Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-05-15


you wear blue glasses to look. at
them"
/. "You certainly do know your busi-
ness, son." said Uncle Peter, fervently.
You certainly got your pas head on
you. You remind me more and more
OF Dan1 J. Bines every. day. I'd rath-
er trust your judgment now than lots
OF older men down there. You know
| their tricks all right. Get in good
and hard so long as you got a sure
thing. I'd hate to have you come
| meachin' around after that stock has
kited, and be kickin' because you
hadn't bet what your hand was worth"
Trust me for that, Uncle Peter.
GARNER tried to steer me of this line
of stocks the other night. He'd heard
these rumors about slump, and he's
so years old at that. I thanked him
for his tip and coppered it with an
| other 1000 shares all around next day.
The way GARNER can tell when you're
playing a busted flush makes you
| nervous; but haven't looked over his
license to know everything down in
| the street yet"
The moral gain to Percival from his
new devotion to the stock market was
commented upon approvingly both by
Uncle Peter and by his mother. It
was quite as tangible as his money
profits promised to be. He ceased to
frequent the temple of chance in
Forty-fourth street, to the proprietor's
genuine regret. The poker games at
the hotel he abandoned as being triv-
ial. And the cabmen along upper
Broadway had seldom now the oppor-
tunity to compete for his early morn
ing patronage. He began to keep
early hours and to do less casual
drinking during the day. After three
weeks of this comparatively regular
living his mother rejoiced to note
signs that his breakfast appetite was
returning.
you see,' he explained earnestly to
Uncle Peter, "a man to make anything
at this game mus. keep his head clear,
and he must have good health to do
that. l meet a lot of those fellows
down there that queer themselves
by drink. 1t doesn't do so much hurt
when a man isn't needing his brains
but no more of it for me just now!"
That's right, son. I knew l could
make something more than a polite
sosh out of you. l knew you'd pull up
if you got into business like you been
doin'.''
Come downtown with me this aft
ernoon and see me make a play, Uncle
Peter. think I'll begin now to buy
on a margin. The rise can't hold of
much longer"
I'D like to: son, but I'd laid out to
take walk up to the park this after
noon and look in at the monkeys
awhile. I need the outdoors. and any,
way you don't need me down there.
You know your part all right. My!
but I'd begin to feel nervous with all
that money up, if it was anybody but
you, now"
In pursuance of his pronounced plan,
Uncle Peter walked up Fifth avenue
that afternoon. But he stopped short
OF the park. At the imposing en-
trance of the Arlingham he turned in,
At the desk he asked for Mrs. Wybert.
'Ill see if Mrs. Wybert is in," said
the clerk, handing him a blank card:
your name, please"
The old man wrote: "Mr. Peter
Bines, OF Montana City, would like a
few minutes talk with Mrs. Wybert."
The boy was gone so long that
Uncle Peter, waiting, began to sus-
pect he would not be received He re-
turned at length with the message:
The lady says will you please step
upstairs"
Going up in the elevator, the old
man was ushered by a maid into a
vfolet-scented little nest whose pale
green walls were touched discreetly
with hangings of heliotrope. An art
list, in Uncle Peters place, might have
fancied that the color scheme of the
apartment cried out for a bit of
warmth. A glowing, warm-haired
woman was needed to set the walls
afire; and the need was met when Mrs.
Wybert entered.
She wore a long coat of seal
trimmed with chinchilla, and had
been, apparently, about to go out.
Uncle Peter rose and bowed. Mrs.
Wybert nodded rather uncertainty.
"You wished to see me, Mr.. Bines ?"
Il did want to have a little talk
with you, Mrs. Wybert, but you're
so1n' out, and I won't keep you.
know how pressed you New York So
ciety ladies are with your engage
ments.'
Mrs. Wybert had seemed to be pug
zled. She was still puzzled, but I'M
mistakably pleased. The old man was
looking at her with frank and friendly
apology for his intrusion. Plainly she
had nothing to fear from him. She
became gracious.
1T was only little shopping tour,
Mr.. Bines, that and call at the hos.
pital, where they have one of my
maids who slipped ON the avenue yes:
terday and fractured one of her-er-
limbs Do sit down"
Mrs. Wybert said limb" for leg
with the rather conscious air Of escap-
Ing from an awkward situation only
by the sublest flnesse.
T She seated herself before a green
and heliotrope background that in.
stantly took warmth from her color.
Uncle Petersstill hesitated. =
you see, I wanted kind of a. long
chat with you, Mrs. Wybert-a friend