The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-10-16

ION, reclinCd the lady Of his heart
"Have you heard from Mr.. Vincent"
was the first question, and without q
word telegram was handed to him. II
was in cipher, as he saw at once, and
Clark supplied the transcription:
"Rossiterrefuses. Watch market close.
ly. See Warden instant touches half
Break predicted here"
Twenty minutes morep groaned
Clark, as he buried his face in his hands.
Twenty minutes more Of this awful
suspense"
"What was the last reportg' asked
Lane in low voice.
"Ninety-eight and quarter. Ny GodI
Think of It'll Three-quarters of q cent
between us and beggaryl Icould bear
1t, but not Vincent; 'twould kill him.
Even his home is mortgaged."
There came a quick, sharp tap at the
glazed door; the clerks head was thrust
In:
"Three-eighths, SIR"
"It's time to move, then, said Lane.
~ cannot follow you to the hoor-I
have no ticket; but will be awaiting
your call at the Merchants Exchange.
Mr.. Vincent has told you Better have
1t in treasury notes-one hundred each
had you not?"
an see Warden at once. D-n himl
he would sell US out with no more COM
Nnnctions than he would shoot hawk.
"You infer that Mr.. Vincent has had
no success in raising money in New
York;" asked Lane, as they hurried from
the Office.
"Not an atom! He made old Rossiter
what he is-hauled him out of the depths,
set him on his feet, took him in here
with him for ten years, sent him east
with a fortune that he has trebled since
In Wall street, and now, by heaveni the
cold blooded brute will not lend him a
pitiful twenty thousand"
At the bank Lane found an unusual
number Of men, and there was an air Of
suppressed excitement. Telegraph boys
would rush in every now and then with
dispatches for various parties, and thess
were eagerly opened and read. Scraps Of
low, earnest conversation reached him, q
be stood o silent watcher. ''They cannot
stand 1t another day." They've been
raining wheat on them from every cor
ner of the north and west. No gang can
stand under It." "It's bound to break,
etc. To an Official Of the bank who knew
him well he showed the telegram he had
received at the club, and the gentleman
looked up in surprise.
"Do you want this now, captaini
Surely you are not
mo, I'm not, most emphatically," /" 70.
Piled Lane, with quiet laugh. "Yet
may have sudden use for that sum.
telegraphed to my agents at Cheyenne
yesterday. You, perhaps, ought to wire
ct once and verify IT,"
"Those are our bank rules, and I pre-
sumo 1t win be done; though Of course
we Inow"-
"Never mind. much prefer you
should, and ct once" And, leaving the
man Of business to attend TO the neces-
sary for1nality, Lane strolled to win
dow and looked down the crowded street
towards the massive building in which
the desperate grapple twixt bull and
bear was at its height. The day was hot;
men rushed by, mopping their fevered
brows; a throng of people had gathered
near the broad entrance to the cham
Der, and all its windows were low
cred to secure free and fresh currents Of
air. Lane fancied he could hear the
shouts Of the combatants in the pit even
above the ceaseless roar and rattle Of
wheels upon the stone pavement. Little
by little the minute hand was stealing 10
the vertical, and still no sign from Clark.
"Has she touched half yetr' he heard
one man eagerly ask another as they
dtved into the brokers' Office underneath.
mot yet; but I'm betting she does In
aide Of Eve minutes and reaches ninety
nine first thing tomorrow"
At last boom went the great beTl-A
dngle, solemn stroka There was arush
Of men for the street, o general scurry
towards the great board Of trade build
ing, . rapidly increasing crowd along
the curbstones a. the members came
pouring out, and brokers and their Gus
tpmen hurried away towards numbsrless
little Offices all over the neighborhood.
Dozens Of them passed along under his
post Of observation, some flushed, some
aeathly pale, and finally Clark himsolf