Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-09-19
tTo be Continued Tomorrow.)

At the clubhouse he dressed. and
then, finding hat he had plenty of
time, walked leisurely down to the
train and started back for town. For
awhile. Just comfortably tired with the
afternoons round, he was content to
sit back in his seat with passive enjoy
ment, with eyes halr closed, playing
over again each stroke of the round in
straight low balls from the tee, again
laying up his approach shots, again
successfully holding long. dificult puts.
1t mad pleasant enough dreaming and
he sat thus until Hillside was reached.
Then suddenly two men. entering
hurrtedly. took tho vacant seat behind
him. evidently resuming their CONVEX
sation where 1t had been broken off as
they had boarded the train. Their
first words drove golf a million miles
from his brain. so 1t busted clean to
hell, did it?" asked the stout man,
painting with haste excitement.
Did it?" echoed his companion, with
a certain dismal pride. the sense of
proprietorship that one gains in the
communication of bad news, well, I
should say 1t did. Didn't begin till 2
" StO1h aiid lAlCit say " bOfCA o6
such a time in your life. Smash-Bang
SMASH Everything thrown over,
right and left; why, down ut Well
mans"
The train roared into the long tunnel,
and the rest of the sentence was lost.
1t was enough, and Carleton, sitting
motionless, felt a sudden slckening re-
action creep over him. A game of golf
n nold naadal--ond Tho narInf a gain
In the grip of a panic beside which the
first break of three days ago must
nave been as nothing, n then, insist
entity, he began to wonder-how bad
how bad? His margin nae been
slender enough Extraordinarily sufl-
cient, really. to pass muster unless
tinctured with the dangerous kindness
of frlendship-he clenched his hands;
his mouth had gone suddenly dry
Inside the smoky station the train
came to a halt. Alighting. he paused
to buy the evening papers from a
clamorous newsboy: then without stop
ping even to glance at them, FASTENED
straight to his office. 1t was long after
the hour of closing. The office boy
was gone, the door made fast. Unlock
ing II he entered. sat down at his desk
and began hastily to examine the let
tiers and memoranda reposing there.
Ring up Mr.. Turner" vas penciled
half q dozen times in the Office boys
round, %sprawling hand, with various
additions, Important" Urgent" AT
once" Ring 69s, Linooln;" that was
Harris and Wheeler's; Ring Main,
1927 that was Claxton Brothers. re
turned to the papers. Lord above. what
h%eadlinesl Panic-merket crash-houseg
suspended-banks in danger-half-
dazed, he gazed for a moment around
him, as IL doubling that 1t could all
be real; then, with a grim feeling that
nothing could much matter now, he
read steadily the long rows of stock
quotations.; and eve as he read down
a column, values dropped downward
with him, n never, as he turned to
the top of the next. did they rise again
Once more he had to stop, unable to
grasp the truth; hkme Mining. 9A;
Suburban Electric, At; Fuel, So; 1t was
all impossible.
Through the slide In the office door
a letter fluttered gently to the floor.
He rose and picked 1t up. 1t had Turn
er's name in the corner. Inside was
a hasty scrawl, Things very bad: must
have ten thousand additional margin
at opening tomorrow, sure AS he
laid it down, the telephone rang; Yes"
he answered, "Mr. Harris: oh, yes, I
know; five thousand; yes; thanks;
you've got to have 1t at the opening;
all right; ~good-by." He hung UP the
receiver, and turned to confront a tele-
graph boy at his elbow. He hastily
signed, and ripped open the envelope.
This time the laconic message was
from Claxton Brothers. Good" he
muttered, "only Ave thousand more.
This is fine" and he threw himself
back in his office chair, INT for a mo-
ment or two thought hard. Then he
smiled ironically. "Oh, yes" he NUT
tered. Henderson got It right. as