The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-29

listen. I've got you all into this thing,
and played you broke against copper;
and m going to get you out-nnder-
stand that?"
The old man looked at him pityingly
II tell you I'm going to get YOU out. = m
going back there, and get things In ae-
ton. and I'm going to .staysbs them. I've
got a good idea of these proPerties-and
you know me, now--I'll finish with
bank roll thatll cloke Red Bank Canon."
i Fouts knocked and came In.
Now you go along up town, Uncle Pc
| ter l want a. few minutes with Mr..
Fouts, and Ill come to your place at z.
| The old man rose dejectedly.
Don't let me interfere a minute with
your financial operations. I'm too old a
man to be around In folks way.
/ He slouched out with his head bent.
/ A moment later Pereiva1 remembered
his last words also his reference to Blythe.
He was seized with fear for
what he might do in his despair. Uncle
|Peter would act quickly II his mind had
He ran out into Wall street and hurried
lup to Broadway. A block of on that
crowded .thorofare he saw the tall figure
of Uncle Peter turning into the door Of
a saloon. He might have bought poison.
He ran the length OF the block and
turned in.
Uncle Peter stood at one end Of the bar
with glass of creamy beer in front of
him. At the moment Percival entered he
Twas inclosng large slab Of Swiss cheese.
4 between two slices of rye bread.
I He turned and faced Percival. looking
from him to his sandwich with vacant
eyes
4 I'm that wrought up and distressed,
son, hardly know what I'm dom! Look,
at me now with this stuff in my hands. !"
II just wanted to be sure you were all
right" said Percival, greatly relieved.
,icyI,f f1,o-N old MAJ rnn
right? My God-ruined! There's nothin'
left to do now
He looked absently at the sandwich and
J, bit a generous semicircle into It.
It don't see how you can eat, Uncle Pc
ter It's so horrible!'
II don't myself 1t amt healthy ap-
petite-cant be-from all this trouble.
And now I've come to poverty and want In
my old age. Say, son. l believe there's
jest one thing you can do to keep me from
, goin' crazy.
Name it, Uncle Peter. You bet I'll
do iu!''
"Well. it amt much-of course
wouldn't expect you to do all them things
lyou was Jest braggin' about back there
! about goin' to work the properties and all
that-you would do it If you could,
know-but 1t amt that. All ask Is, don't
! play this Wall street game any more: II
we can save out enough by good luck
< to keep us decently, SO your ma won
have to take boarders, why, don't you
r go and lose that, too. Don't mortgage
the one$Girl, may be sort OF supersti.
r tious, but somehow, I don't believe Wal
a street is your game Course, I don't say
r you amt got q game-of some kind-bu1
I got one of them presentiments that Il
: |ain't Wall street."
Il don't believe 1t is, Uncle Peter.
e won't touch another share, and I Won
d go near Shepler again Well keep the
One Girl
Fl He called a cab for the old man ant
t saw him started safely off up town.
a At the hotel Uncle Peter met Billy Brut
: lfourishing an evening paper that haret
d with explanatory headlines.
IS Its all in the papers, Uncle Peter!
/! Dead broke! Amt it awful, Billy
d Say, Uncle Peter, you said you'd rails
st hell, and you done it. You done 1t good
h didn't your