The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1890-08-01

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| Her fdfr head pillolUed on q silken cush
| ION, Tecltned the lady Of his heart
"Have you heard from Mr.. Vincent?'
was the first question, and without O
| word telegram was handed to him. II
was in cipher, as he saw at once, and
Clark supplied the transcription:
"Rossiter refuses. Watch market close.
ly. See Warden instant touches half.
Break predicted here"
Twenty minutes morew groaned
Clark, as he buried his face in his hands.
Twenty minutes more of this awful
SUSPENSE
what was the last report?" asked
Lane in low voice.
"Ninety-eight and quarter. NY God!
Think of it! Three-quarters of a cent
between us and beggaryl could bear
it, but not Vincent; 'twould kill him.
Even his home is mortgaged."
There came quick, sharp tap at the
glazed door; the clerks head was thrust
in:
''Three-eighths, SIR"
Its time to move, them" said Lane.
II cannot follow You to the floor-I
have no ticket; but l 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?''
iii see Warden at Once. DIN himl
he would sell us out with no more COM
Functions 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 fortune that he has trebled since
III Wall street, and now, by heaven! the
cold blooded brute will not lend hun
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 these
were eagerly opened and read. Scraps of
low, earnest conversation reached him. as
he stood silent watcher. 'They cannot
stand it another day." They've been
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
at the club, and the gentleman
looked up in surprise.
do you want this now, captain? |
Surely you are not
mo, I'm not, most emphatically," re-
Piled Lane, with quiet laugh. "Yet l
may have sudden use for that sum. |
.elegraphed to my agents at Cheyenne
You, perhaps, ought to wire
1T once and verify it,"
"Those are our bank rules, and l pre-
sumo it will be done; though of course
We know
"Never mind. | much prefer you
hould, and at once" And, leaving the
nan of business to attend to the neces-
airy formality, Lane strolled to win
low and looked down the crowded street
owards the massive building in which
he desperate grapple 'twixt bull and
'ear was at its height. The day was hot;
men rushed by, hopping their fevered
rows; a throng of people had gathered
lear the broad entrance to the cham
Ter, and all its windows were low
red to secure free and fresh currents of
If. Lane fancied he could hear the
bouts of the combatants in the pit even
bove the ceaseless roar and rattle of
7heels upon the stone pavement. Little
y little the minute hand was stealing to
ne vertical, and still no sign from Clark.
Has she touched a half YETI" he heard
ne man eagerly ask another as they
ived into the brokers' Office underneath.
mot yet; but I'm betting she does in.
de of five minutes and reaches ninety
inc first thing tomorrow"
AT last boom went the great bella [
ngle, solemn stroke. There was arush
men for the street, a general scurry {
wards the great board of trade build
g, rapidly increasing crowd along
e curbstOnes as the members came {
'uring out, and brokers and their GUS [
mers hurried away towards numberless I
tie offices all over the neighborhood. 8
ozens of them passed along under his c
st OF observation, some flushed. some Q
athly pale. and finally Clark himself