Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1910-10-14


hair and run more to velveteen vests
and buckeye watch charms. They don't
look easy to me-"
You've got it. Billy" says Silver.
"All emigrants have 1t. New York's
bigger than Little Rock or Europe,
and ii frightens a foreigner. You'll
be all right. | tell you | feel like
slapping the people here because they
don't send me all their money In laun-
dry baskets, with germicide sprinkled
over it. / hate to go down on the
street to get it. Who wears the dia-
monds in this town. Why, Winnie
the wire tapper's wife, and Bella, the
bunkO steerer's bride. New Workers
can be worked easier than a blue rose
ON a tidy. The only thing that both
ers me is / know III break the cigars
in my vest pocket when | get my
clothes all full of twenties."
Il hope you are right, Monty" says
/, but | wish, all the same, | had
been satisfied with a small business
in Little Rock. The crop of farmers
Is never so short out there but what
you can get few Of 'em to sign q
petition for new postoffice that you
can discount for 500 at the county
bank. The people here appear to pos
sess instincts of self preservation and
illiberality. | fear me that we are not
cultured enough to tackle this game"
Don't worry" says Silver. i've
got this Jayville-near-Tarrytown cor
rectly estimated as sure as North riv-
er is the Hudson and East river amt
a river"
'Hyperbole aside" says l, do you
know Of any immediate system Of
bunkoing the community out Of dol
lar or two except by applying to the
Salvation Army or having a fit on
Miss Helen Gould's doorsteps"
Dozens of EN-" says Silver. How
much capital have you got, Billyr'
"A thousand" told him.
I've got $1,000" says he. wen
pool and do a big piece Of business.
There's so many ways we can make
a million that l don't know how to
begin"
The next morning Silver meets me
at the hotel, and he is all sonorous
and stirred with kind Of silent joy.
We're to meet j. P. Morgan this
afternoon" says he. "a man l know
in the hotel wants to introduce us.
He's a friend of his. He says he likes
to meet people from the west"
THAT sounds nice and plausible"
says |. I'D like TO know Mr.. Nor
gan"
at won't hurt us bit" says Silver,
"to get acquainted with few finance
kings. l kind of like the social way
New York has with strangers"
The man Silver knew was named
Klein. At 3 o'clock Klein brought his
Wall street friend to see us In Silver's
room. "Mr. Morgan" looked some like
his pictures. and he had a Turkish
towel wrapped around his head, and
he walked with a cane. as
"Mr. Silver and Mr.. Pescud," says
Klein. "It sounds superfiuous." says
he, "to mention the name Of the great
est financiaP'-
"Cut it out, Klein" says Mr. Nor
gan. I'm glad to know you gents. /
take great interest in the west. Klein
tells me you're from Little Rock /
think I've q railroad or two out there
somewhere. If either Of you guys
would like to deal a hand or two of
stud poker T.
Now, Pierpont," cuts in Klein, "you
forget
Excuse me, gents" says Morgan.
"Since I've had the gout so bad some.
times play a social game Of cards at
my house. Neither of you never knew
One Eyed Peters, did you, while you
were around Little Rock? He lived in
Seattle. N. NJ"
Before we could answer Mr. Morgan
hammers on the floor with his cane
and begins to walk up and down
swearing in loud tone Of voice.
"They have been pounding your
stocks today on the street, PierpontT
asks Klein, smiling.
"Stocks! Nor roars Mr.. Morgan
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