Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-27


or it got me.
Chez! l near slid off the rattan seat when
reads that note. Guess / must have sat there,
starin' bug eyed and lookin batty, from 14th
to Wall. Do you know what that mush-head
of Piddie was at? He was givln an order to
bolster up Bitten by buyln up to hundred
thousand shares, and in the package was
bunch of gilt edged securities to cover the mar
gins.
Now wouldn't that jggle the grapes on SIS
ter's new lid? Piddie. narrow gage. dime
pinchin' ink Singer, dom the bull act like he
was a sooty plute from Pittsburgh! That S
what comes of swallowin' the get-rich-fast bug.
WELL. when l gets out at the Street didn't
w have any program planned. First |
strolls down to the number the letter and
takes look at the buildin'. That was enough.
There was some good names on the hall direc-
tory; but most of em was little, two-room, fly
by night firms with party phone for private
wire and mail order list bought off m patent
medicine concerns. The people Piddie was
dom business with was that kind.
Next l takes a walk around into Broad-st.,
where the mounted cops keep the big wind
bunch roped in SOS they can't break loose and
pinch the doorknobs off the subtreasury. The
ear muff brigade was lettin' themselves out IN
fine STYLE tradn' in Ground Hog bonds. Hobo
ken gas Moonshine preferred. and whole lot OF
other ten-cent shares. earnest as IT they was
under cover and biddin' on Standard Oil hrSts.
While l was lookin 'em over wonderln'
what to do next spots Abey Wlnowski on the
fringe of the push. And. say, it want so long
ago that Abey was wearin' sky blue pants and
a Postal shield, trottin out with messages from
District Ten. But here he is, with checked
ulster and five-dollar hat, writln figures on
pad
Hello, Motziel" says l. How long since
they lets the likes of you inside the ropes?"
Hello, Torchy!' says he. Got any or
ders?"
I'm lined with EN-" says l. What's
good3"
Bitten" says he. Its on the seesaw;
Amt it Wildcat" says l.
Just from the menagerie," says he Coin
to take dollar f1yer?"
Guess I'll see what my brokers has to say
first" says l.
With that | goes around to little joint
knows of, where they has a board for unlisted
stocks. and sets back and watches the curves
Bitten was maxim. First she'd Jump tour or
five points. and then she'd settle back heavy
The Curb was playin' tag with it; that was all.
so far as could see. Nice lot of Hungry Jakes
to feed with int rest bearin' securities
About fifteen minutes before the market
closed | quit and moseyed along up town. just
KILN time and irwin to figure out what ought
to be done Course, l didn't have any idea of
playin' private detective and shown Plddle
up to Mr.. ert,-that's out of my llne,-but
didn't like the scheme OF just chuck1n the
bonds back at him and let him get away with
| didn't understand at all Besides, if the re-
turns showed that he'd have won on the deal,
what was to hinder his irwin the same trick
again next time he got the chance3 That
wouldn't been fair shake for the firm
Say, worked my thinker overtime that trip:
| but | couldn't dig up thing that was worth
savin' from the scrap basket, and when |
Stroed into the Office just about closin time
wa MT any nearer to KNOWN what to do than
when l started.
MOST everyone had left when / pushes
AvA through the gate and takes peek into
Piddie's office. He was there. And. say, for a
speakin' likeness of dropped egg that's hit
| the floor instead of the toast, he was it! He's
slumped all over the desk, with his head in his
| hands. and his hair all mussed up. and his
| shoulders Topped. l always suspicioned he was
built out with pneumatic pads, and blew him.
self up in the mornin' before he buttoned on the
| four-i inch collar that kept his chin up: but
didn't guess he had a rubber backbone 1t was
| a case of flush with Fiddle. He was all in. What
| could see of his face had about much color
| to it as sheet of blottin' paper.
Layin' on the floor was map of the whole
| disaster. 1t Wall Street extra, with a
scarehead story of how Bitten had kept EN-
guessin' all day and then, in the last quarter of
an hour of tradn' had gone bumpin' the bumps
from twenty-eight down to almost nothin at
all. didn't stop to read the whole thing: but
read enough to find out that Bitten had gone
soarin' on a false alarm. and that when the
facts was give out right the balloon had took
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