The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1903-03-13
my trades and get out Of the market

pensatloh. ne really feared
was that his money might be fooled
away in high livingand speculation.
And SO he banged away into the mid
die Of the flock, hoping to bring down
those two birds. Now that il began
to look as If he might kill of the
whole bunch he started in to hedge.
as it safe. William" says he.
Gas Sunday school," says Bill, "if
you do a strictly brokerage business
and don't speculate
81 trust, William. that you recog-
nize the responsibilities Of your stew
ard.hip!"
Bill fetched a groan. "Zeke," says
he, "you corncrcd me there, and /
s'pose ! might a. well walk up to the
Captains office and settle. ! hadn't
bought or sold a bushcl on my own ao-
count for a year until last week. when
/ got your letter saving that you were
coming. Then | saw what looked like
a safe chance to scalp the market for
a couple Of cents 4 bushcl, and i
bought 10000 September, intending
to turn over the profits to you as u lit
tie present, so that you could see the
town and have a good time without its
costing you anything"
A
The deacon judged from Bills ex-
preston that he had got nipped and
was going to try to unload the loss on
him, so he changed his face TO n
which he used when attending the
funeral of any n who hadn't been a
professor, and came back quick and
hard:
"I'm surprised, William, that you
should think ] would accept money
made in gambling. Let il be a lesson
to you. How much did YOU lose.'
"That's the worst of It'll didn't
lost; | made 5000" and Bill hove
another sigh.
"Madc $2OOr' echoed the deacon,
and he changed his face again for the
one which he used when he found a
lead quarter in his till and couldn't
remember who had passed it on him.
YES" Bill went on, "and I'm
ashamed of it. for you've made me
see things in a new light. OF course,
after what you've said, | know it
would be an insult to offer you the
money. And feel now that it
wouldn't be right to keep it myself.
| must sleep on it and try TO find the
straight thing TO do"
l guess il really didn't interfere
with Bill's sleep, bu; the deacon sat
up with the corpse Of the $500. you
bet. In the morning at breakfast he
asked Brother Bill to explain all
about this specializing business,
which made the market go up and
down, and whether real corn or wheat
or pork figured in any stage Of a deal.
Bill looked sort Of sad and dreamy
eyed, as is his conscience hadn't di-
gcsted that two hundred yet, but he
was mighty obliging about explain
ing everything to Zeke. lie had
changed his face for M which he
wore when he sold an easy customer
ground peas and chicory for o. g.
Java, and every now and then he
gulped rs il he was going to start a
hymn. When Bill told him how good
and bad weather sent the market up
and down he nodded and said that
that part of il was all right, because
it was of the Lord.
Not on the board oftradc il isn't"
Bill answered back; "at least, not to
any marked extent; It's from the
weather man or some liar in the corn
belt, and, as the weather man usually
reckons wrong, | reckon there isn't
any special inspiration about it. The
game is to guess what's going to hap
pen, not what has happened, and by
the time the real weather comes along
everybody has guessed wrong and
knocked the market of a cent or
two"
That made the deacon's chin whis-
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