Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-03-25

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should have observed the a
4 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
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
a percentage therefrom and winks con-
fdently at the solar system whose OPP
erations are conducted for his especial
and particular benefit.
81 can sell anything, anywhere"
This was Bulkins' philosophy, his re-
ligion, his declaration of faith in him.
self.
And of course Bulkins knew the hab-
it's and ways of Cherub Devine. Ev-
cry one knew them. Any one-the
man i'll 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
boy for a Chicago stockbroker until he
evolved into the many millioned specu-
lator whose audacious methods were
at that moment stirring things up in
Wall street. Each and every n 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 1t was this, visible in his
wide set blue eyes, with the flashes Of
light behind; perhaps it was only the
pink chubbiness of his Clearly shaver
face, which earned him the name Of
Cherub, a designation applied impair
TALLY 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 a leather COW
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 a 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 attired. ~variously burdened.
Here came one in blue serge wearing
a 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, Ell? Planning how to get even,
are your"
Mr.. Devine showed no resentment.
Maybe l was" said he.
Bulkins snorted out a mirthless
laugh.
"Goodl Sic 'em, my boy! That's
what I'd do. When they think they've
got me beat worst l bob up and go at
'em hardest. But, say, you ought to
take a rest once in awhile. Does a
man good. You ought He grinned
broadly. "Oh, | say. Cherub," drop
ping his tone. 1--WE got just the thing
you ought to have-a country place."
"Yes?" Mr.. Devine acknowledged
the joke by Ticking half an inch of
cigar ash on the window ledge.
you bet!' Bulkins 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 fortyT
with stables, lodge house, garden
er's shack and the like. It's fully fur
nished and goes as 1t stands. ever to
the servants if you want them. Just