Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-12-11
CHAPTER ix.-Continued,

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CHAPTER ix.-Continued.
Men of Wall street, it is impossible
to prevent the repetition of those acts
by which in five years have accumu-
lated billion dollars, impossible so
long as short sale or a repurchase
and resale, is allowed. When short
sales, and repurchases and resales, are
made impossible, stock speculation will
be dead. When stock speculation is
dead, the people can no longer be
robbed by the System In leaving
you, the exchange, and Safeguarding
forever, as shall when I leave this
platform, will say from the depth of
heart that has been broken, from the
profoundly of soul that has been
withered by the Systems poison, with
full sense of my responsibility to my
fellow-man and to my God, that I ad-
wise every one of you to do what
have done and to do it quickly, before
the doing of it by others shall have
made it impossible, before the doing
of it by others shall have blown up the
whole Safeguarding structure. In
accepting my advice you can quiet
your conscience, those of you who
have any, with this argument: If
start, l am sure of success If l sue
coed, no one will be the wiser. The
millions l secure l will take from men
who took them from others, and who
would take mine. The more I and
others take, the sooner will come the
day when the Safeguarding struc-
ture will fall
1.-THE day on which the stock-gam-
bling structure falls is the day for
which all honest men and women
should pray"
Bob BROMLEY paused and let his
eyes sweep his dumfounded audience.
There was not a murmur The crowd
was speeches..
Again his eyes swept the room.
Then he slowly raised his right hand
with fist clenched, as though about to
deal blow
Men of Wall street"-his voice was
now deep and solemn-"to show that
Robert BROMLEY knew what was fit.
ting for the last day of his career, he
has revealed to you the trick-and
more.
Many Of you are desperate. Many
OF you by tomorrow will be ruined.
The time of all times for such to put
my trick in practice is now The vic.
tim of victims is ready for the expert
ment. l am he. I have a billion dol
lars. With this billion dollars l am
able to buy 100000 shares of the
leading stocks and to pay for them,
even though after 1 have bought they
fall hundred dollars a share. Here
Is your chance to prevent your ruin,
your chance to retrieve your fortune,
your chance to secure revenge upon
me, the one who has robbed you"
He paused only long enough for his
astounding advice to connect with his
listeners now keenly sensitive nerve
centers; then deep and clear rang out,
Barry Conant." The wiry form of
Bob's old antagonist leaped to the ros-
trum
Il authorize you to buy any part of
100000 shares of the leading stocks
at any price up to so points above the
present market. There is my check
book signed in blank, and I authorize
you to use it up to billion dollars,
and agree to have in bank tomorrow
sufficient funds to meet any checks
you draw. You have failed to-day for
seven millions, and, therefore, cannot
trade. but herewith announce that l
will Fay all the Indebtedness of Barry
Conant and his house. Therefore he
is now in good standing" Bob had
kept his eye on the great clock; as the
last word passed his lips, the presi-
dents gavel descended.
With mighty rush the gamblers
lcaped for the different poles. Barry
Conant with lightning rapidity gave
his orders to 20 of his assistants, who,
when Bob BROMLEY called for Conant,
had gathered around their chief. In
less than minute the dollar-battle
of the age was on, battle such as no
man had ever seen before. It required
no supernatural wisdom for any man
on the floor to see that Bob Brownleys
seed had fallen In superheated soil,
that his until now secret hellite was
about to be tested. 1t needed no ex-
pert in the mystic art of deciphering
the wall hieroglyphics of Old Hag Fate
to see that the hands on the clock of
the System" were approaching II: It
needed no ear trained to hear human
heart and soul beats to detect the ap-
preaching sound of 0nrushing doom to
the stock gambling structure. The
deafening roar of the brokers that had
broken the stiffness following Robert
Brownley's fateful speech had awak-
ened echoes that threatened to shake
down the exchange walls. The surg
ing mob on the outside was roaring
like million hungry lions in an Ar.
bestan run at slaughter time.
CHAPTER x.
The instant after the gong sounded
Bob BROMLEY was alone on the floor
at the foot of the presidents desk.
His form was swaying like a reed on
the edge of the cyclones path.
jumped to his side. His brother, who
had during. Bob's harangue been vain
ly endeavOring to beat his way
through the crowd, was there first
For Gods sake, Bob, hear me. Word
came from your house half an hour
ago of the miracle: Beulah' has awak-