Monroe City Democrat., 1907-08-29

TOOK pUssesslUn OF the Union PaclflcI
pole and in 80 minutes had precipitat-
ed a panic by his merciles5 selling.
Our house was heavily interested inl
the Pacifics, although not in connec-
ton with Reinhart and his crowd. AsI
soon as I got word that Bob was thel
cause Of the slaughter. | rushed overI
to the Exchange and working myI
way into the crowd, l begged a world
with him. He had broken both stochsI
over SO points a share and the PANEL
was raging through the room. HeI
glared at me, but finally followed mel
out into the lobby. At first he would
not heed my appeal, but finally heI
said, Jim, 1t is too bad to let up. II
had determined to rub this devilishI
institution of the map, but if it really
is a case Of injury to the house. it'sI
my opportunity to do something for
you who have done so much for me,
so here goes" He threw himself into
the Union Pacific crowd first giving
an order to a group of his brokers,
who jumped for number of other
poles. Almost instantly the panic
was stayed and stocks were bounding
upward two to five points at a leap.
Bob continued buying Union Pacific
and his brokers other stocks in m
limited quantities. Nothing like such
quick turn of the market had been
seen before. His power to absorb
stocks seemed to be boundless. I'll
was estimated that personally and
through his brokers he bought over =
million shares before he joined me
and left the Exchange.
looked at him in wonderment
Bob, cannot understand you," II
said at last as we turned out Of Broad
street into Wall. 'Tt 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
l suppose l have made the biggest
one-man killing in the history of the
Street / must be an easy twenty
five millions richer in gold than was
this morning, and L 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? l hzd|
health and happiness, perfect health,
pure happiness. when | did not have
thousand all told. Now / have 6fty
millions, and | know how to get fifty
or Eve hundred and fifty more any
time care to take them, and l have
only physical and mental hell. Ne
beggar in all the world is SO poor in
happiness as I. Tell me, tell me, Jim,
in the name of God, if there is ono,
for already the game of gold is rob
hing me of my faith in God-where
can buy little, just little happi-
ness with all this cursed yellow dirt?
What will it get roe ia the next world,
Jim Rapdolph. wkat will it get&S9e1
If / had died when I was poor, ink
you will agree with me that, if there
is a heaven, l should have stood an
even chance of getting there. Now
on a day like to-day, when you sec
the results of my work, the results Of
my handling of unlimited gold, you
must agree that If l were taken on
1 should stand more than an even
show of landing in he'll where the sui
phur is thickest and the flames arc
hottest"
We were at the entrance of Ran
dolph & Randolphfs Office as he pour
ed out this terrible torrent of bitter
ness. He glared at me as a Dungeon
prisoner might glare at his keeper for
his answer to "Where can find libeF-
tyr" had no words TO answer him
AS noted the awful changes in every
line Of his face, the rigid hardness,
the haunted, nervous look of desperz-
ton, which seemed a forerunner of
madness, I could not see, either.
where his millions brought any hap
piness. His hair, which once wan
smooth and orderly, hung over his
forehead in an impaired mass of tan
gled curls, and here and there show
ed Of white. Bob Brownley was sti1
handsome, even more fascinating than
before the mercury entered his soul,
but IL was that wild, awful beauty Of
the Gagged lion, lashing himself jnte
madness with memories of his host
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