Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-09

'You mean, or course A.
II mean that certain cable has
the entree to that conduit. that h, mas
handmade chart as to its wire disposition
and-weil, several other thingsr
triumph from her. As she remained silent,
"And I mustn't forget to tell you that
I've leased q little basement place not far
from Pine street. I'm going to do COM
mercial printing and that sort Of thing. I've
got q sign out and the power all ready,
only my presses are slow In coming!"
"And win be still further delayed. sup
poser"
eyes, I'm afraid they WILL"
Some mysterious touch of his excitement
woman, almost against her will. She was
as fuctuant, she told herself. as the alumni
mum needle Of a quadrant electrometer.
No. she was more like the helpless little
pith-ball Of an electroscope, she mentally
amended, ever dangling back and forth in
melancholy conflict Of repulsion and at
kin's- plot. point by point. she began to-.
realize the vast possibilities that confront
ed them, and, as ever before. to fall a vic
tim to the zest Of action. the vital sting OF
to lose sight of the care and minuteness
Of the continued artfulness and finish. so
teeming with it's secondary esthetic val
ues. with which he had reconnoitered his
ever-menacing territory and laid his mine.
And added to this. she saw, was the zest
Of stalking the stalker: it carried with 1T an
uncouth touch Of poetic justice.
AS often happened with her in moments
Of excitement. the expanded pupils of her
violet eyes crept over and all but blotted
out the iris. until out of the heavy shadows
that hung under her full brow. they glowed
| family, in certain lights, with an animal
like luminousness; Those eyes-they look
as though a halo had melted and run down
| into them!' Durkin had once cried, half
wonderingly, half playfully. as he turned
her face from shadow to light and back to
shadow again.
He had looked for some word of disap-
prevail from her, for he could remember
how often, with her continuous scruples,
! she had taken the razor-edge off his enthu-
| siasm, when he stood the brink of ad
venturing with something big and momen-
| tous. So he studied her face abstractedly,
his own alight with an eager and pre-
| daceously alert look which only his half
whimsical, half-boyish smile held above
the plane of sheer vulpine craftiness
'Why, this man Curry" he went on, still
/ grip on the market that he can simply jug
| gle with it. Before this boom you or I
| could buy g. bale of cotton on a dollar
margin. Today, most of the brokerage
houses insist on a four-dollar margin. some
| Of them demanding five. and it's said
| that a ten-dollar margin can still be looked
| for"
.'But STILL don't see how one man can
do this and keep it up" -
cts mostly all the natural outcome of
his own, individual, long-headed plot. Be-
| yOHu tIldt, IL ) d mere lHIeCtlOI, u Hldtllo,
an operation of mob law, the case of sheep
following a sheep Curry, all along, is cry
ing out that the demand has outgrown
the supply, and that the commercial world
has got to get used to the idea of twenty
cent cotton. In '96 it sold away down
around six cents, and ever since then mills
have been increasing their spndles-in
ten years. Curry's papers claim the mills
have added more than seventeen million
spindles to swell this tremendous cry for
cotton. That's his argument. to tide him
alon~ until he kicks the post out, and the
drop comes. Then, of course, he and the
rest of his bull pool have been buying, buy
ing, buying. always openly and magnifl-
Gently, yet all the while, selling quietly and
secretly"
! And they call this legitimate business?
she demanded, with the familiar tinge of
scorn in her voice.
Eyes, they call it high finance But it's
about as legitimate on the whole. as
the pea and thmble game used to
watch up at the county fairs in Canada.
| In other words, Frank, when we carry
on our particular line of business clearly
and decently, we are hanged sight more
honest than these exchange manipulatorS. -
But not recognized!' she cut in, for she
knew that with this JUNCTION of comparison
he was salving a still tender conscience.
That's because we are such small fry. "
he went on, heatedly. But, by heavens,
when We get this thing going, I guess we'll
| rather count little!'
"And what is to keep us from getting 1t
going?"
He wheeled on her suddenly.
lone thing, and one hard thing!'
"Well?'
within twenty-four hours we have got to
have $10OOO!'
(To be Continued Tomorrow