Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-02-05
A LITTLE DEAL.

Presents, clothes, honeymoon. How
ON earth can one leave out either?" ask
ed George Littlecash of himself, earnest
ly drilling his penholder into much
furrowed forehead. "There never was a
wedding without presents. As for no
honeymoon-why, Hetty would be JUS
titled in crying off before the very altar, +"
What had placed our friend in this
unpleasant quandary was, to begin with,
Uncle Pipers check for 9500 1t was a
check to marry Hetty and set up house
with, and qua cash was satisfactory
enough, but accompanied with the wise
avuncular injunction, George marry
on cash basis-cash, mind-or never
look me in the face again." Such ex-
cellent advice, plus a $500 check, it is
impossible for nephew to spurn, es
pecially a nephew in love.
And then, when he had this gold
mine of untold wealth in his pocket and
full ocean Of happiness to look forward
to, George fell into the tolls of plausi-
BILE fellow, Tom Scherer Of the we'll
known city firm of Mouton, Scherer g.
Walker. Scherer had such taking way
Of remembering and cherishing affec-
tionately one Christian name
"Ahl Congratulate you, my dear
George. Coming off next month, eh !?
Happy mani Some of you fellows have
the DEVILS own luck. And just in time,
too, for me to put you ON to one of the
incest little chances of making COM
Portable nest egg for the happy home,
one Of the prettiest chances you ever
had. But come into Pipps' and have a
coffee.
Pipps', that long, low, smoky "dive"
in Throgmorton street, was crowded
with easy hammered gentlemen in silk
hats, or in no hats at all, who conversed
in pairs and groups with electrical en-
ergy. They could not hear themselves
for their own talking Sell at five
three eight" Book you thousand"
"Buy six quarter" "Sell," "Buy,"
"Panjandrums, Rhodes, " "Barney's
stock" "Struck Bibble bobble reef"
Last crushing ten ounces s'-such were
some of the scraps of jargon that
emerged above the din in flashes of
comparative silence, while ever and
anon gentleman would draw from his
vest pocket little notebook and pencil
some entry or other Almost deafened
at first by the hubbub, George Little
cash was soon in the whirlpool himself,
an eager listener to Mr. Scherer's glow
ing tales indicative of the pecuniary ad-
vantage certain to result from a small
punt in the South African "boom
Eighty thou in one deal, my dear
George-what Eye think of that, eh?
Springett went nap ON Gold Bug Ex-
tensions-put on every penny he could
scrape together till he hadn't cent to
swear by and came out $4,000 golden
sovereigns to the good. And yet you say
it isn't worth trying. My dear George,
faint heart never maintained fair lady,
if it won her."
The upshot was that George figured
up his liabilities against his check and
handed over to the trusty Scherer e250
to be converted in two days or some
such reasonable time into 60, 800.
"Donel" cried Scherer as he penciled
the little transaction in his notebook.
And "done" George was, for next
day when he looked at "Mines" in the
money column he found Gold Bugs had
crawled down stairs three-eighths.
"What do you advise, Scherer?" asked
George when they met in the city
Never advise, my dear George.
Don't do it-on principle. Gut your
losses, let your profits run is our old
wheeze. But it's no good being too
hasty. This fall is simply due to some
body being in too big hurry to pocket
profit. But you judge for yourself
dear boy; that's what advise. "
Next day Gold Bugs had crawled
down stairs two or three steps more.
"It's nothing, George" said the opti-
mistio Scherer. Weak holders couldn't
last out. That's my explanation. Still
don't be guided by me. -
Next day after that Gold Bugs had
fallen so heavily that you couldn't find
anybody to pick them up again at any
price. And just then of course to make
amends George Littlecash was reminded
by his tailor of THAT little account"
which had been overlooked so many
quarters 1t was in this doleful hour as
he sat savagely biting his lips, knitting
his brows and inwardly cursing Scherer
and all his works that he glanced vague
ly at a copy of The Evening Intelligence.
Renewed Activity In Rand Shares"
was the line in large type that caught
the disconsolate investors eye as the
paper lay on his desk.
"Confound Rand shares I" he ejacu-
lated fervently, wheeling around as
though from too affectionate snake.
Just then, as luck had it, in popped
the beaming and expansive Scherer.
why, George, my dear boy, you're
looking as ghastly as James Canham