Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1907-08-02

AL inc real UOuey, anu lHdl any a.
tempt upon the peoples part to regn-
late and control the new system Of
! robbery, would be fraught WIFE I'M
| paralleled disaster-not to the "Sys-
tenn" but to the people
Since Bob's return from Europe
had seen him but a few times. Up
to October Let he rad not been near
the Stock Exchange or "the Street"
Shortly after the listing of the 'Peo-
pie Be Damned" as "the Street" had
dubbed the new trust, he began to
show up at his o ice regularly. This
was the condition of affairs when
Fred BROMLEY called me up on the
telephone, as I related at the begin
ming of my story which l did not real
ize | had been SO long in telling.
My thoughts had been chasing each
other with lightning-like rapidity back
over the last five years and the Is be-
/ fore them, and each thought deepened
the black mist over my present men,
tai vision In the midst of my re-
Elections my telephone rang again.
Mr. Randolph. for Heavens sake
Fred Brownley's voice. Things are
frightful here. Bob's brokers are sell
ing stocks at five and ten thousand
lot clips. Barry Conant is leading
Reinhart's forces. 1t is said he has
the pools protection order in Anti
Peoples and that it is unlimited, but
Bob has the Reinhart crowd pretty
/ hoe i,,ct fy,se
giving Conant hundred thousand off
the reel in 10000 lots, and he told
me a moment ago he was going to
get Bob himself to face Barry Conant.
They're down 20 points on the aver
age, although they haven't let Anti
Peoples break an eighth yet. They
have it pegged at 106, but there is an
ugly rumor just in that Bob, under
! cover of general attack, is unloading
Anti-People's on to the Reinhart wing
for Rogers and Rockefeller, and the
rumor is getting in its work. Even
! Barry Conant is growing a bit anx-
ious The latest talk is that Reinhart
is borrowing hundreds of millions on
Anti-People's, and that his loans are
being called in all directions. Do you
know Reinhart is at his place in Vir
ginia and cannot get here before to.
morrow night? If Bob breaks through
Anti Peoples peg, it will be the worst
crash yet"
"All right, Fred" I answered. II
will go over to Bob's right now. /
hate to do it, but there is no other
hope"
| dropped the receiver and started
for Bob's Office. AS I went through
His counting-room one of the clerks
said, They have just broken Anti
Peoples to 90 on a bulletin that Tom
Remnants wife and only daughter
have been killed in an automobile ac-
cident at their place in Virginia. They
I first had it that Reinhart himself was
killed. That has been corrected, al
though the latest word is that he is
Frustrated"
raped on Bob's private-office
door / felt the coming struggle as I
heard his hoarse below, Come in"
He stood at the ticker. with the tape
in one hand, while with the other he
held the telephone receiver to his ear.
My God, what a picture for stage!
His magnificent form was erect, his
feet were as firmly planted as if he
were made of bronze, his shoulders
thrown back as if he were withstand
Ing the rush of the Stock Exchange
hordes, his eyes afre with sullen,
smouldering blaze, his jaw was set in
way that brought into terrible relief
the new, hard lines of desperation
that had recently come into his face.
His great chest was rising and falling
as though he were engaged in physi-
cal struggle his perfect-fitting, heavy
black Melton cutaway coat, thrown
back from the chest, and low.
rundown white collar formed the
setting for a throat and head that re-
minded one of forest monarch at
bay on the mountain crag awaiting
the coming of the hounds and hunters.
| hesitated at the threshold to catch
my breath, as | took in the terrific
figure. Had Bob BROMLEY been an
enemy OF mine | should have backed
out in fear, and | do not confess to
more '9Sau my AL SndiS VI COWdTuICe
Inwardly thanked God that Bob was
in his Office instead of on the floor OF
the Exchange. His whole appearance
was frightful. He showed in every
line and lineament that he was man
who would hesitate at nothing, even
at killing, if he should find human
obstacle in his road and his mind
should suggest murder. He was the
personification of the most awful mad
| ness. Even when he caught sight of
me, he hardly moved, although my
coming must have been surprise.
$50 it is you, Jim Randolph, is it?
What brings you here?" His voice
was hoarse, but it had metallic ring
that went to my marrow. Bob Brown
lev in all the wears of orr friendship