The Red Cloud chief., 1904-09-16

An hour had passed. and he hardly
dared look at the quotations. Per.
haps tho deal had collapsed7 Per
haps-
a. & o. las, 145h. l46h," called
out the man who was reading the
ticker. Two thousand L. 4 o. at
1907
An exultant shout went up from the
crowd of men who surrounded James
Blake. His handsome face was aglow
with pleasure as they slapped him on
the back.
MY congratulations. general
Blake said. grasping the old soldiers
hand. Our little pool is working
splendidly! DO you feel like getting
out at $50. general? wouldn't ad-
wise you to do SO. but IL you wish II.
can be arranged. | have q customer
who will take the stock of your hands
at that figure"
II am entirely satisfied to let II
alone" said General Garden. drawing
himself up proudly. Handle my
stock according to YOU Judgment.
The subordinate should % question
the policy Of a victorious command.
err"
mfr. Burton wishes to see you"
whispered a clerk to Blake, and the
famous head of tho firm turned and
left General Garden.
He heard the shouts Of victory and
f,nrl hs..,f ahaEtay ha~l, ,-l
laughing with strangers. He felt a
strong grasp on his shoulder and
turned to see James Blake.
I'VE settle with Randolph Morris
Il Company at u.s." he whispered.
Your share of the profits Is nearly a
million and a half. I'll call at your
house this evening and give you a
check for the exact amount"
IL can find no words to express my
feelings" said General Garden, deep.
ly affected. II do not think that | am
entitled to- SO large a share of these
profits. I-I-really I do not know
what to say to you. Mr.. Blake. Goo
bless and reward you"
Don't thank me-" replied James
| Blake.
A strange expression came over his
face and a look Of pain to his dark
eyes. 81 am mott should not"
He paused. released General Gardens
hand and turning abruptly. rushed
across the room and vanished into an
inner office.
In the turmoil OF his own feelings
General Garden paid little attention
To this strange action. Six hours be.
fore he had entered these rooms all
but penniless. He left them more
than a millionaire.
In a darkened room in a remote
quarter Of the city, a gray-haired man
gasped for breath and moaned In his
delirium. A great financial battle had
been fought. Randolph Morris was
n of the stricken victims, and Mar.
shall Garden was n Of the ~victors.
In this & of commercial and indus.
trial barbarism, man must climb to
| glory over the dead and mangled bod
| les of the losers. Commercial compe-
tition has all the horrors and none of
the chivalry of physical warfare.
Thoughts such as these came to
John Burt when the news circulated
that Randolph Morris had been strick-
en- in his office. The blow aimed at
| the son had fallen with crushing force
on the father. In the hour of victory
John Burt was silent and sad, and
John Hawkins was not slow to CLEAN
the reason.
IL wouldn't worry over Randolph
Norris" he said. with a gruflness
which was assumed. THE old man
will recover. One stroke of apoplexy
won't kill him"
Write to Randolph Norris" said
John. addressing Blake, land say that
his personal property Is exempt In this
settlement. He has scheduled Il as
having a value of nearly a million dol
lare. l shall not take 1t from him.
He's an old man. with daughters and
others dependent on him"
Good for you. Burt" exclaimed
John Hawkins. 1T isn't business, but
business is hell-as old Sherman said
about war. I'm going to my hotel to
take a nap. Where car I see you this
evening? Dine with me at the hotel
at nine o'clock. What dye say? You,
too, Blake"
Ito be continued.)