The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-04-12

agure. occupying the very center Of
that horde Of gamblers who were only
awaiting the ringing clang OF the gong
to hurl themselves like madmen at
each other, was the hysterical man
who the night before was wildly pray
Ing for this moment. Nearly every
man In that crowd was calm, but Bob
Brownley was the calinest OF them all.
lt's the exchange code that at any cost
OF heart or nerve.tear q man must re-
tain good form until the gong strikes.
Then, that he must be as near the un-
Gagged tiger as human mind and body
can be made, Only realized what
volcano ragged inside my chum's bosom.
II any other man Of the crowd had
known. Bob's chances Of success would
have been on par with Canadian
canoeist shortcutting Niagara for Buf.
falo. Nine-tenths Of the stock ex-
change game is not letting your left
brain lobe know what race your right
10 In until the winning numbers and
the slso.rana are on the board. Ii one
Of those 800 chain.lightning thinkers
Or any Of their 10000 alert associates
knew In advance the intentions Of a
fellow broker, the word would sweep
through that crowd with the sureness
Of uncOrked ether, and the other 299.
at gong strike, would be at each 9th
ers' throats for his vitals, and before
he knew the game had started would
have his bones picked to a vulture-
finish cleanness.
Suddenly. as watched the scene.
there rang through the great hall the
first sharp stroke OF the gong. There
were no echoes heard that morning
The metallic voice was yet shaping Its
command to "at 'em, you fiends" when
from 800 throats burst the wild sound
Of the stock exchange yell. No other
sound In any of the open or hidden
places Of all nature duplicates the
yell of q great stock exchange at an
exciting opening. 1t not only fills and
refills space, for the volume Is terrific.
but It has an individuality all its own,
looming from the incisive "take-mine-
ITve-g0t yours" from the aggressive.
almost arrogant "you-can' 't-yOu.won't
have-your.way" the confident "by.
feavehI-will" individual notes that en-.
ter into the whole, as they blend with
the shfill scream of triumph and the
,dle1way note Of disappointment, when
& the n0or men realize their success or
their failure. i picked Bob's magnifi.
Gently resonant voice from the mass
40 for any part OF 10000 Sugar" 1t
was this daring bid that struck terror
to the bears and filled the bulls with
frenzy Of encouragement. Again It
rang out--"45 forfany part of 25,0OO;"
and third time-"50 for any part of
$4,000"
Tie great crowd was surging all
over the room. Hats were smashed
and coats were being stripped from
their owners backs as though made OF
paper, and now and then a particular.
ly frantic buyer or seller would be
borne to the floor by the impetus of
those who sought to I'LL his bid or grab
his offer. Through all the wild whirl,
straight and erect and commanding
was the form of Bob, his face cold and
,expressionless as an iceberg. In five
minutes the human mass had worked
back to the Sugar pole and there was
the Inevitable lull while les members
l~verifed." 4go ~
could see by the few entries Bob
Mas making on his pad that he had
been compelled to buy but little. This
meant that his campaign was working
smoothly, that he was driving the mar
ket UP by merely bidding, and that he
had the greater part of my $4,000 yet
unbought. which In turn meant he
could continue to push up the price.
Or In the event of his opponents at
tempting to run 1t down, he would be
under the market with big supporting
orders. i< ff4-f
Suddenly the lull was broken. Bob's
VOICE rang out again--"153 for any
part OF 10000 Sugar" Again the gam
blers closed in and for another five
minutes the opening scene was dupli-
GATED, with only shade less fierce
nessl After ten minutes mad trading
q mighty burst of sound told that
Sugar was 100 bid. Then Bob worked
his way out OF the crowd. and passing
by me fairly Kissed, by heaven, Jim,
Eve got them cinched!"
went back to the office. In a few
minutes Bob without word strode
through my Office and into the little
room occupied by Beulah Sands. He
closed the door behind him. thing
that he had never done before. It was
Only d minute till he opened 1t and
'tsiied To rhe:IIp iiiis eyes was a strange
l6ok, Edook chat came from the blend
iRg off, two mighty passions. one joy,
the bther could not make out, unless
Il wasthat soft one. which suppressed
love. emerging from terrible uncer-
tRinty, generates in deep natures and
which urually Gnds vent In tears.
Beulah Sands was a study. Her heart
VAS evidently swayinE and tugging
With the nevs Bob had brought her.
she must have seen the nearness Of
release from the torture that had been
fIlling her soul during the past three
months. and yet such was the remark
Able self-control Of the woman, such
htf nNble courage, that she refused to
fA0W snysoutwArd sign Of her feelings.
10 yao the reserved, dignifled girl