Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-11-27


their papers, as he had important engage
ments. 1t was high noon when theI
finished the matters in hand, and then thu
captain FASTENED TO the club and wa
handed a telegram with the information
that it had only just come. 1t was evi
IDENTIFY expected Lane quickly read i
and carefully slowed it away in an inside
pocket. In another moment he was speed
ing down town, and by half past IL wa
closeted with the junior partner OF th'
| tottering house of Vincent, Clark q Co
Mr.. Clark was pale and nervous. Every
click of the ticker" seemed to make hin
start A clerk stood at the instrument
watching the rapidly dotted quotations.
Have you heard from Mr.. Vincent" was
the first question, and without word I
telegram was handed to him. 1t was II
cipher, as he saw at once, and Clark sup
piled the transcription:
"Rossiter refuses. Watch market closely
See Warden instant touches half. Break
predicted here"
'Twenty minutes more" groaned Clark
as he buried his face in his hands. Twenty
minutes more of this awful suspense"
''What was the last reportS' asked Lane
in low voice.
"Ninety-eight and a quarter. Ny God
Think of i'll Three-quarters of cent be-
tween us and beggaryl Icould bear it, but
not Vincent; 'twould kill him. Even his
home is mortgaged"
There came a quick, sharp rap at the
glazed door; the clerks head was thrust in:
''Three-eighths, sir"
'It's time 20 move, then, said Lane.
II cannot follow you to the hoor-I have
no ticket; but viii be awaiting your call
at the Merchants exchange. Mr. Vincent
has told YOU Better have it in treasury
notes-one hundred each--had you not?'
"I'll see Warden at once DIN himl he
would sell us out with no more compunc-
lions than he would shoot hawk"
"You infer that Mr. Vincent has had no
success in raising money in New Yorkg
asked Lane, as they hurried from the Of
flee.
Not an atom He made old Rossiter
what he is-hauled him ont 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 in Wall
street, and now, by heaven! the cold
blooded brute will not lend him 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 il another day They've been
raining wheat on them from every corner
of the north and west No gang can stand
under it, Its 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, captains Surely
You are not
'No, I'm not, most emphatically,p re
piled Lane with quiet laugh yet !
may have sudden use FOR that sum. tel
egraphcd to my agents ii Cheyenne Jester
day. You, perhaps, ought to wire at once
and verify it.N
''Those are our bank rules, and pre-
sumo it will be done; though Of course we
know
"Neyer mind. much prefer you should,
and 40 once And, leaving the man of
business 20 attend TO the necessary formal
ity, Lame str0lled 70 window and looked
down the crowded street toward the mas
siye building in which the desperate crap
pie 'twixt bail and be..r was at its height.
The day was hot; men rushed by hopping
their feyorei brows; q throng of people
had gathered near the broad entrance 20
the chamber, and all its windows were
lowered 70 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 to |
lie vertical, and still no sign from Clark |
IIas she touched half YETI he heard one |
ran eagerly ask another as they dived into |
.he brokers' Office underneath.
Not yet; but I'm betting she does inside |
i five minutes and reaches ninety-nine |
irst thing tomorrow"
Atlast boom wet the great bell-esingle |
,oiema stroke. There was a rush Of men |
or the street, a general seurry toward the
Teat board OF trade building, a rapidly in
reasing crowd along the eurbstoaes as the
Members came pouring ont, and brokers
md their customers hurried away toward |
little offices all over the neigh /
,orhood Dozens of them passed along
Under his post Of observation. some flushed,
ONE deathly pale, and finally Clark him
elf appeared and Ian hastened forth to
meet him.
''SaTea BY . mere squeak 50 flr," was the
lmost breathless whisper. as Clark re-
moved his hat and wiped lis clammy fore
lead. But we know not what day may
ring forth. It's mere respite
Can the syndicate carry any more
weight, think youg Prices jumped up two
nd tinso weeks ago. Now they only climb
hairs breadth ct a time. hear they are
oaded Gown-that it must break; but I'm
10 expert ii these matters
IF you were, you'd be wise TO keep ont |
+ it, Who can say whether they will |
reak or nots 1t is what everybody conf
emily predicted when eighty-nine was
ouched Twelve days ago: and look at it,
do ycu 80 back to the Office from herey
ioodi I'll join you there in ten minutes
aid Lane, ''for shall nor cone down town
his afternoon, and may not be able to in
he morning"
And when Capt. Lane appeared at the
dice Of Vincent, Clark & Co. he brought
With him stout little packet, which, after
he exchange Of a few words and "A sfrar, or