The herald., 1894-09-17


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mime hundred? Certainly. r
sponded the little man, and the choc,.
book came out once more
There was q look Of decided annoy
ance on his face as he returned to the
iDvrument that was slowly, relentless
ly -sSindinq out the serial story of for
tunes won and lost
DR.. Darcy, friend Of Wheaton's,
was in the office with the broker
1--WE been studying that little fellow
out there. " said tho medical man. He
is good illustration Of the crying evils
of Your line of business. 4"
The broker smiled carelessly, then
yawncd as if either the heat of tho day
or the turn Of the conversation rendered
him sleepy.
"The little fellow hasn't dropped all
of his pile yet. he remarked. Hes
pretty near the bottom, though--of his
pile, / mean-and he's on losing stock
too.
Then, why not warn him in timer
queried the Doctor
"What would be the use?' counter
quelied the broker. "It wouldn't do
any good, and it's no business of mine,
anyway.
Wheaton, surely you arc not utterly
heartlcssi' cried the doctor. He was an
enthusiastic man when he got started
on some pet idea. II repeat, why not
warn this young man in time? tell
you, Wheaton, that he has neither
much mental nor bodily stamina, and
if you permit him to be ruined he is
likely to so insane-perhaps commit
some violent crime-for which you,
Wheaton, who permitted him to go to
his ruin, would be responsible in the
eve of heaven, even if not in the minds
of men. Remedy your terrible work,
soy, or you may have to answer to your
own conscience for crime that l would
not have on mine. -
Wheaton smiled again and repeated
his query, "What would be the use of
it?''
"Then will go to him myself, 7" ex-
claimed the man Of medicine 81 will
warn him before it is too late.
"And get yourself kicked, perhaps,
for modelling in another man s affairs. :"
'I shall speak to him, anyway, and
at once. +"
Darcy, you will do nothing Of the
sort. You are always welcome in my
office, but you must not feel called upon
to interfere.
DR.. Darcy arose and began to pace up
and down the little private Office, keep
ing his sympathetic gaze riveted all the
time upon the hapless speculator.
Finally he exclaimed:
"There's the poor little chap signing
another check.
"I dare say, - replied the imperturba-
BILE broker. ''His stock has been falling
down stairs all day long, and am con-
| fident that tomorrow it will go down
another fight of stairs.
DR.. Darcy gazed contemptuously at
the cold hearted broker who would
knowingly permit such en- idiotic squan-
dering of a fortune.
AT last the closing came. The little
man took look at the last quotation.
Then he hnnndad into the pri riuata of
flee, shouting:
! Wheaton, it almost closed me out
But it has stopped going down for to-
day, and I've got $500 left -
"And sense enough into the bargain
to let it alone and keep hold of your
balance, hope" roared Dr. Darcy
"That stock is one Of the biggest swim
dies in the market -
Wheaton smiled. He had been filling
out a document, which he now signed
and handed to the little man.
Thanks, said the latter, pooketing
tho paper, with look Of supreme salts
faction. cts a nice little profit
enough to keep me in Europe for year
or more"
With these words he was gone. DR..
Darcy turned upon the broker and de-
manded:
Wheaton, what the deuce does that
little snip mean? Here he has been
squandering money on margins all day
long, and now he says that the profits
will keep him in Europe for year. -
1T means, replied the broker, "that
this little fellow belongs to ono of the
wealthiest families III New York He
and another very rich young fellow
made bet last night as to whether
1000 shares Of that stock would eat up
more than $500 in margins today
Each put up half of the money to DO
used and besides that wager of $50, :
900 side. Our young friend who has
just left won by balance Of $500. So,
you see, it was very lucky investment
for him. ~
The doctor looked as if he didn't feel
we'll. At last he blurted out:
Wheaton, you made a fool Of me in
tho most approved fashion. OF course
you'll dine with me tonight. and we'll
wipe out this score in the best wine l.
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