The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-27

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bought outright and buy on margins, So,
to get bigger action"
my. Ny! you jest do fairly dazzle me, :"
exclaimed the old man. delightedly 20.
guess your pa wouldn't be at all proud
| OF you If he could see it, tell you, TINS
family's all right while you keep hearty
Well I'm not pushing my chest out
any" said the young man, with Decom-
ing modesty, :. but don't mind telling
you it will be the biggest thing ever pulled
/ off down there by any one man.
That's the true western spirit, de-
lclared Uncle Peter, beside himself with
enthusiasm. I'VE do things big when we
bother with EN- at all. We amt, afraid
Of any pikers like Shepler, with his little
two and Ave thousand lots. o! can jest
hear en- calm you hard names down
in that Wall street-Napoleon OF nnance
and copper king and all like that-n about
/ thirty days.!
/ EIe accepted Percivals invitation that
afternoon to go down into the street with
him. They stopped for moment in the
visitors gallery of the Stock Exchange
and looked down into the mob Wrltn1ng,
disheveled shouting brokers. In and out,
the throng swirled upon itself. while above
It's muddy depths surged a froth OF hands
In frenzied gesticulation. The frantic
movement and din Of shrieks disturbed
Uncle Peter. =.
Faro is such a lot quieter game, was
his comment; 80 much more ca, m ana
restful. What pity, now, faint as
/ Christian"
Then they made the rounds Of the bro
kers Offices in New, Broad and wall
streets.
They reached the Office Of Fouts, IN,
the latter street, just as the exchange had
closed. In the outer trading room groups
of men were still about the tickers, ra-
| he 0llOta-
tions. Percival made his way toward one
) Of them with a dim notion that he might
be concerned. He was relieved when ne
t saw Gordon Blythe, suave and smlllng'
in the midst Of the group, still regarding
the tape he held in his hands Blythe,
> too, had plunged in copper. He had been
; one of the few as sanguine as Perclval
land Blythes manner now treasured him.
: Copper had obviously not gone wrong.
"Ah, Blythe, how did we close? Mr..
Blythe my grandfather, Mr.. Bines"
Blythe was the model Of easy, indolent,
happy middle age. His tall hat, frock
I coat with carnation in the lapel, the
e precise crease Of his trousers, the spick-
I ness of his patent feathers and his grace
: Eful confidence Of manner, proclaimed his
| mind to be free from all but the pleasant
= things Of life. He greeted Uncle Peter
. airily. 80
come down to see how we do it, eh,
=
I, word. Here's copper just closed at So.
: after opening strong this morning at
: los. hardly fancied. you know, 1t could
= fall off SO many of those wretched little
! points. Rumors that the Cons lidated
+ has made large sales Of the stuff In Lon
= don at sixteen, I believe, One never can
4 be quite aware Of what really governs
! these absurd fluctuations
,Pereival was staring at Blythe In I'm
concealed amazenent. He turned, leav-
! ing, Uncle Peter still chatting with him.
. and sought Fouts in the inner Office.
= When he came out ten minutes later
= Uncle Peter was waiting for him alone.
:, "Your friend, Mr.. Blythe. is a clever
= sort OF man, jolly and nght-hearted as a
i boy
y Lets go out and have a drink, before
e we go up town.
" In the cafe Of the savarin, to which he
: led Uncle Peter, they saw Blythe again
;. He was seated at one Of the tables with
:, a younger man. Uncle Peter and Perci-
= val sat down at a table near by.
i, Blythe was having trouble about his
). wine.
= Nov. George he was saying. "give us
81 a real lively pint Of wine. You see, your:
= self, that cork isn't fresh; show it tt
- Frank there, and look at the wine ltse
= come now, George! Hardly bubble II
N it,! Tell Frank Ill leave it to him, b,
e, Cad! If this bottle is right"
I'd The waiter left with the rejected wine
S. and they heard Blythe resume to his com
ne panion, with the relish Of connoisseur:
e, Its simply a matter of genius, old chal
ar you understandable tell good wine
It that Is really to discriminate finely.
at a chaps not born with the gift he's al
tie ass to think he can acquire It,. Sometim
es you've a setter pup that looks flt-hea
nd good, nose all right-al the markings
mt but you try him out and you know sin hal
t,nSI n IN y4~lS
nd Then it's better to take him out back Q
the barp and shoot him, by Cad! rathe
: than have his strain corrupt the rest o
the kennel. He can't acquire the gift, an
no more can a chap acquire this gift. All
e. I was right, was I, George? Look how DIFF
ed ferent that cork is.
ng , He slipped the bubbling amber wine wit
Gle cautious and exacting appreciation. A
of the waiter would have refilled the glasses
ed Blythe stopped him.
Nov, George, let me tell you some
he thing You're serving at this n1onen
ce. the only gentlemans drink. Do 1t RICH
tut George Listen! Never refill a gentle
res mans glass until it's quite empty. D
i'm you know why? Think, George! 70
Ter pour fresh wine into stale wine and wha
to have you neither. I've taught 70
his something, George. Never fill glass II
nj it's empty
)" at beats me" said Uncle Peter, whe
g." Blythe and his companion had gone, ''ho
lily easy them rich dodgers get along Ths
as fellow must a. made q study OF wine
tch and nothing worse ever bothers him tina
rse a. waiter film his glass wrong
an. You'll be beat more answered Pc
er. cival when tell you this slump In col
on. per has just ruined him--wiped out evel
( I cent he had. He'd just taken 1t off Il
ticker when we found him in Fouts pla,
~ there He's lost a million and hal
every cent he had in the world, and
has a wife and two grown daughters
s"Shoo! you don't say! And I'd ha,
sworn he didn't 7care row OF pins whetl
er copper went up or down. He was a !
more worried about that champaign
Well, well! he certainly is a game lose
got more respect fur him now. TIL
i town does produce thoroughbreds, Y,
1 can't deny that,