The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-05-06
'Trade has almost ceased.
t.C'loso the mills down and wait. Yor,

\ r#'lf j uo, ten Thousand men VIII be To-
loose OH the city with nothing bit The
Union funds to fall back OH. =
IF YOU don't you will be what Bait
mann Is to-dny-a bankrupt"
II have eighty thousand cash on de.
post at the Bank Of England"
4. "And If you throw that away after
the rest, YOU will be done for You don't
realize the situation. 1t can't recover
War is inevitable. India will 60, feel
1T. England is going to turn into a
camp. Religion Is tho pretext of war
everywhere. Take your money from the
bank III cash and lock it up in tho safe
deposit strong rooms. Keep that stunt,
earning nothing, for emergencies; then
wait for the other properties to recover.
1t will be years perhaps, but you will
win through in tho end The freehold
| sites of the mills are alone worth almost
anything. 1t Is only paper millionaires
| property owner. But you must walk
very warly, even you. Who could have
forcseen all this? SEQ that fellow
Hands is dead-couldn't stand the sight
| Of the mischief he'd done, l sup
! pose. The fool! tho eternal fool!
| why couldn't he have kept his
sham discovery to himself? Look at the
unutterab Bile misery It has brought X on
| tho world ,,a- 1850 XII
y
fcring the common fnte?''
al? Certainly not! That is to say, I
suffer, Of course. but not fatally. All
my investments are In buildings In safe
| quarters. may have to reduce rents
for a year or two, but my houses will
not be empty. And they are my own"
Fortunate man." said Schuabe; but
| why sham discovery"
"Out of business hours said the 4 So
I ,iIr 70.
I ton, IL am Roman Catholic, Mr..
Schuabe. Good morning I will send the
transfer round for you to sign"
The cool, machne-like man went away.
| The millionaire knew that his fortune
was tottering. but 1t moved him little.
He knew that his power In the country
was nearly over, had dwindled to moth
| ing in the stir of greater things around.
Money was only useful as means of
power, and with n sure precedence he saw
that he would never regain his old posi-
| ton.
| Tho hour was over
| Whatever would be the outcome Of
these great affairs, the hour was past
| and over.
The one glowing thought which burned
within him, and seemed to be eating out
his life, was the awful knowledge that
he and no other man had set IN motion
| this terrible machinery which was grind
ing up the civilized world.
Day and night from that there was
! no relief.
His valet again entered and reminded
his master that some people were COM
ing to lunch, He went away and began
| to dress with the mans help
| The guests were only two in number
One wos Ommaney, the editor of the
Daily Wire. the other Mrs. Hubert Arm
strong.
Both the lady and gentleman came in
| together at about two o'clock.
Mrs. Armstrong was much changed in
l appearance. Her face had lost It's Sc
renity; her manner was quick and anx-
ious; her voice strained
The SLIM quiet editor. on the other
hand, seemed to be untouched by worry.
4 Quiet and inscrutable as ever. the only
change In him, perhaps. was slight
hriskness. m aroma rather than an act
ual expression Of good humor and bien-
| etre.
/ They sat down to the meal. Schuabo.
| in his dark grey frock coat. the careful
ensemble of his dress no less than the
regular beauty Of his face-now smooth
and caln--seemcd to be beyond all mum
dane cares Only the lady was Ill at
| ease.
| The conversation at first was all Of the
actual news Of the day, as 1t had APP
! peared In the mornings newspapers.
| Hands's death was discussed. Poor
fellow" said Mrs. Armstrong. with
/ sigh; ut is sad to think of his sudden
ending. The burden was too much for
him to bear I can understand 1t when
/ look round upon all that is happen
ing: 1t is terrble!'
Surely you do not regret the discovery
| ct Ech nil
II am beginning to fear truth" said
the lady 1.-THE world II seems, was not
! ripe for It, Yin "a hundred years. perhaps,
| our work would have paved the way. But
| 1t is premature, Look at the chaos all
around us. The public has ceased to
think Or read. They are reading moth
Ing. Three publishers have put up the
shutters during the week"
The Journalist Interrupted with
dry chucklc. They are reading the
Daily Wire" he said: tho circulation
is almost douhlcd."I lie sent congra-
| tulatory glance to Schuabe.
The lnillionaire's great holding IN the
paper was a secret knewn only to few.
| In the stress Of greater affairs he had
| half forgotten It. A swift feeling Of re-
lief crossed his brain as he realized what
this meant to his totterlng fortunes.
Poor Hands, said the editor "he was
nice fellow. Rather impractical and
dreamy, but a nice fellow Owing to
him we had the greatest chance that
any paper has ever had in the history
of journalism, We owe him great
debt The present popularity and IN
Guence OF the paper has, dwarfted, posi-
tive dwarfted. all It's rivals, have given
The poor fellow three columns to-day
! wish ] could do more.
40 Won not think MIR. Ommaney,
asked Mrs. Armstrong. that in the en-
ormous publication OF kilograms and
political foreign news. the glorious fact
that the world has at last awakened tc
n knowledge OF the glorous truths Of
real religion is being swamped and for
gotten? After all, what VIII he the great
, est thing In history hundred years from
: now? WIN it not be the death of the
old superstitions rather than mutiny
IN the East or war win Russla2 VII
[ not the names Of the pioneers Of truth
, remain more firmly liked in the minds
, OF mankind than those Of generals ant
chancellorsG'