The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-06-21
LAWSON BILKED
By Willy ROGERS
Man Of Frenzies Tells How the
System" Beat Him Out
of Millions.

Special to The Journal.
New York, June 21.-Thomas w.
Lawson, in the July installment of his
story, Frenzied Finance, - in Every
body's Magazine, says n. III. Rogers
tried to swindle him out of $7,00O,0O0
Of his share Of the profits Of the Anal.
Amalgamated,O and tells how he act
ually did cut him out Of about $4,000
900 in the final division Of the spoils.
He says his share should have been at
least $9,000,OOO.
The two met in Mr.. Rogers office
in the Standard Oil building. Mr.. Law
son says he was prepared to look for
account, he + found it. Mr.. Rogers pro-
duced slip of paper, remarking that
it was good time to clear decks,''
and handed it to Mr.. Lawson, saying:
"There s our account Mr.. Lawson 3
story follows:
Lawson ''Saw Red.'
I turned to the paper; leaned over it,
letting my two hands with the elbow
resting on the table support my head.
At the first glance caught the balance,
it was little less than two millions and
a half. At once the other lines upon the
sheet became crimson blur.
I fercely asservated to myself, II must
be cool, I must, I must!' But all my
resolutions went as goes the powder when
touched by the match. In an instant
nothing in the world mattered; all dams
burst asunder; sprang to my feet, kickeo
over the chair and with an exclamation
which was half a yell Of imprecation
I struck the paper under Mr.. Rogers
eyes. On the balance line beat tattoo
rr,;&1 iva, inc fine
All Barriers Down.
=, Then I caught my voice. Heaven
knows what I said, for all barriers were
down and a food-tide Of rage, over
whelming, terrific, swept my being. There
was no chance for Mr.. Rogers to answer
or interrupt me. Suddenly I became con-
scious that was saying, Am I to un-
derstand that this is final? Is this what
get for my cursed work?' My voice
as heard it was strange, a: hoarse hiss
and the words fell on my ears like a death
sentence No, by -, MOI" I sprang
between him and the door.
Lawson, stop for second; there is
! some mistake; some terrible blunder that
they have made upstairs. Don't utter
another word. Give me that paper and
I'll take it to Mr.. Rockefeller. He will
see what is wrong. He and I'll go over 1t
| together and you shall have what's right.
I will be back In a few minutes and
| swear to you you shall have your full
share Yes, I swear to you, you shall
! have what you say is right, even if it
takes every dollar Of the profits, every
| dollar!" 49,
Went sAfter More Money!
I handed him the paper without word
| He was out of the room instanter. !
| heard gates bang, and knew he had, as
| he promised, "gone upstairs I locked
the door, and I shall never forget the
racking torture of that interval of wait
| ing.
| "A series of disasters began cinemata;
graphic procession across my dlsorderet
brain, so portentously realistic that
| found myself shivering in anticipation
when suddenly the doorknob clicked ant
I jumped to my feet to admit Mr. Rogers
! In his hand was the paper. I had eyes FOL
# alone. 7 took it from the outstretchec
fingers and devoured it's contents. It wa
the same sheet, the same word bal
ance," but underneath the old figures wa!
a line below which appeared new Sc
of ciphers, showing just fraction unde
five millions of dollars.
His Balance Doubled.
In the brief interval of minutes my bal
| ance had doubled. Before could ute
word, with his hand on my arm t
arrest my attention, Mr.. Rogers was ex
claiming: .s.
Lawson, one word before you ope
YOUR mouth. Remember I said you shout
be satisfied Mr.. Rockefeller agrees wit
me, He thinks these figures are yno'
right, but wanted me to tell you if 70
t believe they are not, to make your ow
| It'll I,o1yn hat thew call fOr'