Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-12-04
" Pumpkins included"

why, that is the great Charkup, the
King OF the Stock Market 1 thought
every one knew him."
Charlie pleaded his ignorance.
He is just returning from great Span
ish grant in the South, which he has pur-
chased, she continued in explanation.
HE is the man who controls the famous
Consolidated Old Judge mine, on the Com
stock, believer"
"Why yes, of course. Every one knows
those things in San Francisco and Oakland,
and, indeed, they talk of little else. He
consolidated the Cavendish and Durham
mines under the name of Consolidated Old
Judge. He is great friend of Mrs. Har-
lay, and that is where l came to meet him.
He let her have a large block of the shares
before the late developments. p"
"He must be a useful kind of friend to
have round. l suppose you have reference
to the big ore body they lately struck at
Virginia City,"
Certainly You will remember the
sprawling engraving in the San Francisco
Trumpet"
Yes, the gold and silver were as plain
as A, B, c.! And how the experts sprawl.
ed, in amiable rivalry of the engravings
1t read like chapter out of Monte Cristo
or Jules Verne"
"Oh, but it's no laughing matter !
Every ounce of it is there" she TRANQUILITY
assured him.
81 am sure, hope SO, said Charlie.
"There must be silver enough to make us
all rich, or poor, | don't quite know
which,"
Mrs. Harlay let me have few of her
shares at small advance, and they are
going up every day. am afraid l ought
not to have told you that, and you'll
promise not to mention it, won't you
But, indeed, every one has little flyer
of some sort. :"
Wild horses shall not tear the secret
of your flyer from me -
ooh, if you laugh at me, l shall so
away" she said with q pout, but, neverthe-
less, she did not go. The newness was
wearing off, and Charlie was settling down
into his conversational stride, at which he
had some turn of speed when once under
way and not hustled by an unsparing an
tagonist. just at this time, however, the
man of stocks, and shares, and mines, the
illustrious Charkup, the we'll beloved of the
San Francisco Trumpet, came up to pay his
respects to the lady.
Returning to Oakland, Miss Blake ?"
Eyes, sir, l am going back to the mill.
Mr.. Charkup, this is Mr.. Could"
"What's the name Gould Thank you.
Any relation of my old friend John Gould
OF Drytown? His son, Ell? l knew your
father in 40 up Tuolumne way. We were
all poor then, and some of US are poor still,
l believe. Their own fault, though. No
man need be poor if he's worth cent for
work. Hope you enjoyed the country,
Miss Blake. I can't say l did. Had toe
much to do, suppose.
"Oh, yes, Igenerally have good time, y
she answered 81 heard from yonr friend
Mrs. Harlay day before yesterday"
Mrs. Harlay? On, yes, the lady who
runs your hotel, or clearinghouse, be-
lieve you call it. See you again" and he
turned on his heel to pace the deck once
more.
Tim sure he needn't have pretended to
be so innocent about Mrs. Harlay. L have
known him to wait ON her two or three
times in one week, even if be does think
am blind and can't see things. Why, they
said he was going to marry her.
Half smoking, half chewing a cigar, in
the corner of his firm, close-shut mouth,
the rich man continued to pace the deck in
silence. Imagine man of ponderous bulk
and muscular withal for George D. Char
kup had worked his way up from the
ranks, and indeed had trampled without
much remorse on those who fell by the
wayside or blocked his upward path. He
was man whose iron will was fifty indi-
Gated by the square, hard lines of his
closely-shaven jaw, and in whose stern, I'M
yielding gray eye obstinate resolve was I'M
mistakable. Knowing the school in which
he had been taught, we need not be sur
prised that he believed success to be the
only test of merit, and money its only
measure, and the deductions drawn from
his personal experience were helped onward
to those conclusions by the fawning fatter-
les of horde of parasites, and led-cap-
tains. As the lone, guiding star of his life,
he had cherished the bitter maxim that
"there is no friendship in business and
having lived for the major portion of his
life for nothing but business, he was one
of the most lonely of Gods creatures. A
man who had always looked on pleasure as
means to an end-either the end of ac.
curing money, and then more money,
or of attaining social position, which
now, with increase Ct wealth, he was be-
ginning to covet. l will not say that
he was without generous instincts.
know that he was ready on occasion to put
his hand in his pocket and spend money
like water, where the object was proved to
be good one, and where adequate adyer-
tisement of his munifcence was not lack
ing. It was a kind of business-hke
benevolence, doubtless very effective in
the main. The envious might remark that
he was not the ideal gentleman, but you,
gentle reader, who are not envious, viii dc
him the justice to believe that be was ?
reasonably fair imitation, as things go. He
had kept clear of the penitentiary, he did
not owe any man a dollar, as he boosted,
and he was acquainted with the best