Mexico Missouri message. (Mexico, Audrain County, Mo.) 1899-1918, 1904-10-27

dared look at the quotations. Per.
haps the deal had collapsed? Per
haps--
Il. & o. 145, 1451s, 1864" called
cut the man who was reading the
ticker. Two thousand L. g. o. at
1901"
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 OH
the back.
MY congratulations, general
Blake said. grasping the old soldio'S
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 II you wish 1t
can, be arranged. | have a customer
who will take the stock off 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 your Judgment.
The subordinate should not question
the policy of a victorious command
err"
Mr.. Burton wishes to see YOU"
whispered a clerk to Blake, and the
famous head of the firm turned and
left General Garden.
He heard the shouts of victory and
found himself shaking hands and
laughing with strangers. He felt a
strong grasp on his shoulder and
turned 10 see James Blake.
We settle with Randolph Morris
d Company at 49," he whispered.
Your share of the profits is nearly
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 81 do not think that | am
entitled to so large a share of these
profits. I-I-really | do not know
what to say to you, Mr.. Blake. God
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. Il 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
one of the stricken victims, and Mar
shall Garden was one of the victors.
In this age Of commercial and indus
trial barbarism, man must climb &c
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
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 gruffness
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 it as
having value of nearly a million dol
lare. l shall not take it 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 can see you this
evening? Dine with me at the hotel
at nine o'clock. What dye say? You
too, Blake"
ITO be continued.)