West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1884-02-22

NAN the Time Ills eyes were shifting,
never steady. and partly discolored.
I Unrest and .bo fever OF speculation left
their traces stampede should say
/ OTdndcd him rs AN unsuccessful man.
once heard man (and he belonged
To my own guild, morc's the pity). say
That all labor was degrading. He cited
our great manufacturing centcrs-pOint.
ed To the homes # the workers whose
/ products are the very pillars of the
earth, so far rs its commercial, ,nonied
and many of its social institut ons are
/ concerned, and proved to his own salts
i,iaction that the tendency of all Labor
was To brutalize; To harden; 90 destroy
the scnsijilities. He made the too com
. mon mistake OF Confounding effects
with causes.
wonder what this stui ent would say
Il some one should cite Ia him the case
OF Eugene F. 1t might puzzle him
II define the precise value of the patent
OF NOBILITY lac derived through tw,
years intercourse with the men who gor.
ern the world ; marts. and represent the
lamiEcd interests of trade.
Eugene was rushing-he never
walked rs other men walk now past
me one day, when caught his arm.
Hello. Ilowd'y old boy?"
That precisely the question have
determined TO ask you. Come in here
and have glass of wine As led
nm into little snuggery few frequent
cd, he answered: Permit me TO nom.
/ mate brandy or whisky for mine
Looking him in the face as of old. 1
said
The bate has gene against YOU"
Yes. | haven't "a dollar to my name.
/ Ned"
was amazed. | thought there wa,
something left that he could turn into
cash, and | could not help expressing
my thought.
No, no! Nothing OF the sort.
could havc-in fact | should have
managed differently, and put aside
something a little bit i'm real estate. or
u few bonds but | didn't
What neXt?'
'What neXt?' he repeated dreamilv
and drearily. "Oh! Pve not made up
my mind
Eugene | said briskly, ego back
and ask for your old place. | believe
IT'S there for the asking. And i'm six
months YOU viii look back on your eX-
perience in oil as bad dreamh
You are right, Ned. | always
/ thought you slow goer but YOU are
right nine times out of ten. III act ON
| your advice and | thank YOU from the
/ bottom of my soul for the interest Won
have shown i'm me-
lie was rs good as his word. But be-
lore the month was ont he oined forces
| with another clerk, and made n hun
/ dred and fifty dollars on a turn i'm oil
lie was bobbing up beside the dashino
| operators inside of month.
y month later there was battle row
al lasting three days, i'm which the bulls
ana bears were so thoroughly mixed
and blended that it was with extreme
difficulty the best-informed observers
could determine the relative positions
OF the horned and cawed COMPETITORS.
immense sums were made and lost. On
the hrSt day il was reported Eugene
r cleared forty thousand dollars. On
the third il was rumored he had accu-
mulated two hundred and fifty thou
sand. AT noon. i'm the presence of n
throng OF men whose frantic actions
and feverish faces exhibited every
phase OF n gamblers experience, En-
gene announced himself 'ahead of the
game three hundred thousands" ut two
clock he had not enough money to
pay LOT MS iOdglng.
was coming out of the Era office
about two O'Clock the next MORNING
Somebody telephoncd from livery
stable there was good "itcm" in
Sladc building, locality well known
10 the police and press gang. The last
were disguised with the sameness
OF the items the premises furnished.
ana concertedly called for strenuous
acton on the part of the authorities.
The morning was wet and chilly; one
OF those sleety, dismal mornings that
drives man and beast into hastv com
mon shelter. 1 refused to stir ut first,
then something have never
been able to explain to my
s'lt certainly it was not the fear
that our contemporaries would Sc
cure an item the readers of the Era
would lie deprived of, caused me to
change my mind. ! made nv way to
the notorious premises indicated. and
stumbling into the hallway ran against
policeman.
"He's had an awful time, poor devil.
/ ! never saw anybody suffer so much.
II was awful-awful"
Heres what's the matter, guess. -
said another policeman as he picked Ip
"a small label marked rut DOiSO9. The
wretch at my feet suddenly drew up
his knees, grOaned i'm horrible man
n'r, and turned fairly upon his back.
looking straight upwards with an ex-
preston so CHASTITY that we we're awe
stricken as his soul took its flight.
=. II was the face of my friend, Eugene
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