Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1904-10-08

An hour had passed, and he hardly
dared look at the quotations. Per-
haps the deal had collapsed? Per-
IL. & o. l45. 145H, l46M." called
ticker. 1.-TWO thousand l.. & 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 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 If you wish 1t
can be arranged. l have customer
who will take the stock off your hands
at that figure"
II am entirely satisfied to let it
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 to see James Blake.
I'VE settle with Randolph Morris
& Company at u.s." he whispered.
Your share of the profits is nearly a
million and 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 share of these
profits. I-I-really l 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 look of pain to his dark
eyes. II 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 millionaire.
In a darkened room in a remote
| quarter of the city, a gray-haired man
| gasped for breath and mCaned 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 to
| glory over the dead and mangled bod
| les of the losers. Commercial compe-
ttion 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 Norris 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 q 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 a 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"
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