The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-08-24

nghtlins-like rapidity set of finger
signals to his lieutenants. Then he
squared himself for the encounter.
"25 for $1,000" Cold, cold as the voice
of condemning judge rang Bob's
"Sold." "25 for 5000" Sold" "25
for 5000" Sold Their eyes were
fixed upon each other, in Barry's de-
faint glare, in Bob's mingled pity and
contempt. The rest of the brokers
hushed their own bids and offers un-
til it could have truthfully been said
that the floor of the stock exchange
was quiet, an almost unheard-of thing
in like circumstances. Again Barry
Conant's voice, "25 for 5000" Sold"
"25 for $1,000" Sold" Barry Conant
had met his master. Whether 1t was
that for the first time in all his won
derful career he realized that the
system was to meet its Nemesis,
or what the cause, none could tell
perhaps not even Barry Conant him
self, but some emotion caused his
olive face for an instant to turn pale,
and give his voice tell-tale CULVER.
Once more pealed forth "25 for $1,000"
That Bob saw the pallor, that he
caught the CULVER, was evident to all,
for the instant his sold rang out, he
followed it with 5000 at "a, 20, %,
90" Neither Barry Conant nor any
of his lieutenants got in a take it;
although whether they wanted to or
not was an open question until Bob
allowed his voice to dwell just like a
pendulum swing of time on the 20.
1t was as if he were tantalizing them
into sticking by their guns. By the
time he paused, Barry Conant's nerve
was back, for his piercing Take it,
had linked to it "20 for any part of
$4,000" The bid was yet on his lips
when Bob's deep voice rang out
"Sold." Any part of $4,000 at 10, 10,
10, TO-" He'll was now loose. Back
and forth, up against the rail, around
the room and back and around again,
the crowd surged for Is of the widest,
craziest minutes in the history of the
New York stock exchange, history
replete with records of wild and crazy
scenes.
| At last from sheer exhaustion there
came a ten minutes lull, which was
used in comparing trades. At the be
ginning of the respite Sugar was sell
ing at 1856, for in that quarter hour OF
madness it had broken from 210 to
1855, but when the ten minutes had
elapsed, the stock had worked back
to 1877 Barry Conant had again taken
the center of the crowd, after hastily
scanning the brief notes handed him
by messenger-boys and giving orders
to his lieutenants. He had evidently
received requirements in the form
of renewed orders from his principals
Many of the faces that fringed the
inner circle of that crowd were fright
full to look upon, some white as
though just lifted from hospital pill
lows, others red to the verge of apo
plexy-all strained as though await
ing the coming of the jury with a
life or death verdict They all knew
that Bob had sold more than a hun
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which the profits must be more than
| $4,000,000. Would he resume selling
or was he through? Was it short
stock, which must be bought back, or
long stock; and if long, whose stock?
Were the insiders selling out on one
another, or were they all selling to-
gether, and under cover of Barry Con
ants movements were Camemeye1
and Standard Oil' emptying their
bag preparatory to the slaughter OF
the Washington contingent? All these
questions were rushing through the
heads of that crowd of brokers like
steam through boiler, now hot, now
cold, but always at high pressure, for
upon the correctness of the answer de.
pended the fortune of many who
breathlessly awaited the renewal or
the suspension of the contest Even
Barry Conant's usually impressive face
wore tinge of anxiety.
Indeed, Bob was the only one in
the center of that throng that showed
no sign of what was going on behind
it. The same cynical smile that had
been there since the opening still
played around the corners of his
mouth as he squared himself in
front of his opponent. All knew now
that he was not through. Barry Con
ant had evidently decided to force the