The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-09-07
CHAPTER VII,

An old gambler whose life had beer
spent listening to the rattle of the
drop-in- bound-out little roulette ball,
last dollar went to the relentless
tigers NAV, that the keepers foot was
upon an electric button which enabled
him to make the ball drop where his
stake was not. He simply said:
"Thank God. l thought that prince
of cheats, Fate, who all through life
has had his foot on the button of my
game, was the one who did the trick
Long suffering had driven the old
gambler to the losers bible, Philoso-
ply! Cheated by mans device, he
knew he had some chance of get
ting even; but Fate he could not
combat
Bob BROMLEY had thought himself
in hard luck when his eyes opened
to the fact that he had been robbed
by means of dice loaded by man, but
when Fate pressed the button he saw
that his man-made hell was but a
feeble imitation, and-was satisfied,
as whoever knows the game of life
is satisfied, because-he must be.
Bob's strong head bowed, his iron will
bent, and meekly his soul murmured:
"Thy will be DONE"
That night he married Beulah
Sands. The minister who united the
grown-up man and the woman who
was as a newborn babe saw nothing
extraordinary in the match. He
murmured to me, who acted as best
man to the groom, maid of honor to
the bride, and father and mother to
both: I'VE see strange sights, we
ministers of the great city, Mr.. Ran
dolph. The sweet little lady appears
to be trifle scared My explana-
ton that she and Mr.. Brownley were
the awful survivors of the awful
tragedies of the day was sufficient.
He was satisfied when he got no other
response to his question: do you
take this man to be your welded hus-
band?" than a sweet childish smile
as she Struggled closer to Bob
Bob and his bride went south to
his mother and sisters the next day.
He left to me the settlement of his
trades. He instructed me to set
aside 100000 profits for Beulah
ands-Brownley, and insisted that l
pay from the balance the notes he had
given me few weeks before There
remained something over $4,000 900
for himself.
The leading Wall street paper, in
its preaching on the panic, wound up
with:
"Wall street has lived through many
black Fridays. Some of them have been
thirteenth-of -the-month Fridays, but no
Friday yet rked from the calendar, no
Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
or Thursday yet garnered to the store
house of the past was ever more jubilant-
ly welcomed by his Satanic Majesty than
yesterday. We pray Heaven no COM
ing day may be ordained to so against
yesterdays record for tigerish cruelty and
awful destruction. 1t is rumored that
i Mr.. BROMLEY of Randolph & Randolph,
either for himself his clients cleared
s25. 900, 900 of profit. We believe that this
estimate is low The losses coming
through Robert Brownley's terrible on
slaught must have run over $500, 600.
Wall street and the country will do well
to take the moral of yesterdays market
to their heart 1t is this: The concern
tration of wealth in the hands of few
Americans is a menace to our financial
structure. 1t is the unanimous opinion
of the Street that Robert Brownley could
never have succeeded in battering down
tie price of sugar il the very teeth Of