The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-12-12

Kate, then to the two stores for the
Saturday marketing, SO like a lottery
drawing to the average suburbanite.
He had fresh peas and new potatoes
and spring lamb" said Mrs. Blake, re-
turning with the fine triumph of one
who had burned her financial bridge
and bought not wisely, but too well, but
she found Kate unresponsiye.
"Nivver an egg STINT yit, an me
a-waitin' on 'em since airly marnin' fer
the bakin' of the cake" she muttered
belligerently.
The marketing had consumed a good
part of the morning. 1t took still lon
ger to get the grocer on the phone and
placate the belligerent Kate, and Mrs.
Blake had not even begun to dress
when the children emerged from Ell
lens hands fairly radiating cleanliness
in their crisp, white pique- that unwill-
ing concession to "a treat" in town.
ELLEN, don't let them get soiled,''
cried Mrs. Blake agonizlngly. "See that
they get their luncheon and walk on
slowly to the station. We must make
that next train"
At quarter to II Thomas Blake, jun
Tor partner in the firm of Matthison &
Co., sugar brokers, Wall street, con
suited his watch, then closed his desk
with brisk little snap.
II think III go now, Matthison," be
said, glancing in at the door of the ad-
joining room. "Only fifteen minutes
more. Besides, am due to meet Mrs.
Blake and the kids at the Hippodrome
at 2 o'clock
Mr. Matthison, calm, quiet looking
man, looked up from the letters he was
signing. might just as well,' he re
piled. Business is as dead as door
nail. We will all get off by Il"
mfr. Starbuckle wants to see one of
the firm" interrupted an office boy la
conically.
Blake nodded and entered the tele-
phone booth. In moment he shot out
Of the booth and into his partners of
fee, clever, alert, transformed by the
whirl of abundant life that pulsed
through his veins at the sudden de-
mand upon it.
"Starbuckle has put up the price of
sugar ten points," he announced brief
ly.
Matthison whirled around In his
chair. "The deuce he hasw he ejacu
lated
Blake pulled open his desk. IF you
have any outside orders get them
ready" he said, hurriedly seizing a
memorandum. IN telephone these
down" And he dashed again into the
booth.
When he came out the office already
reflected the changed condition of the
market. The telephones were ringing,
clerks busily sorted slips of paper or
hurried from desk to desk, and a half
dozen messenger boys tumbled up the
steps and through the door.
Get 'em all in?" queried Matthison.
"All but two. He baked at that
three car order of Mercer & Swift's.
Have to 20 down with them, / sup
pose"
go ahead. I'll tend to the tele-
gramS"
Every sugar broker in Wall street
was on the way to Starbuckle's Office.
That's right, my boy; get 'em all inr'
shouted joyial fat man with a friend
ly whack at Blake's back. What
keeps you down here, anyway? Sup
posed you were at the Hippodrome by
this time"
Blake laughed. Thought I'd accept
your invitation to sail down the bay
Instead"
The fat one chuckled.
Once inside Starbuckle's office the
little crowd of tense, earnest men paid
scant attention to anything but the
business at banda few words Of men,
orandum hastily jotted down on a
scrap Of paper, then out again, hurry
ing along the busy street; back to the
Office. to the same tense absorption, the
same impatient jingle Of the telephones,
the messenger boys still scrambling up
the steps.
Blake placed the slips on MatthIson's
desk. IAN in" he said briefly.
Good nodded the older man, and
again the tense silence settled upon the
room. broken only by the whir Of the
ticker and the shuffiing steps Of the
messenger boys.
Finally Blake handed over his last
telegram and leaned back in his chair
with sigh of relief At the same time
his partner shouted, That's the endr
bringing his fist down on the desk with
an emphatic thump.
BY common impulse the two mel
rose, and their eyes met in quick salts
faction. In the lull the ticker clicked
necessarily above the subdued hum OF
the clerks voices
Blake glanced at his watch. Three
o'clock! A sudden vision of a little wo
man, fianked by two starclied and i'm.
maculate children, sent him posthaste
to the telephone THE Hippodromer
he shouted. Give this message to the
lady sitting next to G 4S-left center
orchestra-G 48-left center" he re.
peated. The rest was lost in the re-
turning shuttle Of the messenger boys.
Blake returned to his desk and seized
the telegram from the first boy. He
shot quick glance at the contents.
Five hundred barrels-B Brooks {
Ross-Kansas City," he jotted down
and handed the memorandum to a con
tract clerk.
He tore open the next envelope
Three hundred barrels-H Holmes &
Wilson-Duluth''-
Zone thousand barrels-Reed &
Nicops-M Milwaukee" and so on through
all the long, hot afternoon. while from
the room outside, above the hum Of
voices and elatter of quick steps, came
the insistent clicking of the typewriter
At Z o'clock Matthison interrupted
him. Blake, what do you say to let
ting the boys go home and entering w
the rest Of these contracts ourselyesY
Blake nodded