Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1907-04-30

DENY 6urst from its clamps and Barry
Conant was the fiend his Wall street
reputation pictured him. His five feet
five inches seemed to loom to the
height of a giant. His arms, with
their fate-pointing fingers, rose and
fell with bewildering rapidity as his
piercing voice rang outs 900 at 60,
6S, 65," 10000 at g." $4,000 at co."
Pandemonium reigned. Every man in
the crowd seemed to have the capital
stock of the Sugar trust to sell, and
at any price. A score seemed to be
bent on selling as low as possible in
stead of for as much as they could get.
These. were the shorts who had been
punished the day before by Bobs up
lift.
Poor Bob. he was forgotten! An in
slant after he made his last effort he
was the dead cock in the pit Frenzied
gamblers of the stock exchange have
no more use for the dead cocks than
have Mexicans for the real birds when
they get the fatal GAIT The day after
the contest, or even that same night at
Delmonico's and the clubs, these men
would moan for poor Bob; Barry Con-
ants moan would be the loudest of
them ALL and, what is more, it would
be sincere. But on battle day away
to the dump with the fallen bird, the
bird that could not win saw look
of deep, terrible agony spread over
Bob's face; and then in flash he was
the Bob BROMLEY who | always boast
ed had the courage and the brain to
do the right thing in all circumstances.
To the establishment of every man in
the crowd he let loose one wild yell,
cross between the war-whoop of an
Indian and the bay of a deeplunged
hound regaining lost scent. Then he
began to throw over Sugar stock.
right and left, in big and little
amounts. He slaughtered the price,
underwriting Barry Conant's every Of
fer and filling every bid. For 20 min
utes he was a mailman, then he
stopped. Sugar was falling rapidly to
the price it finally reached, 90, and
the panic was in full swing, but panics
seemed now to have no interest for
Bob, He pushed his way through the
crowd and, joining me, said: Jim, !
forgive me. l have dragged you into |
an enormous loss, have ruined Beulah |
Sands, her father and myself. l think |
at the last moment l did the only |
thing possible. / threw over the 150- |
900 shares and so cut off some of our
loss. Let us go to the Office and see
where we stand" He was strangely, |
calm after that heart-crush-
ing, nervetearing day. l tried to tell |
him how l admired his cool nerve and
pluck in about facing and doing tbs
only thing there was left to do; to tell
him that required more real courage
and observation-disclosures than all the rest
of the days doings; but he stopped
me:
Jim, don't talk to me. My concelt
is gone. have learned my lesson to.
day. My plans we're all right, and
sound, but poor fool that l was, | did l
not take into consideration the loaded
dice of the master thieves. | knew
what they could do, have seen them
scores Of times, as you have, at their
seen them crush out the
hearts of other men just as good as
you or /; seen them take them out and
skin and quarter-slice them, unmind-
ful of the agony of those who were
dear to and dependent on their own.
ers, but 1t never seemed to strike me
home. 1t was not my heart, and some
now. looked at it as a part of the
game and let it go at that. To-day I
know what 1t means to be put on the
,hopping block of the System butch.
srs. know what II is to see my heart
Ind the heart Of one love--and yours.
90, Systematically skewered to
hose OF the hundreds and thousands
If victims who have gone before. Jim.
We must be three millions losers. and
he men who have our money have so
many. many millions that they can't