Connecticut western news., 1882-07-12
TEE LUCKY MAN.
DIARY OF ONE WHO TRIED SHORT CUT
 TO FORTUNE.
From the New York Snn.l

TO FORTUNE.
 From the New York Snn.l
 I saw no reason why could not make money in Wall street. took one d1p in the breakers, and on finding handful of gold took away my margin, looked it up and remained away from the street two years. I was told by the broker that it was 8 mean trick, and that if he had thought that I intended to snatch the first profit that made and take it away, he would not have opened the account. His feelings seemed to be hurt because knew when to quit. He said, with a whirfing motion of his hands, that he thought was going to keep turning my money over in stocks, selling and buying, buying and selling. I was slow poke, and having bought 100 shares of Union Pacific, and having sold it when it was three points up, with clean profit of about $275, my ambition was satisfied, and l only wanted to get my margin out of the mysterious apartment behind the glass doors, where gas lights burned all day, and to go home. The broker was all smiles when he got the margin he seemed to be disappointed in me when he gave it up, but I thought that $275 was enough to satisfy anyone, and I hadn't any complaint to make.
 Two years later wanted to get an other $275 easily I took the margin and went to another office. It was in the back of the building, facing pros pect of white walls and iron shutters. A ticker at the wall kept up ceaseless racket unwinding 8 wheel of tape. Some we'll l-dressed men sat around in 8 moody way. They seemed to have had their nerves hardened in 8 fiery furnace, and they shot cold glances at any stranger. A husky-voiced man with sandy beard watched the white ribbon with the interest of small boy reading 8 dime novel. A canary bird high up in the area at the janitor's windows ehirruped, and there was an occasional twitter of sparrow. The man at the tape now and then called out "N. W. a quarter better." "Now they're of. D Presently he yawned, and said, "The market is dull" All were strangers to me, and as sat waiting for the mem- Der of the firm, who was in the Ex- change, they eyed me and eyed them. They seemed to have the quiet air of rich men with big boxes in the safe de- posit vaults. They wore fine clothes, especially shoes, but they were as quiet as Quaker meeting. When they said anything it was trivial. I began to make a mental portrait of one for story of man who never smiled. The table was covered with financial journals and files of financial papers. I looked through railroad manual, but, having no head for figures, could not make out anything in it that was interesting. The financial journals were equally dull. Up to that time I thought that the phrase "the excitement of Wal street" was fiction. All eyes turned to the door as swift-paced man in ar alpaca coat, with straw hat on the back of his head, entered. He didnt see me, although knew him, but dic not mind that, as he didn't seem to SC. the others, who was sure were mil lionsires slightly disguised.
 sfHow's the market ?" asked one.
 "Oh, so so," said the broker, wipinl his forehead, lodging into his privat. office, and setting his bell tinkling. Tn, office boys who had been matching pen nies seemed then to go on springs. Tn broker had 8 number of squares o white paper marked over with strang signs, which he sent inside. Then small boy folded up some sheets daml from copying press, and. putting then in envelopes, dropped them ill a bo. labelled ''F'or Customers"
 At length was shown into the pri vate office. The broker looked pleas ant when he learned that I wanted t. speculate. I spread the beautiful United States bond that was to stan, for my margin out before him as feas for his eyes. He locked at the date c the coupon at the bottom withou dwelling on the fine vignettes and ex quisite lathe work which so admired and agaln tinkled his bell. A middle aged man, with an eye like fish, cam out, took the bond and my name, an said that he would hand me a receipt moment.
 ''Now, what stock do you want said the broker, taking up his hat. M programme was to have nice littl chat and pump out some informatlo that would make me rich forthwith, br it miscarried. The door was alread opened, and his look demanded an al swer. couldn't frame a reply. H shat was on and another man was at tI
 crack of the door with an eager look i
 his face. Buy me 100 Union Pacific, Lad with hesitation.