The Nevada County picayune. (Prescott, Ark.) 190?-current, 1907-12-12
CHAPTER Vll.-Continued,

Bob BrOWniey threw hlMSeH INTO
sine Union Pacific crowd first giving
IN order to group of his brokers',
VINO jumped for a number Of other
POLES. Almost instantly the panic
was stayed and stocks were bounding
upward two to five points at leap.
Bob continued buying Union Pacific
and his brokers other stocks in un-
limited quantities. Nothing like such
a quick turn of the market had been
seen before His power to absorb
stocks seemed to be boundless. 1t
was estimated that personally and
through his brokers he bought over
million shares before he joined me
and left the Exchange.
I looked at him in wonderment
Bob, | cannot understand you"
said at last as we turned out of Broad
street into Wall at seems as if you
work with magic Everything you
touch turns to gold
He wheeled on me- Yes, Jim you
are right. Gold, heartless, soulless
gold But what is the dross good for?
What is it good for to me? To-day
I suppose | have made the biggest
one -man killing in the history of the
Street | must be an easy twenty
Eve millions richer in gold than ! was
this morning, and | had enough then
to dam the East river and a good
section of the North But tell me-
Jim, tell me. what can it buy in this
world that | have not got? | had
health and happiness, perfect health.
pure happiness, when | did not have
a thousand all told. Now | have fifty
millions. and l know how to get fifty
or five hundred and fifty more any
time | care to take them, and | have
only physical and mental hell. No
beggar in all the world is SO poor in
happiness as |. Tell me, tell me, Jim,
in the name OF God, If there is one
for already the game of GOLD is rob
bling me of my faith in GOd-where
can | buy little just little happi-
ness with all this cursed yellow dirt
What will 1t get me in the next world.
Jim Randolph, what Will it get me?
Il had died when | VAS poor. | think
you will agree with me that, if there
even chance of getting there Now
on a day like to-day, when You see
che results of my work the results of
my handling of unlimited gold. YOU
must agree that if | We're taken off
I should stand more than an even
show of landing In he'll where the sui
phur is thickest and the flames are
hottest"
We We're at the entrance of Ran
iolph y Randolph's Office as he pour
ID out this terrible torrent of bitter
ness lie glared at ME as Dungeon
prisoner might glare at his keeper for
his answer TO where can 1 find liber-
~" | had no words to answer HIM.
as l noted the awful changes In every
Inc of his face the rigid hardness
fhe haunted nervous look OF despera-
ton. which seemed a torerunner of
madness, | could not see. either,
where his millions brought any hap
piness His hair. which once was
smooth and orderly. hung over his
forehead in an impaired mass OF tan
gled curls, and here and there show
I'D of white Bob Brownley was still
handsome even more fascinating than
before the mercury entered his soul
but it was that Wild, awful beauty OF
the Gagged lion loshing himself into
madness with memories of his lost
freedom.
Jim" he went on. when he saw
could not answer, 4 guess You don't
know whore | can swap the yellow
mud for balm Of Gilead | won't both.
er you with my troubles any longer.
J will go uptown and See the little
girl whose happiness Tom Reinhart
needed IN his business. will go up
and show her the pictures in this
weeks Golfers OF he fine hospital
for incurables that Reinhart has So
generously and nobly built at a cost
Of two and a half millions The lit
tie girl may think better of Reinhart
when she knows that her fathers
money was put to such good use. Who
knows but the great finance king may
dedicate II as the Judge Lee Sands
Home and carve over the entrance
a bas-relef of her father, mother. and
sistrr with Hope. Faith, and Charity
coming from the mouths of their
hanging severed heads?"
Bob BROMLEY laughed a horrible
ringing laugh as he uttered these aw
full words. Then he beat his hand
down on my shoulders as he said in a
hoarse voice, Jim, but for you
should have had crimps in that jacka
philanthropists soul by now and il
the souls of his kind But never
mind. He win keep; he will surely