Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-11-08

AT IL cents Ill right. NOW, the mo-
ment they get control OF the European
supply they'll hold the stun, force up
the selling price to awful figures, and
squeeze out dividends that will make
you wear blue glasses to look at
them"
ness, son." said Uncle Peter, fervently.
you certainly got your pas head on
you. You remind me more and more
of Danl J. Blnes every day. I'd rath-
er trust your judgment now than lots
of older men down there. You know
their tricks all right. Get In good
and hard SO long as you got n sure
thing. I'd hate to have you come
meachin' around after that stock has
hted, and be kickin' because you
hadn't bet what your hand was worth"
Trust me for that. Uncle Peter.
GARNER tried to steer me off this line
of stocks the other night. He'd heard
these rumors about a slump, and he's
50 years old at that. l thanked him
for his tip and coppered 1t with an
other 1000 shares all around next day.
The way GARNER can tell when you're
playing a busted flush makes you
nervous; but haven't looked over his
license TO know ever, thing down In
the street yet"
The moral gain to Percival from his
new devotion to the stock market was
commented upon approyingly both by
Uncle Peter and by his mother. 70
was quite as tangible as his money
profits promised to be. He ceased to
frequent the temple Of chance In
Forty-fourth street. to the proprietor's
genuine regret. The poker games at
the hotel he abandoned as being trlv-
ial. And the cabmen along upper
Broadway had seldom now the oppor-
tunity to compete for his early morn
Ing patronage. He began to keep
early hours and to do less casual
drinking during the day. After three
weeks Of this comparatively regular
living his mother rejoiced TO note
signs that his breakfast appetite was
returning.
"You seo," he explained earnestly TO
Uncle Peter, "a man to make anything
at this game mus. keep his head clear,
and he must have good health TO do
that. meet lot OF those fellows
down there that queer themselves
| by drink. II doesn't do so much hurt
when n man isn't needing his brains
but no more Of II for me just nowl"
That's right, son. knew | could
make something more than polite
sosh out OF you. knew you'd pull up
If you got into business like you been
doin'."
Come downtown with me this AFT
ernoon and see me make play, Uncle
Peter. I think I'll begin now to buy
on 3 margin. The rise can't hold on
much longer"
"I'd like to, son. but I'd laid out to
take walk up to the park this after
noon and look In at the monkeys
awhile. need the outdoors, and any
way you don't need me down there.
You know your part all right Myi
but I'd begin to feel nervous with all
that money up. II It was anybody but
you, now"
In pursuance OF his pronounced plan,
Uncle Peter walked up Fifth avenue
that afternoon. But he stopped short
OF the park. At the imposing en-
trance OF the Arlingham he turned in.
At the desk he asked for Mrs. Wybert
"I'll see II Mrs. Wybert is in" said
the clerk, handing him a blank card;
your name, please"
The old man wrote: Mr.. Peter
Bines, OF Montana City, would like
few minutes talk with Mrs. Wybert."
The boy was gone 80 long that
Uncle Peter, waiting, began to sus-
pect he would not be received. He re-
turned at length with the message:
THE lady says Slll you please step
upstairs"
Going up in the elevator, the old
man was ushered by a maid into q
violet-scented little nest whose pale
green walls were touched dlscreetly
with hangings OF heliotrope. An art
list, In Uncle Peters place, might have
fancied that the color scheme OF the
apartment cried out for bit OF
warmth. A glowing, warm-haired
woman was needed to set the walls
afire; and the need was met when MIRA
Wybert entered.
She wore long coat of seal
trimmed with chinchilla, and had
been, apparently, about to go out
Uncle Peter rose and bowed. Mira
Wybert nodded rather uncertainty.
"You wished to see me, Mr.. BinesY"
II did want TO have a little talk
with you, Mrs. Wybert, but yours
goin' out, and I won't keep you. I
know how pressed you New York So
ciety ladies are with your engage
ments."
Mrs. Wybert had seemed 10 be pun
zled. She was still puzzled, but un-
mistakably pleased The old man was
looking at her with frank and friendly
apology for his intrusion. Plainly she
had nothing to fear from him. She
became gracious.
ut was only a little shopping tour,
Mr.. Bines, that and call at the hos
pital, where they have one of my
maids who slipped on the avenue yes
terday and fractured one OF her-er-
limbs. Do sit down"
Mrs. Wybert said limb" for Lee
with the rather conscious air OF escap-
ing from an awkward situation only
by the sublest fnesse.
She seated herself before q green
and heliotrope background that In
stantly took warmth from her colon
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