Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-06-09

from its fellows on Friday, the ,Jrn..
people promptly came to the concI,,
sion that the stock was being nurnoaa
" depressed by Tammany Interests
who intended to buy it low, and sell -
high after the Bingham avenue fran
chise had been granted.
Convinced that this was the true ax-
PLANTATION of the weakness of Suhurh
an, Mr.. Rogers and his friends immadi
ately formed pool to buy the stock
! They were perfectly sure that Tam.
many interests would not be buvino
it unless they meant to grant the fran.
! chise. The pool was formed at ono
O'Clock, and at two o'clock it's onera.
lions had turned the tide of the mar.
ket. Suburban rallied from seventy.
six to seyenty-eight and one-haIf At
the close, and it's rally bolstered the
whole market, which had been fast
slipping into panic.
Barr had feared from the first that
the low price to which he intended tn
drive Suburban would attract buying
by the Urban interests, and he had ia
ken his measures accordingly. In less
than fifteen minutes after Willis mes.
sage reached him, two trusted clerks
were on the way to Westchester coun.
ty with orders to visit local holders
of the stock and to buy it from them
at any price 1t had cost Barr one thou
sand dollars to secure list of stock.
holders of the road.
On Saturday morning, before the
opening of the Exchange, Bars lem
oranda from his brokers and the two
clerks showed him to be in possession
of a little less than ninety-eight thou
sand shares of Suburban. A short,
sharp battle followed on the floor of
the Exchange for the shares needed
| for control. Under the competitive
bidding of his own and the Urban
brokers the stock scrambled hastily to
eighty, to eighty-five, and finally to
ninety. But the street had been swept
so bare of it that at the close at noon
Barr was still few houndred shares
short of actual control of the Suburban
Trolley company.
The little man smiled mysteriously
as he exhibited the results of his cam
paign to John, who had arrived that
morning from Palm Beach.
tits all right, john he declared
You can inform Miss Rogers, official
ly, if you dare, that the great matri-
mony syndicate is about to cash in"
| Late that afternoon the respondent
but puzzled usher at the door of the
United Trust company performed au-
tomatically the duty of introducing
Joseph W. Barr into the private Office
of President Morton Rogers. AS the
little man passed his window the pay
ing teller whistler softly few musical
| bars which he gravely explained to his
assistant were from the opera, pirates
| of Finance"
When the frosted-glass door of the
private office had clicked after the dis
| appearing form of Barr, business came
to a prompt halt in the United Trust
| company. The third vice-president
and the cashier sauntered over to the
desk of the second vice-president, and,
| infused with a similar desire for COM
partnership, tellers, clerks, messengers
and attendants drifted into little
groups.
There was an air of expectancy over
all the groups. To complete the scene
| it needed only half-crazed little ltal-
| ian to wave a red rag on a stick and
to point, frantncally, appealingly, at
the private Office, as if within it were
thin train of powder, sizzling, sput-
| tering, glowworming it's way toWord
it's tremendous goal.
The explosion came. 1t was burst
of laughter that shook the frosted-glass
partitions of the private office. 1t was
| followed fast by others until, rather
sheepishly, the little group Of auditors
| broke up, and the wheels Of the United
Trust company spun busily again, leaVi
| ing unsolved the riddle of the private
| Office.
Within that was presented the pleas
ing sight of thin, elderly gentleman
with Dundreary whiskers, engaged IN
vain attempt to keep on his Roman
nose eyeglasses which bounded Oft ana
away with each of many peals OF
laughter, and opposite him fat, little
man, intermittenly engaged in hopping
his wet cheeks with handkerchief enoS'
and saying things which seemed caIcu-
lated, very possibly, to prolong the
mirth of the other.
my own daughter-Elizabeth'
gasped Mr.. Morton Rogers, coming OUT
of a CONFUSION to fall hopelessly into
another.
"Yes-and my boy-John," groaneo
Joseph w. Barr, almost smotherlns
himself in the hopping process.
Bought control of the Suburban loF
eight million dollars-sell it to me lor
the same-we expected to pay nine
million five hundred thousand dollars
at least" And another gale boWleo
over the Urban magnate.
mot quite control You spolleo our