The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
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Chapter 28 • Wages <strong>of</strong> Sin<br />
– and Jack promised if I did well he’d let me place orders. So I<br />
started reading the trade journals and notices. And I got to meet<br />
folks, not just the kids at school. Jack promoted me and I helped my<br />
dad pay the rent – even earned enough to buy a bicycle. If I was paid<br />
nothing, I would’ve been praised for volunteering. But I got paid<br />
so now I’m busted,” his voice trailed <strong>of</strong>f as he stared at the ground,<br />
“and I’ve got to go back to make-believe.”<br />
“Make-believe isn’t so bad, sonny, when you consider the<br />
alternative,” declared a hefty, jovial man with a basket full <strong>of</strong><br />
drooping white gardenias. He wore chains attached to the other leg<br />
<strong>of</strong> the boy. “It’s tough to make a living. I’ve never liked working<br />
for anyone else. Finally, I thought I had it made with my fl ower<br />
cart. I did pretty well selling bunches <strong>of</strong> fl owers in the Town<br />
Square. People liked my fl owers – the customers, that is. But the<br />
shopkeepers didn’t much like the competition. <strong>The</strong>y got the Council<br />
<strong>of</strong> Lords to outlaw ‘hawkers’. A hawker! Yes, that’s what they call<br />
me because I can’t afford a shop. Otherwise I’d be a ‘shopkeeper’ or<br />
a ‘merchant.’ I don’t mean any <strong>of</strong>fense, Jack, but my kind <strong>of</strong> selling<br />
existed long before your shop. Anyway, they called me a nuisance,<br />
an ugly eyesore, a bum, and now an outlaw! Can you fi gure me and<br />
my fl owers being all that? At least I wasn’t living <strong>of</strong>f charity.”<br />
“But you sold right on the pavement,” responded Jack. “You’ve<br />
got to leave it open for my customers.”<br />
“Your customers? You own the customers, Jack? Yes, sure, I<br />
was on Council property. It’s supposed to belong to everyone, but<br />
it doesn’t, right Jack? It really belongs to those favoured by the<br />
Lords.”<br />
Jack sc<strong>of</strong>fed, “But you don’t pay the steep property taxes that we<br />
have to pay as shopkeepers!”<br />
“So who’s to blame for that? Not me!” retorted the peddler<br />
irritably.<br />
<strong>Jonathan</strong> intervened with a question, hoping to cool the debate.<br />
“So they arrested you on the spot?”<br />
“Oh, I got a few warnings fi rst. But I didn’t care to dance to<br />
their tune. Who do they think they are – my masters? I’m trying to<br />
work for myself, not some nosey boss. Anyway, the zoo’s okay. I<br />
don’t have to work and I get three squares a day and a room at the<br />
shopkeepers’ expense. Oddly enough, the warden thinks he’s doing