The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-06-01

eight,
!; And Ills chef has five thousand a. year.
While the cashier turns up a boarding house
And looks at the hash with fear.
And he knows there'll be hash at supper
And the thought makes him crosser than
But the millionaire has his four-course menu
Chicago Record
STORY OF A SPECULATION.
MIR. Gallivant Works Tip for All 1t
Is Worth.
Mr. Gallivant had tip. 1t came to
him under conditions Of great secrecy.
He was not to say word about it to
his best friend, and, above all, not
hint, not the faintest remotest sugges-
ton of hint, to his broker.
At this time Mr.. Gallivant's circun-
stances were highly satisfactory to him
self and his friends. He had bought
sugar at 76 and and sold it at 12S, and
he had bought Manhattan at 1872 and
sold it at ITO. He was now building a
house at Tuxedo, a schooner yacht at
the .HerreshOffs'; he had a nicely filled
vault at trust company's, and an I'M
pressive balance at his brokers.
Mr.. Gallivant's career as a man of
affairs had afforded him a large ex-
perience with tips. He summed it up
in this way: "a true tip is just so
much gold coin, and no one but
drunken man, a born fool, or woman
will give it away; women don't often
have it to give, and so when you get a
tip you want to study not so much
whether it seems probable, as the con-
ditiOn of the chap that gave it. That's
the test of a. tip"
1t was the test he was now endeavOr-
ing to apply to the tip he had received
that evening. 1t was long. past mid
night, and he was standing in the draw
ing room of his apartment with his
back turned to the blaze Of hickory
fire.
Funny thing about that Follipot,"
he said; funny about my being in such
a crowd, anyhow. Now, let's see.
Coots came into my office and says:
want you to como along; dine Delmon-
ico's six-thirty.' I says: Sorry, dear
boy, can't go; previous 'gagement.'
Didn't have previous 'gagement really,
butt don't know that Coots much,
don't knows wife tall; what'd he want
t. ask me for? Well, he says: Must
go, dear boy, must go; great party;
Lady Windermere's FAM" wonderful
play; Wilde, you know-chap that wore
pantalets, Fauntleroy style-smart play;
all bout bad men and swift girls;
spicy I says: Very kind, love to go,
but can't, really; 'spepsia-can't eat;
see things-salted pecans, olives, sweet
breads, terrapiE-want 'em all; get
sick He says: Dinner light; hurry,
you know; can't let you off; lovely
party; two young ladies, one fair, one
dark; have choice Now, What'd he
want t. insist like that for?''
Mr.. Gallivant looked around him,
and felt aimlessly in the direction Of his
vestpockets after cigar. Presently he
found one. With great deliberation he
cut away the end of it. He struck a
match and puffed away earnestly.
IF let myself think about what
Follipot said,' he remarked, after a
period of reflection, I'm be hanged
it shouldn't believe him. Things
sound 50 natural. Stocks been paying
6 per cent; no reason why it's been sell
ing so low. They could move it up
easily. All they need is to stand stiff
and altogether. Now he said there was
q meeting here yesterday between the
New York and the Western people
Well, happened to meet two of those
Western fellows on the street yester
day morning. Then he said that Dicl
Rasher, the king Of the street, was il
the deal. Well, happened to stumble
in upon Rasher and Bowles, the princi
pal man in the trust, at luncheon in :
private room at the Savarin. All tina
hooks together-fits close; but what dit
he want to go and tell me for? II
never exchanged a dozen words witt
Follipot before tonight in M life. In
terrupted my talk with golden-haire'
girl, too, to tell me. Lovely girl
Coots right about that. Girl wit
views, opinions, and things. Though
play wicked, thought human natur
good-didn't know Rasher, I guess
Don't want to get squeezed by felloN
like Rasher; got no bowels, takes tien6
ish delight in smashing poor devil ik
me- Follipot is an ass-no doubt abou
that-and that's so much in favor Q
the story. Well, I'll stop thinking an
go to sleep. If there's going to be
movement in whisky tomorrow,
want my head where it will work"
Mr. Gallivant when he reached hi
office the next morning, had decide
not to buy whisky. Logically the1
seemed every reason to credit Fillipot
tip. Follipot was one of those cleve
young fellows who serve their highe:
function by filing in at afternoon tea
and he was known to be well liked
the Bowleses. It was entirely with
. the probabilities that he might have o.
tanned information as to the plans I
the whisky trust people, and he WI
Just the sort of man to enjoy the pos
lion of a knowing one in the eyes
practical gambler like Gallivant b
somehow or other Gallivant's instin
was against making use Of the tip, AZ
Gallivant was very slow to resist b
instinct. ~ ,
He did not intend to operate heavi
that day, and gave less attention thu
usual to the telegraph instrument (
his desk. Tickers Gallivant despise
He had begun life as a train dispatche
and he never could overcome his To-
of the music Of the telegraph instr
ment. The one on his desk was
guide, philosopher and friend. It co
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