The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1898-05-07
FROM MILLIONS TO CENTS.
An IIuminative Incident In Extensive
Financial Transactions.

They boarded car at Wall street
and pushed to the rear and squeezed
themselves side by side into one for
tuitously vacant seat, thoroughly
oblivious of the feelings or counte-
nances of the men and women about
them
One was a rather young man of
striking clothes and features, both
pretty well set off by fine diamond
pin in a very red tie; the other, an
older man, whose we'll cut clothes
and wrinkled face impressed observ-
ers with mbination of dollars
and dyspepsia Their conversation
was neither remarkably loud nor re-
markably low. The only thing re-
markable about it was the size of
the dollar marks they dealt in.
IF you will make it IS, 900, 900, I
will have, the parties at your office
in the morning."
> This from the young man. The
answer of his companion was lost in
lurch Of the car, which landed a
woman and baby in his lap. They
paused politely to accept her apollo
Egies and frown at the baby. The
second capitalist continued the con-
,versation.
"The deal is good for over $780,
100000 in three years, and''-
A second interruption occurred,
more ominous than the first. The
conductor had forced himself
through the throng.
Fares, please"
The woman with the baby paid.
" flares, please"
This time to the five and thirty
million dollarites, whose imposing
figures had evidently not reached
the ears of the conductor He held
out his hand. His two passengers
kept both theirs running from one
pocket to another, without result.
The gentleman next to them in the
corner reached out and paid his
fare.
"Fares," repeated the conductor.
The dyspeptic clutched cents
nervously. He had got that for a
newsboy, after spending $40 worth
Of time, at ST a second, waiting on
theicorner. The other cents was
not forthcoming. The passengers
stopped growing. Those who had
attempted it stopped reading their
papers. Even the baby snickered,
but the mother accidentally knocked
: it against the conductor, and, as if
partly in sympathy with the plight
of its late enemies, it began to howl.
'Hurry up, gentlemen.
There was very little patience left
in the conductors voice.
''That's all right, - said the young
man. 1--WE haven't got any
change"
Possibly the millionaires were
short of Metropolitan and didn't
want to take any chances of increas-
ing it's dividends.
you'll have to get off, said the
conductor.
"Wait a minute," said the dys-
peptic. He had struck something in
the depths of his overcoat pocket.
His anxieties had fallen from $780,
600, 600 to 6'cents in two minutes,
and no wonder he was excited. The
young mans countenance was as
undisturbed as the car window it.
self, though he moved to get out.
But his cocapitalist had at last ex-
tricated one lone coin from his
coat. 1t was nickel, and their to-
tai available assets had now risen
to 9 cents. The conductor reached
for the money. The car had been
stopped.
Never mind about the cent" he
said, and the 9 cents was passed in
to his hand.
A few more smokers among the
ISLANDERS and few from the sitters,
and the millionaires were both bur-
led in their newspapers, and the car
moved on. But the passengers had
lost forever all, chance of hearing
the rest of that $50, 600, 000.-New
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