Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1907-08-15

was Impossible Tor me to take my
eyes off him; he seemed absolutely
unmindful Of the agonizing shrieks
about him, for the frenzied brokers
were no longer crying their bids or
offers, but screaming them. He still
continued relentlessly to hammer
Sugar, offering it in thousands and
tens of thousand lots.
Again and again the gavel fell, and
again and again an announcement of
failure was followed by blood-curdling
howls. When Sugar struck S0-not
$50, but plain 80-it seemed that the
last day OF stock speculation was at
hand. Announcements we're being
made every few minutes of the failure
of this bank, the closing of the doors
OF that trust company. Where would
II end? What power could stop this
Niagara of molten dollars? Suddenly
above the tumult rose Bob Brownley's
voice. He must have been standing
on his tiptoes. His hands were raised
aloft. He seemed to tower a head
above the mob. His voice was still
clear and unimpaired by the terrible
strain Of the past two hours. To that
mob 1t must have sounded like the
trumpet OF the delivering angel. 80
for any part of $4,000 Sugar" Instant
ly Sugar was hurled at him from all
sides of the crowd. He was the only
buyer Of the moment who had appear
ed since Sugar broke 125. Barry Con-
ant and his lieutenants had disappear
ed like snowhakes at the opening OF
the door Of the hrebox of a locomo-
tive speeding through the storm. In
few seconds Bob had been sold all
the $4,000 he had bid for. Again his
voice rang out: go for $4,000" The
sellers momentarily halted. He got
only few thousand OF his 20. "S5 for
$4,000" A few thousand more. go for
$4,000" Still fewer thousands. His
bidding was beginning to tell on the
mob. A cry ran through the room
into the crowds around the poles:
BROMLEY has turned!"-and taking
renewed courage at the report, the
bulls rallied their forces and began
to bid for the different stocks, which
q moment before it had seemed that
no one wanted at any price.
In q chip of a minute the whole
scene changed; there was almost as
wild a panic on the up side as there
had been on the down. Bob BROMLEY
continued buying Sugar until he had
pushed 1t above $50. He then went
abount tallying up his trades. At the
end OF ten minutes calculation he re-
turned to the center and bought H.
600 shares more; coming out, his eye
caught mine.
Jim, have you been here longG"
AN eternity. l was here at the
opening and pray God never to put
me through another two hours like
the past two. 1t seems a hideous
dream, a nightmare. Bob, in the
name OF God, what have you been
doing"
He gave me a wild, awful look Of
exultation. Sublime triumph shone
in those blazing brown orbs, triumph
such as had never seen in the eyes
of man.
Jim Randolph, 1 have been giving
Wall street and it's hell system dose
OF its own poison, good full-measure
dose. They planned by harvesting a
fresh crop of human hearts and souls
on the bull side to siVe Friday the
18th a new meaning. Tradition says
Friday the 18th is Bear Saints day.
believe in maintaining Old tEadi.
lions, so have harvested their hearts
instead. l will tell you about it some
time, Jim. but now l must see Beulah
Sands. Jim Randolph, I've saved her
and her father. I've made them a
round three millions and a strong
seven millions for myself"
He almost yelled it as he rushed
away and left me dazed, stupehed. A
moment, and l came to. Something
urged me to follow him