The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-09-17
clfc today. Mr.. Morrls?" he asked
cheerfully.


cheerfully.
Mr.. Morris rewarded him with dig
nlhed stare from his four foot from
the ground perch and over the top of
his two Inch collar, but did not reply.
He had made persistent effort TO in
duee the young man to speak more re
bpectfully of the head of the firm Be
sides, II was very bad taste to make
fun OF the lack OF Northern Pacific In
that office.
Murdoch cook the implied rebuke
philosophically and repeated the Ques.
ton.
Look here, young man. II you don't
stop trying to be funny you'll have to
hunt another job! Your jests. sir, are
very Ill timed! l am getting tired of
your airs"
His anger made his pen shake, and a
big blot dropped upon the immaculate
page. He gasped and dug at 1t with
an eraser, forgetful of the very exist
ence OF the boy"
Murdoch stood for n moment in
thought. Then he threw his head back
and walked slowly into the holy of
holies, the private Office of the boss"
The boss looked up when the young
man entered, then turned to his work
quickly. He did not know half his EN-
ployees. To him they were simply
parts of the machinery Of which he
was the motive power. The young
man was out of place in his private
office but possibly some REIMBURSEMENT
of the machinery warranted his ap-
pearance there for u moment.
MIR. Cannon" began the young
man. He felt little timid. notwith-
standing his wealthy connections.
"WhatT the financier shouted, star
tied at being addressed.
"You-you-I heard you were buying
Northern Pacific. | want to sell you
some" Murdoch spoke quickly, for
fear his own dignity might be hurt If
the flnancier got word In.
Want to sell me somew repeated
the boss In dazed fashion, looking up
from schedule which showed that he
still lacked $4,000 shares of control.
Twenty-Five thousand of that he could
not get. Fifty thousand he might get
IL he knew just who had 1t. He glanced
at the athletic figure again.
you are one of my employees, are
you notY
Murdoch nodded. What bid? he
said
What! Northern Pacific! Where did
you get III Explain yourself, young
man. Sit down." The financier turned
his powerful mind loose on the prob.
lem of getting those shares. Then he
recognized the youth. 1t WAS old Muir
docks son. 1t flashed through his mind
that Murdoch senior had some of the
certificates. although he had denied ii
the day before.
what bidf" repeated Murdoch jun
Tor.
THE market price. of course. Know
itT' The youth amused nina chip of
the old block evidently. There was a
twinkle of mirth In the big mans eye,
1t would be a good story to tell the
boys father
Murdoch shook his head. mot
enough, sir"
"a half, then"
Not enough"
"Two hundred for immediate deliv.
cry" The financier smiled. 1t was n
precious thing to be able 10 smile dur
ing business hours.
Not enough" the young man repeat
ed. He saw the smile. In his mind
was ticking loudly the little watch.
Now 1t had II diamond studded chain
attached. A pair of blooded horses,
drawing dinky sulky, was coming
down the road, too-in his mind.
See here, boy. How much do you
want? How much have you got? And
where did ycu get itT The big man
ceased smiling. Five points already
over the market price. Ii was no smil
ing matter.
1.-TWO hundred and fifty. Don't know.
Don't care to state" Murdoch said
calmly, with shrewd look. The team
swept into full view.
Bought at $3.50, you blamed rascal!
Deliver 1t In three hours" The flnan-
cher roared as II he WAS on the floor of
the exchange. Murdoch trembled with
Joy. The door opened violently, and
the bookkeeper rushed In. He had
heard the word rascal and waited
for nothing more. He grabbed Muir
dock by the collar and yelled: "Get out
of here. you idiot! How dare you come
In here? 1t was not my fault. Mr..
Cannon"
The boss shouted something. The
bookkeeper heard it as In q dream.
He stared as he saw the boy" and the
"boss' exchange friendly grins, then
Murdoch turned to him and, straight
ening his collar, said. "We'll let 1t pass,
Mr.. Morris"
A tall westerner roamed the metrop-
oils for week In company with well
groomed young clubman, and they saw
New York.
Next summer a bit of feminlnity,
who wears the diamond studded chate-
laine and rides with Murdoch behind
the blooded horses. Is going to Wyo-
ming to trough IT. with her husband
and Bill Helmer.
The Best Period of Life.
The best half of life Ia In front of
the man Of forty II he be anything Of a