The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1906-1908, 1908-07-11
Continued from nape 2


let's hear about her new frisnds,-
Babs?" ''
only Snow Percy, WEAKLY. He's
1h9'r SON. l met him at a Juvenile
party; but got my maid to look them
up In Who's Who" and it SAYS
they're an old Jacobite family. There
Is somehn' curious about their noses.
And old Mr.. Beitstein takes hours 10
tel you anynng-eVen wiz all the hs
left out"
But where do they liver demands
Mrs. Fame.
In a place called Bayswater-
where the buses come from" explains
Bahs.
Was il at the party that Mr.. Percy
became confidential about Mexicans -
asks the admiral.
Baos allows her diEinutive shout
ders slightly contemptuous shruG.
res. she admits. When a boy is
epWis wiz you he always tells you his
pwivate affairs"
Mrs. Fame deems 1t essential TO lift
ner eyebrows consciously.
1t was private. them" ponders the
earl
"Ravher, daddy! He said the only
over person besides me who knew a
word about * was the head rabbit"
There Is pause while they revolVe
her meaning.
Chief Rabbi" exclaims Mr.. Hands.
with sudden inspiration. TT must be
something very exceptional, or Belt
stein wouldn't-would you mind tell.
ing US exactly what he said, my
dear?''
Before Babs answers she opens the
little jeweled bag that hangs on her
wrist and exhibits banknote.
You'll put this on for me?" she
asks. IT'S some of my 'Sarewitch'
winnIn's."
That's all right, Babs." promises
the admiral
Well, proceeds Babs, while the
three men hang on her words, me
said he'd heard his faVer say that
Mexicans were goin' to soar to heaven
when the dividend came out, and that
If could pick up few seconds prefs.
in the street next Friday before free
o'clock | should go home feelin' IS
carat. And wasn't to bweave a word
to anyone"
What a little horror the boy must
bel" deprecates Mrs. Fame.
Ute is" allows Babs; but it's u
sot' arg ell the same"
"Fr.day-three o'clock" muses. Mr..
Hands. looking at his watch IF we
only can"
Spoil the Egyptians" augments
the earl grimly.
There is a short consultation be-
tween the three men and then Mr..
Hands hurries out.
Five minutes later he returns,
rather out of breath, and announces
that he has got 1000 second prefer
ence at 61A-five each for the earl
and the admiral. and the odd thousand
for Babs.
It's like racin', only not so excit-
in" observes Babs as she turns once
more to the tape.
As she speaks, the machine, which
has been silent for half a minute, re-
commences ticking The men come
and stand over her, watching it, A
good yard and a half of ribbon slowly
exudes in spasmodic jerks, giving the
prices of various stocks and shares.
The Office clock points to FIVE minutes
past three and Mr.. Hands, watching it,
grows anxious.
Here they comet" cries Babs, as
the words MEX LIST appear, followed
by the price, and then End is dis
closed with the quotation 61-1a Mr..
Hands seize the ribbon and reads OF
the figures that are now coming as
fast as the operator at the other end
can send them.
Two to a half-three-three and a
quarter-four!" He ignores the first
preference stock. -Four and a half
FIVE! Dividend three and three-quar-
tiers per cent! Well, never!"
That's good enough" cries the
earl. beIIeF close. In6y ii De up an
other point by the time you get to the
house!"
once more Mr.. Hands hurries out
this time, in his excitement. forgetting
his .. Babs climbs down from her
stool
IT'S all over bar the shoutin'," she
remarks calmly. How much have
we won. daddy?"
BY Jove, they've touched 66"
cries the admiral at the tape.
You'll rake in at least 60 for your
share, young woman" laughs the
earl.
Babs looks up with a smile at the
admiral Well, how do you like the
city shipmate?" she asks mischiev-
ously
81 think it's a laundering fine place
to come to-with You, Babs!" is his
prompt answer.
I'm so glad" she drawls. But /
fink the Beitsteins have good deal to
do wiz 1t. | shall have to leave cards
on them tomorrow, suppose"
''You NAV "a well leave mine too