The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-04-01

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to modify some of the language that | used
IN your hearing the other day. was very
bitter against Golding at the time | was
cleaned out because believed that he had
done it of malice aforethought, to get me
out of the way; and have borne a grudge
against him for it ever since, and haven't
spared to give my opinion of him in season
and out. But am convinced now that |
did him injustice. He did not know that
was in the market at the time and he had
not foreseen the contingency that obliged
him to reverse all his plans at a moments
notice. What he had said to me previously
had been said in good faith. When the af-
fair was over, and / was beggared, went
to him and spoke my mind without hunting
for polite phrases; and he made no reply
whatever; but when Ihad finished, he turned
in his chair and went on writing. That put
me in greater rage than ever; but | can't
understand now that l interpreted his 81
lence the wrong way
HE had prid9 of his own, and when l
attacked him without waiting to ask him
how it happened ne was not going to trou-
BILE himself to make any explanations.
| took it for granted that he did all he
could to keep me down afterwards; but he
is bigger man than gave him credit for
being, and really seems to be above per-
sonal animosites. l have lately discovered
that SO far from trying to keep me down,
he was the means of putting within my
reach the means of getting up again
He did it, and he took pains not to let
me know that he was doing it-for fear,
l suppose, that I would fling his favors
back in his face. But was in the wrong
and now, that am sure of it, Pm going to
take the first opportunity l can find to tell
him So"
''And capital thing, too" exclaimed
the Captain, cordially. 81 am delighted to
hear it,"
By this time they had reached the head
of Wall street, where it debouches on
Broadway; and this spot, which is always
full of movement, was to-day much more
crowded than usual, the bulk of the cur
rent setting down the narrow street, though
there were eddieS, momentarily stationary,
here and there, and also an occasional OPP
position current, where persons with hurried
steps and urgent faces forced their way
through the crowd or glided i'll and out with
cunning evasions, like the arguments of
some super subtle attorneys
AS Cowran and his companion worked
their way down the street the press became
momentarily greater and the noise of voices
more noticeable, while ever and anon louder
EXPLANATIONS or calls rose above the general
lust of clamor.
At the poinj where Wall street joins
Broad street, a scene opened out which
no one could contemplate without partaking
in a greater or less degree of the prevailing
excitement. The last-named thoroughfare
deserves its name, being more like a long
square than street; and it was filed to the
brim with crowd of men who were rushing
ing in all direct at once, aimlessly to all APP
pearance. but in reality upon most genuine
and definite business
Here the roar that had been loud in Wall
street took on broader and fuller volume
of sound, that filed the ear and made the
brain vibrate.
The throng was most dense, at the same
time most active, in front of the portico of
doorway of building with a white
marble facade, that stood on the west
side of the street, near the Wall street cor
ner.
A short flight of steps led up to this door,
and upon, and down, and across. and round
those steps, and in and out of the door, a
human surf beat and rolled and spouted
forth, and hustled in, as if the greatest
treasure and the greatest honor in the
world were both hidden behind the por-
tails
Men fought with obstinate determination
to get in, and Others leaped forth with
white faces. and in frantic haste, as though
Satan himself we're at their heels. 1t was
strange, in the midst of this bewildering
turmoil, to look at the marble front of the
building, with a blank, impassive counte
nance lifting itself above the din and
struggle with the quiet indifference of the
dead.
I'VE can't get in that way" shouted
Cowran in his companions ear "W must
try the side door"
They turned and struggled up the street
again, and after a quarter of an hours
brisk conflict they forced their way into the
Exchange by comparatively unfrequent-
ed route, in the passa re of which, however,
Cowran had his silk hat crushed as fiat as
a soup plate, and one of the Captain coat
tails was nearly severed from the garment
to which it appertained. Both of the men
were quite out of breath, and, though the
temperature was considerably below the
freezing point, they we're in a profuse per-
spiration.
I'VE got through that well' gasped
Cowran, endeavorigg to straighten out his
headgear. "Now, then, up we go; and
when we get into the gallery don't be afraid
to use your elbowsm
SO saying, he led the way up to the stair
case, passed a door, and, closely followed by
the Captain, emerged into balcony or gal
lery that partly surrounded a spacious and
lofty hall. The gallery was filed with
spectators; but Cowran shouldered them
aside with scant ceremony, and at last sue
ceeded in weighing himself and Hamilton
into opposition Immediately in contact with
the railing From there they looked down
upon the arena beneath.
Everything that they had seen outside
dwindled into insigniicance in comparison
with the spectacle that was here displayed.
Every part Of the great hall was dense
with human bodies packed like nine-pins in
a box, but each and all wriggling, twisting,
fighting, raging, fiinging their arms above
their heads, diving, plunging, wrestling;
the air was tortured with yells screams,
shrieks bowls as of mortal agony, desper-
ate cries and appeals as of souls in torment
screeching for their lives.
The crowd was like one vast animal,
struggling and crushing itself in myriad
fold fury, and quickening into a keener
agony of life with each convulsion.
At certain points in the hall this seeming
blind and maddened frenzy was even denser
and wilder than elsewhere, though that
would appear impossible, and in the very
midst and red-hot center of the demoniac
ring-a miracle of calm in the acme of
tempest--would stand a single individual,
quiet, composed, lanquid, with a tablet
and pencil, jotting down a figure or
word with glaring indifference, or CHANGING
out upon the serried ring of frantic mad
men with meditative eyes, as If recalling
some haif-forgotten verse of poetry, or
seeking for a syllable to polish off rhyme
of his own.
These philosophers appeared as remote
from all participation in the deafening
dance of insanity that swept around them