The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1905-08-31

AN hour had passed. and he hardly
uareu look at the quotations. Per.
maps the deal had collapsed? Per.
haps-
IL, & o. las, 145ls. l46,t." called
cut the man who was reading the
1907"
An eNultant shout went up from the
crowd of men who surrounded James
Blake. His handsome face was aglow
WIN pleasure as they slapped him on
the back
MY congratulations, general"
Blake said, grasping the old soldiers
hahu' Our little pool is working
Spienuldly! Do you feel like getting
out at $50, general? wouldn't ad.
wise you to do SO, but IL you wish 1t
can be arranged. have a customer
VINO VIII take the stock off your hands
at that figure"
Il am entirely satisfied to let II
aiohe' said General Garden, drawing
himself up proudly. Handle my
| STOCK according to your Judgment.
me subordinate should not question
the policy of victorious command.
| err"
MI Burton wishes to see YOU"
whispered a clerk to Blake, and the
famous head of the firm turned and
| left General Garden.
| He heard tho ebn,,,c
found himself shaking hands and
laughing with strangers. He felt a
strong grasp on his shoulder and
turned to see James Blake.
we settle with Randolph Morris
Il Company at 49," 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"
i can find no words to express my
feelings" said General Garden, deep.
~ affected Il do not think that am
entitled to so large n share of these
prohts. l-l-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. 81 am mott should not
He paused, released General Garden S
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 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 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.
81 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, and say that
his personal property is exempt in this
settlement He has scheduled 1t as
having a value of nearly million dol
lare. | 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 tc
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.)