Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-15
titled me a few hours before.
Introduced to Mr.. Partridge.

"Have you talked with any other
newspaper men?' he asked me, anx-
iously.
"1No,' said 1.
"'Then, said he, his face lighting up,
I've got a scoop talk with you on ma
tional politics in the afternoon edi-
ton"
Poor Wolcott!' 1 thought.
sis that so?' l asked him. ! hope
you've quoted me correctly
Sure said he. Made three-quar-
tiers of a column of it, loaded. Didn't
touch on the Long Branch affair. That
was covered in the morning edition,
any how.
Here the nice, clean-looking young
man stopped off short, nudged me, n
pointed out a pretty well-looking man
coming our way.
"'Did you ever meet Ed. Partridge,
the board of trade plunger? he asked
me, mentioning the name of a a ia
only read about. Here he comes. Let
me introduce you
"'Here's hoping Mr.. Ed. Partridge
doesn't know Wolcott,' l thought, and
the next minute United States Ed. VOL
colt. nix, was having his right nit
cordially pumped by a gentleman who
wouldn't look out of the slants of his
eyes at a deal in the pit unless there
were sundry and divers millions in it
for him.
PUT him right? For why? Could
help it if l wasn't Wolcott? Wouldn't
be Wolcott if I could? Hadn't the
burg of Chicago given me a bum break
previously, anyhow?
"Mr. Partridge dragged me to the
cafe of the old Grand Pacific, where
he virtually made me split two quarts
with him-the man actually made me
do it!-and then he linked arms with
me and took me down to the board of
trade with him.
Wan to make you known to some
of the gang said he.
"'Inside of twelve minutes from
date l reflected, I'll be in a 6x8 at the
Harrison street station, with false pre-
lenses opposite John Hancock on the
blotter.'
ooh, 1 only met about thirty-seven
millionaires, that's all. And l only
had to do my end of it toward about
thirty-seven more quarts, that's all. 1t
was plain to me by that time that Mr..
Wolcott hadn't stamped around Chicago
very much up to that time, for the
bunch all took me for the trademark
article of Wolcott.
Mr.. Pardrfdge's Little Deal.
"tOld man. said my friend Pard-
ridge, Juggling me away from the crowd
after a while-he had been at his Of
fee for a few minutes-'wheat's going
to soar in a few minutes. Want me
to shove along a few for your
Il shook my head amiably.
"'Al of my recent speculative efforts
nave been disastrous 1 said to him, and
he gave me the roguish twinkle of his
lamps, and murmured something about
Long Branch.
Come along and watch the circus,
anyhow he said. and l went. 1 knew as
much about speculation in wheat as 1
did about the art of glass blowing, buS 1
sat in my friend Pardrldge's house a few
minutes, while he rushed out. He re-
turned with an oleaginous smile on his
face, sat down at his desk, yanked a
checkbook out of a drawer, scrubbed a
check for 81. 700. and handed it over to
me.
Your profit on that little deal, you
knew he said. s.
Il shook my head at him real archly
while he explained that, knowing it was
a cinch. he pushed a few thousand along
for me on his own responsibility on the
rising market. lust to show me how fool
ish it was to daily with faro bank, when
the game he himself was engaged in was
such a good thing. Yes, I shook my head
at him real archly. Then 1 walked around
with him 10 his bank and cashed the
check. Then 1 emitted a Tut. Tut and
remarked that l was neglecting my fam
lily at my hotel. made an appointment TO
meet him on the morrow. and was away.
II went to one of those alley cabinet
saloons. so numerous in Chicago. so that
l could get a chance to give myself a
cinnamon hug.
Z" Of course. | said TO myself, "Ill send
this Sl.70o back. together with a quippy,
humorous letter. when they begin to rim.
right for me again. meanwhile ana
the remainder Of that think was lost in
a series OF low. exul.ant gurgies.
Il was under full sail for a Turkish
bath. where 1 wanted to give myself a
good thawing out before starting bach
this way TO ell .em all around here where
the good things lived. when once again I
met the young gentleman of the press
who had the shrewd eye for recognizing
folks.
Up Against enc Field.
BY the way, Senator said he. did
you ever meet Gene Field7'