns of Deception and Reversal
Several stories follow a similar structure: Peters and Tucker identify a mark, devise an elaborate con, and succeed—only to have the scheme undone by an unexpected twist. In “The Octopus Marooned,” they corner the market on an indispensable product but lose out because of internal conflict. In “Conscience in Art,” Peters impersonates a professor to sell a fake Egyptian carving to a collector, only to learn that Tucker had stolen the original from the mark earlier. The reversal is typical: the con artist is outconned, or the plan collapses from within. O. Henry often withholds the key detail until the final paragraph, as when Andy reveals he pocketed the real carving “out of respect for that conscience of yours.” These endings reward close attention to earlier hints, such as Peters’ offhand remarks about Tucker’s resourcefulness.
Voice and Verbal Play
O. Henry’s prose is dense with wordplay, allusions, and invented terms. Peters speaks in a blend of folksy wisdom and mock-intellectual jargon: he calls a trust “a kind of mulct’em in parvo,” misquotes Tennyson as “Albert Tennyson,” and describes his career as “checkered, plaided, mottled, pied and dappled.” The narrator’s voice is more standard, creating a contrast that highlights Peters’ eccentricity. Descriptions are vivid but economical: a character has “a clarion voice, smelling of Connecticut wrappers and naphtha.” The stories also use repeated motifs—hotels, telegrams, quick getaways—that ground the fantastical schemes in a recognizable early-1900s America. Readers should listen for the rhythm of Peters’ speech, which often builds to a punchline or a moral that undercuts itself.
The Ethics of Graft
Throughout the collection, Peters defends his profession with a code that distinguishes his “graft” from violent crime or financial speculation. In “The Man Higher Up,” he declares that Wall Street speculation and burglary “ought to be wiped out by law,” while his own schemes target the greedy or the gullible. Yet the stories consistently show that Peters and Tucker are not above tricking each other or innocent bystanders. The title “The Gentle Grafter” is ironic: Peters is gentle only in comparison to more brutal criminals. O. Henry never explicitly condemns or endorses the con men; instead, he lets their adventures speak for themselves. The ethical ambiguity is part of the humor—readers are invited to enjoy the cleverness of the schemes while noting their moral cost. The final story, “The Ethics of Pig,” may offer a concluding perspective, but the excerpts do not reveal it.
Because the excerpts cover only the first and last stories, the middle tales—such as “The Exact Science of Matrimony” and “A Midsummer Masquerade”—are not represented here. Readers should expect each story to follow a similar pattern of setup, con, and twist, with Peters’ voice as the unifying thread. Pay attention to how O. Henry varies the formula: sometimes the mark is sympathetic, sometimes the scheme fails for reasons beyond the con men’s control. The collection rewards those who savor the language and the layered ironies.
Reading about Jeff Peters’s trusty swindles, I kept thinking how the schemers always trip over their own cleverness—the same trick I felt in Dickens’s ghostly tales, where the past quietly unravels the present. There’s a shared warmth in watching unease settle in, almost like a friend’s hand on your arm. That’s why Three Ghost Stories — A Reader’s Guide stayed with me.
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