The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1911-05-06
CHAPTER 1.

- CIeViCe VI bTOdu StIeet, lOhOWeu
by a huge negro bearing a suit case.
Nestled back amid a number Of alleged
brokers, who dealt hilariously in such
securities" as Wireless Motor pre-
ferred, he found the Offices of Henry
Galleon & Co., one Of the few legit-
innate firms which, intrenched in their
own natural conservat1veness, had re-
fused to move when the curb invasion
came.
"Mr. GalleonY inquired the new
conner.
upon what business, please2" asked
an old clerk.
81 only care to talk to Mr. Galleon
himself"
The old man arose with a slight, pro-
testing frown, asked for a card and
took 1t into an inner room.
Henry Galleon was about the same
age as his secretary, but he was erect
His face and his bald head were pink
with baby's pinkness. his white hair
y1istened like silk, and the brightness
Of his eyes was almost infantile.
'PhHlip Kelvin" he said. "Whns
Phillip Kelvin? l never heard of hiia
II don't know" replied the secre;ar'
Hes a very capable looking yGun4
man and by no means New W ':"'
I should think. He has tremeln.aG.,.
y large negro with him. the largo;
one I ever saw. The negro is carr:
ing big suit case"
Henry Galleon pondered that mattei
quietly. Fanatics with bombs had
menaced the Wall street district OF
late. and they might come in any guise.
"F1nd out his business, Messmer."
was the sane conclusion.
ct did ask but he insisted on seeing
you personally"
E. Galleon fr0wned. "If he can't ex-
plain properly to you, let him go. You
are authorized to transact all neces-
sary business In my name"
Messmer went out with that mes
sage. though he softened 1t somewhat.
Young Kelvin had evidently expected
such an answer. for he smiled and
turned to the negro.
"Here, SAM" he directed, put the
case on this desk"
Messmer frowned as the suit case
was slammed upon the top OF his tan
gle of papers, but he waited with some
curiosity while young Kelvin unlocked
II. Messmer was struck dumb by the
surprising contents Of that unpreten-
uous bit Of baggage.
These" said young Kelvin smiling
~, running his hand down in the suit
case and futtering the edges Of its
contents-"these are my letters Of In
PRODUCTION. Kindly tell Mr.. Galleon
about them and that will not talk to
any one but himself"
yes. sirv' said Messmer, with sur
prising alacrity. "Yes, sir; yes. sir!'
He was positively white and trem-
bling when he went back into Galleon's
Office
"That suit caser' he gasped. 1.-The
young man has just opened 1t. and 1t
n full to the top with nothing but
money!
Money! expostulated Mr.. Galleon.
money. sir. money" repeated Mess
mer, paper money, all Of high de-
nomination-solid packages of billsi
He said that these were his letters Of
reference and that he would talk bust
ness with no one but you"
Mr.. GaIleon turned upon old Mess
mer peremptorily. "Why don't you
show the young gentleman inT' he de-
manded.
He inspected young Kelvin sharply
- Phillip came into the room and
found him$to be well dressed. clean
looking chap. with an extremely clear
eye and an extremely healthy COM
paex1on. I.
"Your letters Of recommendation are
perfectly satisfactory. Mr.. Kelvin"
said the broker. smiling. "what can
we do for your
Young Kelvin opened the suit case
and took from II eight packages Of
bills. which he counted over carefully.
"Hers Is 100000" said he. II wish
you to sell 6or me . thousand shares
each Of these four stocks" He laid q
slip Of paper upon Mr.. Galleon's desk.
The broker instantly figured that the
suit case must contain not lee than
o2O00.O 900 cash.
sof courss. Mr.. Kelvin. II = none Of