Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1907-08-22
SYNOPSIS.

dolph had gone to college together and
entered the employ of Randolph's father
at the close of college days. Brownley
Is a VirGinian by birth. Beulah Sands,
daughter of an old Virginia house, calls
on Brownley and tells him her father
has been practically ruined by the stock
operations of Reinhart. She hopes to
utilize her own money in Wall street In
retrieving her father's fortunes before
his condition becomes known, and asks
for employment in the office that she may
have an opportunity to better understand
how her money 10 invested. She does not
want 1t used in q purely Wall street
gamble but in the buying and selling Of
legitimate securities, Brownley agrees to
help her. and falls in love with her.
CHAPTER II-Brownley plunEes In
sugar stock. He useG the money OF Miss
Sands, his own and In addition is backed
heavily by the Randolph millions. His
coup seems successful, and he tells Miss
Sands that she has cleared 81, 800 900. But
the market had not closed.
; CHAPTER lII-Barry Conant, head
broker for Standard Oil and sugar in
I terests, suddenly begins to sell sugar"
In the midst of a panic he breaks the
market and with its fall carries away
THE earnings and much of the capital OF
yboth Miss Sands and himself. A pretty
Hove scene occurs between the two at the
office when Bob attempts to tell her the
terrible truth of their fall. Brownley
takes q trip to Ving1nta-
! CHAPTER Iv-Beulah and Bob become
Engaged. Randolph wants to loan her
father the money TO meet his obligations.
She refuses. Bob figures on how to beat
Wall street at its own game. Sugar takes
another sensational squirt upward, but
'Brownley keeps out
CHAPTER v-The bulls" toss sugar
to record breaking point, and the street.
goes wild. Barry Conant, for the "sys-
tem," pushes prices up and up, and
wonderful cleanup rs promised when the
exchange closes, Thursday, November II.
Sugar opens higher Friday morning, No
vember 10. When the price had passed
all bounds Brownley steps into the pit and
begins to sell. He SELLS every share 1.-THE
systems" brokers will take, and pounds
the price down and down until failures
are of mcmentary occurrence, and the
system has lost millions. He has made
r~i&lions for Beulah Sands and her father.
overlook. DoD just OUTSIDE the or
fee. 1 did not speak to him, for I
realized that he was In no mood for
company. l dropped in behind, de-
termined that would not lose sight
lof him. 1t was almost one o'clock.
Wall street was at its meridian OF
frenzy, every one ON a wild rush. The
days doings had packed the always
crowded money lane. The newsboys
were shouting afternoon editions.
"TeTTfbfe panic in Wall street. One
man against millions. Robert Brown
ley broke the street Made twenty
imillions in an houE. Bank failed.
Wreck and ruin everywhere. Presi-
dent Snow of Aste1-ield National =
suicide" Bob gave no sign of hear
Ding. He strobe with a slow, measured
gait, his head erect, his eyes staring
sahead, man thinking, thinking, think
ing for his salvation, Many hurrying
men looked at him, some with an
expression of unutterable hatred, as
though they wanted to attack him.
Then again there were those who
rcalled him by name with a laugh Of
10y; and some turned to watch him
in curiosity. II was easy to pick the
wounded from those who shared in
Chis victory, and from those who knew
the frenzied finance buzz-saw only by
dts buzz Boz saw none. Where could
he be Going? He came to the head
of the street of coin and crime and
crossed Broadway His path was
blocked by the fence surrounding old
Trinity's churchyard. Grasping the
pickets in either hand he stared at
the crumbling headstones of those
guardsmen of MammUn who once
walked the earth and fought their
heart battles, as he was walking and
fighting, but who now knew no ten
o'clock, no three, who looked upon
the stock-gamblers and dollar-trailers
as they looked upon the worms that
honeycombed their headstones' bases.
What thoughts went through Bob
Brownley's mind only his Maker
knew. For minutes he stood motion
4ess, then he walked down Broadway.
He went into the Battery. The
benches were crowded with that Jet
sam and fotsam of humanity that
New York's mighty sewers throw in
armies upon her inland beaches at
every sunrise. Here a sodden brute
sleeping OF q prolonged debauch, there
"a lad whose frankness Of face and
homespun clothes and bewildered
eyes spelt from the farm and moth
er's watchfuI love" On another bench
an Italian woman who had \ half.doE
en- future dollar kings and social
queens about her, and whose clothes
told OF the immigrant ship just inte
port Bob BROMLEY apparently saw