The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-04-09

/ oIareIy repurcnased 1t on buyers option
at ten DAYS. The bears placed their cash
stock on the market, and it was privately
rebought by Irvington's agents.
! Many of the sellers options were about
to mature, and the 'oid man" therefore,
| this afternoon of March 81, stood ready
/ to s'put on the screws Mohawk was
capitalized at $4,000 shares of 800 each.
Irvincton had $4,000 of these in his
vaults, yet he held the agreements of
spectators to sell him $4,000 shares at
/ 98 cents on the dollar He could put the
price where he pleased and force the fell
lows who had been having fun" with
his pet stock to settle at enormous loss.
The "old man" dropped the tape and
rang the bell.
His chief clerk entered.
Mr.. Bryan" said Irvington. '.ten our
men to jump on the boys with both feet
at 11:30 tomorrow. Wen give the street
something 70 remember April by. I'm
going home. Good day, sir"
III.
Quarles stood on the floor of the ex-
change. He was essaying work entirely
new to him and felt nervous. One thing
he wished to conceal, for time at least,
and that was his connection with news
paper. ItwouId not be pleasant, because
Of guys" or Jobs on the part of the
funny men," to make his journal ridic-
uloUs and write himself down an ass.
He joined a group of acquaintance, and
in the course of conversation queried,
How about Mohawk" "A hundred
shares at par, ten days" briefly respond
ed one of those addressed. Here was a
point for his article. The much ham
mered stock was rising. Quarles pulled
out his note book and recorded the state
rnent. His companions looked surprised.
The group soon separated, but little
later one of the boys strolled-a along and
said: Two hundred Mohawk at 101, ten
days" Another rise; another point for
that article, and down it went Just be-
low the first memorandum. He nodded
thanks to his informant. a third man
approached. Hello, Quarles," was his
greeting, Five hundred Mohawk. ten
days, 1O1." All right, old man." was
the response, and he made the third
entry.
As he returned the book to his pocket
Quarles felt a cold chill go down his
back. 1t flashed across his mind that he
had been taking bids as well as notes.
He left the floor, rushed to his Office and
sank in chair. The boy looked at him
amazed.
Are yer sick, boss:' he ventured to
inquire.
No, Sam, not sick, but an asa
monumental ass"
De poor Old hoodoo's got it in der
neck again." murmured Sam, sympa-
thetically, as he resumed his novel.
QuarIes sat, mentally benumbed, until
the cIangor Of bells, whistles and chimes
told off the hour of noon. Then he
reused himself. Il must go to The
Plunger office and resign in time for
Boomer to put another man on the days
work" he grOaned.
He found Boomer in his private room.
With him was a short, gray whishered
sarcastic looking man, to whom Quarles
Cant allow this John, can't allow it;
glad of your good fortune, but have TO
bounce you; must keep commercial
column clear of prejudiced views: don't
want reporters specializing, but am
deuced glad you made a strike, old fell
low"
Then Irvington spoke: Il don't know
how you fathomed the secret of the No /
hawk corner, young man, but l congrat- /.
ulate you on your shrewdness and nerve. /
I shall have some business for you in a
few days
Again the general: ''Now get out, (
Quarles, you are bounced; come and dine /
with me tonight in celebration of your
luck. I'm busy now; good day"
How QuarIes got TO the sidewalk he .
never knew. Benunbed before, he was
now dazed. Something struck like /
blow on his brain. 1t was a newsboy's .
CRY: ''All about the big corner in Mo
hawk Tremendous rise in price. Pa
per, SIR"