The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-07-13
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A Novel by
THOMAS ". LAWSON
Author Of
"Frenzied Finance"
Copyright 1869, oosbisdAy. Page & Co.,
Chapter I.
Author Of
"Frenzied Finance"

The sound of my voice as I drop
ped the receiver seemed to part the
mists of five years and usher me into
the world of Then as though it had
never passed on
| had been sitting in my Office, let.
ting the tape slide through my fingers
while its every yard spelled panic
in constantly rising voice, when
they told me that BROMLEY on the
floor of the exchange wanted me at
the phone, and quick" Brownley was
CUR Junior partner and floor man. He
talked with a rush. Stock exchange
floor men In panics never let their
speech hobhle.
Mr.. Randolph, it's sizzling over
here, and it's getting hotter every Sec
ond. It's Bob-that is evident to all
II he keeps up this pace for 20 min
utes longer, the sulphur will overflow
the street and get into the banks and
into the country, and no man can
tell how much territory will be burned
over by tomorrow. The boys have
begged me to ask you to throw your
self into the breach and stay him.
They agree you are the only hope
now"
Are you sure, Fred. that this is
Bob's work." / asked. "Have you
seen him?"
Yes, have just come from his
office, and glad l was to get out
He's on the war-path, Mr.. Randolph
uglier than l ever saw him. The last
time he broke loose was child's play
to his mood to-day. Mother sent me
word this morning that she saw last
night the spell was coming. He had
been up to see her and sisters, and
mother thought from his tone he
was about to disappear again. When
she told me of his mood, and | re-
membered the day, l was afraid he
might seek his vent here. Also
heard of his being about town till
long after midnight. The minute
opened his Office door he flew at me
like q panther. I told him had only
dropped in on my rounds for an or
der, as they were running off right
smart, and didn't know but he might
like to pick up some bargains Bar
gains! he roared, don't you know the
day? Don't you know it is Friday.
the 18th? Go back to that hell-pit
and sell, SELL Sell what and how
much? | asked. Anything, every
thing. Give the thieves every share
they will take and when they won't
take any more, ram as much again
down their crops until they spit up
all they have been buying for the
last three months!' Going out l met
Jim Holiday and Frank Swan rush.
ing in. They are evidently executing
Bob's orders, and have been pouring
Anti-People's out for an hour. They
will be on the floor again in a few
minutes, so l thought it safer to
call you before ! started to sell. Mr.
Randolph, they cannot take much
more of anything in here, and if
begin to throw stocks over, it will
bring the gavel inside of ten minutes,
and that will be to announce a dozen
failures. It's yet 20 minutes to one,
and God only knows what will hap
pen before three. It's up to you, Mr..
Randolph, to do something, and un.
less am on bad slant, you haven't
many minutes to lose'
1t was then l dropped the receiver
with 81 thought as much," AS I
had been lingering the tape, watching
five and ten millions cumbling from
price values every few minutes, l was
sure this was the work of Bob Brown.
ley. No one else in Wall street had
the power, the nerve, and the devil.
ish cruelty to rip things as they had
been ripped during the last 20 min
utes. The night before | had pass
ed Bob in the theater lobby. l gave
him close scrutiny and saw the look
or which / of all men best knew
the meaning. The big brown eyes
We're set on space; the outer corners
OF the handsome mouth were drawn
hard and tense as though weighted.
AS l had my wife with me it was
impossible to follow him, but when
! got home | called up his house and
his clubs, intending to ask him to run
up and smoke a cigar with me, but
could locate him nowhere. 1 tried
again in the morning without success,
but when just before noon the tape
began to jump and flash and snarl, /
remembered Bobs ugly mood, and all
it portended.
Fred BROMLEY was Bob's youngest
brother, IL years his junior. He had
been with Randolph & Randolph from
the day he left college, and for over
q year had been our most trusted
stock exchange man. Bob Brown
ley, when himself, was as fond of his
"baby brother" as he called him, as
his beautiful southern mother was of
both; but when the devil had posses
sion of Bob-and his option during the
past five years had been exercised
many a time-mother and brother had
to take their place with all the rest
OF the world, for then Bob knew no
kindred, no friends. All the wide
world was to him during those Pc
RODS a jungle peopled with savage
animals and reptiles to hurt and fight
and tear and kill
1t is hardly necessary for me to
ex, ain who Randolph & Randolph are.
For more than 60 years the name has
spoken for itself in every part of
NE world where embarrassing ma
'es tailed M railroad Is
great Industrial" pro