Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-04-12
CHAPTER I.

and quick" Brownley was our junior
partner and floor man. He talked with
a rush. Stock exchange floor men In
panics never let their speech hobble.
Mr.. Randolph, it's sizzling over here,
and it's getting hotter every second.
It's Bob-that is evident to all. II ne
keeps up this pace for twenty 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." I asked. Have you
seen him."
Yes, have just come from his Of
flee, and glad l was to get out. He's
on the war-path, Mr.. Randolph-ug-
.lier than I ever saw him. The last
time he broke loose was child's play
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word this morning that she saw last
night the spell was coming. He had
been up to see her and sisters, an
mother thought from his tone he was
about to disappear again. When she
told me the mood, and remembered
the day, l was afraid he might seek
his vent here Also heard Of his be-
ing about town till long after mid
night The minute opened his office
door he flew at me like a panther.
rounds for an order. as they were run
ming off right smart, and 1 didn't
know but he might like to pick up
some bargains. Bargains he roared,
don't you know the day? Don't you
know 1t is Friday, the 18th? Go back
to that hell-pit and sell. SELL Sell
what and how much? I asked. Any
thing, everything. 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 buy
ing for the last three months!' Going
out l met Jim Holiday and Frank
Swan rushing 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 I thought 1t safer to
call you before started to sell. Mr..
Randolph, they cannot take much
more Of anything in here, and II be-
gin to throw stocks over 1t will bring
the gavel inside Of ten minutes, and
that will be to announce q dozen
failures. It's yet 20 minutes to l, and
God only knows what will happen be-
fore 8. It's up to you, Mr.. Randolph,
to do something, and unless I am on a
bad slant, you haven't many minutes
to lose"
1t was then I dropped the receiver
with 81 thought as much!" AS 1 had
been lingering the tape. watching five
and ten millions crumbling from price
values every few minutes, 1 was sure
this was the work Of Bob Brownley.
No one else in Wall street had the
power, the nerve, and the devilish
cruelty to rip things as they had been
ripped during the last 20 minutes. The
night before I had passed Bob in the
theater lobby. l gave him close soru-
tiny and saw the look Of 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 had my wife with me
IL was impossible to follow him, but
when l 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. / tried
again in the morning without success,
but when just before noon the tape
began to jump and flash and snarl, l
remembered Bob's ugly mood. and all
1t portended.
Fred Brownley was Bob's youngest
brother, twelve years his Junior. He
had been with Randolph & Randolph
from the day he left college, and for
over a year had been our most trust
ed 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
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 periods
a jungle peopled with savage animals
and reptiles to hunt and fight and tear
and kill,
1t is hardly necessary for me TO ex-
plain who Randolph Randolph are
For more than 81 years the name has
spoken for itself in every part Of the
world where dollar making machines
are installed No railroad is financed
no great industrial" projected, with
out by force of habit, hat-in- handing
a by-your-leave Of Randolph & Ran
dolph. and every nation when entering
the market for loans. knows that the
favor of the foremost American bank
ers is something which must be reck-
oned with. l pride myself that at AZ
at the end of ten years have had the
helm of Randolph & Randolph, l have
done nothing to mar the great name
my father and uncle created, bu
something to add to its sterling repu'
tation for honest dealings, fearless, ole
fashioned methods, and all-round in
tegrity Bradstreets and other mer'
camille agencies say in reporting Ran
dolph & Randolph: Worth fifty mil