The Press., 1894-06-21

'You will consent to bear the mar l ket, run Carlotta down so that certain operator, whose interest is something more than mine is now, shall go under, be forced out of the street and lose all he has.
 Then this is your condition-that the man you refer to shall be ruined. Ruined is hard word. Miss Hunting don."
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 You will pardon me, Miss Hunting don, but 1 must know exactly the why and the wherefore of this thing, said the banker, aston isEed at the feeling she displayed. ''That am man of the street in the accepted sense of the phrase will not deny. am regarded by the world as interruptions, selfish, unmerciful to those standing in the way of my fortune, but can truthfully say that have never gone out of my path | to crush any man. If, as have said, he were an obstacle in my way, might wreck him if necessary to save myself. But in revenge for fancied or even real wrong sweep him into bankruptcy that would not do. Is your scheme | one Of retallat1On!
 You are right-my motiveis one of vengeance MT. Grierson, might spend an hour in telling you how this man most unworthily, most cruelty violated | an old man s confidence; how, seeing a | chance to enrich himself, he inflicted disgrace and death upon his benefactor, the man who had extended the hand of friendship and assistance. He ruined my father-ny father, you understand, y she added, her voice rising in anger as the bitter memories of those days crowded back upon her. But it must | suffice to say that as Silas Huntingdon lay upon his deathbed, gasping out his life, swore to him that I would do all in my power to repay the sco1e." She sank back into chair, overcome by her sudden outburst of passion. When she spoke again, it was in a softer voice.
 Nearly all that we had was swept into the rapacious pocket of this rascal The world knew very little of that deal -only this, that my father lost all on turn of the market. Deprived of my re- maining parent, l,scarcely out of school, was forced to seek means of livelihood. You remember how I entered the street. An old friend of my fathers obtained employment for me. became private secretary to Dent of Wall street. It was there learned to keep my ears and eyes open and became hardened to the stern- ness of life.
 With some surprise and much amusement the denizens of the Exchange perceived the clerk become the operator. Iscraped together all I had, the proceeds of the sale of d small house, the pitiful legacy of once wealthy father, and awaited an opportunity to make my first plunge.
 Ut came in this way" Miss Hunt ingdon continued, beginning again to draw on the gloves she had torn off in her nervousness: "One day the king of the street came into the office. Quite accidentally l overheard that which made my fortune. l learned from the conversatio on that Southern Union was sure to drop several points by the close of the market, and the next day jump to 10 points higher than what it had been the previous day. We'll, cleared $15, 900 by that operation.
 "So much for my first venture. With few exceptions 1 have been phenomenal ly successful ever since. 1 am now worth not small sum in stocks as we'll as quite fortune in real estate.' MT. Grierson bowed for her to pro- ceed. "Yet l am not satisfied. l want something more, and l shall not rest until have obtained it. My revenge shall be to pull this man down to the depths of poverty and despair to which he consigned my father. No quarter to him!"
 II accept your condition, said the financier.
 "Then it is agreed?" cried the young speculator impulsively.
 'Still," went on MT. Grierson hesi- tatingly, ''you have not yet told me the name of this person. l should not like to injure friend" he added, with a touch of regret in his voice. "Who is he?'
 A faint tinkle of the doorbell was heard. Drawing nearer the banker, as if fearful of being overheard, Miss Huntingdon whispered in his ear, "James Delafield."
 And just then the butler announced caller-"Mr. Delafeld.
 "Humph!'' muttered Grierson.
 Darting a meaning glance at him, the young lady rose, her whole expression | changing instantly. With smiling face and outstretched hand she greeted the new arrival.
 "Mr. Delafield," she said winningly, II am glad you have come early-you know MT. Grierson?'' The two men clasped hands as they msrmured that they had had the honor. Aunt Cav anaugh will be down in moment" she continued easily, "and we shall be ready to go with you.
 'The opera, l presume. '' observed Grierson to Delafeld.
 "Yes," replied the young man, both Miss Huntingdon and l are lovers of music.'
 Mrs. Cavanaugh, the relative who was to complete the party, now made her appearance. As the ladies were en- tering their carriage, the man of money said to Miss Huntingdon, I've will ar