Daily Arizona silver belt., 1910-03-27
CHAPTER I.

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 \ ner in which Hewington Acres came into the possession of "Cherub' Devine.
 Bulkins, the real estate agent who made the sale, attributes the whole credit of the transaction to his own shrewdness. But then, Bulkins is one of those persons who would cheerfully call upon the entire universe to prove that he (Bulkins) was favored above all other men in that respect. Does the sun shine? Bulkins knew it would and for his profit. There comes a storm. Bulkins appropriates it, wrings n percentage therefrom and winks con fdently at the solar system whose op- erations are conducted for his especial and particular benefit.
 q can sell anything, anywhere" This was Bulkins' philosophy, his re- lgion, his declaration of faith in him. self.
 And of course Bulkins knew the hab- it's and ways of Cherub Deyine. Ev- cry one knew them. Any one-the man in the street, the clerk behind the counter, the very newsboy at the curb-could tell you all about Cherub, give you his entire history, from the time he started his career as office boy for Chicago stockbroker until he evolved into the many millioned specu- lator whose audacious methods were , at that moment stirring things up ill Wall street. Each and every one could have told you exactly the kind of man he was and missed the mark widely, for such men are not so easily esti- mated.
 Perhaps it was this, visible in his wide set blue eyes, with the flashes of light behind; perhaps it was only the pink chubbiness of his cleanly shaven face, which earned him the name of Cherub, a designation applied impar- tially by pert messenger boys, irrev- erent brokers and staid heads of great corporations. He had been christened otherwise, of course, and possibly Cherub was inappropriate when you consider all that he was or seemed to be, but the designation was universal ly accepted, as you know.
 Just where he might be expected to be found Bulkins had run across him, seated comfortably in leather GOV cred, wide armed office chair at an open window which looked out across Broad street toward the more or less ornate front of the New York Stock Exchange.
 The time was little past noon of an August Saturday. Therefore the stream of men was setting outward between the great pillars The curb was lined with hansoms and autos, and into these climbed brokers vari- ously attiTed, variously burdened. Here came one in blue serge wearing q yachting cap there two who swung golf bags in their hands. Others were followed by boys carrying kit bags.
 Hello, Cherub! They got after you today, eh? Planning how to get even, are you?"
 MT. Devine showed no resentment.
 Maybe I was" said he.
 Bulkins snorted out a mlrthless laugh.
 Good! Sic 'em, my boy That's what I'd do. When they think they've got me beat worst I bob up and go at 'em hardest But, say, you ought to take rest once in awhile. Does a man good. You ought"- He grinned broadly. "Oh, l say, Cherub." drop ping his tone, Eve got just the thing you ought to have-a country place."
 "Yes?" Mir. Devine acknowledged the joke by licking half an inch of cigar ash on the window ledge
 You bet" Bulliins was smoothing Cherub's coat sleeve. Its Hewing- ton Acres--up on the sound-gilt edged suburban property, and going dirt cheap on foreclosure. You know about the Hewingtons; swell family, but gone all to smash financially. Now, there's twenty acres of park along the water nice little forty room cottage"-
 "Only fortyf"
 "With stables, lodge house, garden CTS shack and the like. It's fully fur nished and goes as 1t stands, even to the servants if you want them. Just