The Irish standard., 1911-04-29
I don't want to give it out myself"

ped him on the back and laughed loud
and long.
1.-THE newspapers will eat that story!"
he declared. cts wonderful thing!
Great Scott, man, how many shares
are you short?"
"About 100000"
"Then every point drop means $780,
900 to you. This will send the line
down thirty points. Let me figure
minute. why. that's $21.OO0,Ooo!"
II figure on little bit more than
that" returned Kelvin dryly. But
don't let that distress you any. Bert"
"You might have given fellow
tip" complained Rensselaer,.
"How much money have you?"
"A little over 5000 of my own" re.
piled Rensselaer,, "but I can get hold
Of $4,000 more"
do you know any way that you can
place your $4,000 on the London mar
ket in the morning?"
II think l can. Me for it!' said
Rensselaer,. jumping up. "Watch me
make the sidewalk smoke" At the
door, however, he paused. "And just
to think" he said, "that all this gilt
tering opportunity comes about
through old Henry Breed! Why, I
have an aunt out at Forest Lakes, a
guest of Breeds. she calls herself, but
she's a guest for pay and is a sort of
bear leader for the fair Lillian. She
would be above taking money for
coaching Lillian and afterward in
Quoting her into society. but she's not
above letting Breed handle her invest
ments' of paltry $4,000 on a guar
anteed return of 100 per cent"
IF you want to get those selling or
ders away you had better hurry" sug-
gested Kelvin, looking at his watch.
II have an idea that the cables will
be loaded with just such messages be.
fore morning"
Shortly after midnight Kelvin was
awakened by the ringing of his tele-
phone bell. and from then on until
morning he was kept busy answering
calls from the various newspaper Of
fees. He gave them all the informa-
ton he could. They besieged him for
news. for photographs, for the story Of
his life. and in the morning. having
given out all the information he had
at hand. he was compelled to 60 to
another hotel incognito to escape the
reporters. He had brought to him all
the morning papers and read with
smiles the mass of naive eXaggera-
tons. He was the shreydest man
that had ever come into Wall street.
He was a combination of all the great
financiers in America. from Vanderbilt
to Hartman. He had sold short any
where from 100000 to 100000
shares Of stock. His age ranged from
sixteen to sixty. his complexion from
blond to brunette and his character
from humming birds to a vampires.
About only two things was there no
disagreement-he had conducted his
commendabe transactions with real
money, and Henry Breed. whose greed
had made this possible, was the most
profound scoundrel Of the century!
While he was still reading these ac-
counts the Stock Exchange opened, and
1t opened with rush, with practically
every trader on the floor wanting to
sell and few wanting to buy. Within
five minutes of the opening the place
was pandemonium. and he had to be
Hercules who held buying orders.
The peculiar part of the movement
was that it started simultaneously in
nearly every trading group upon the
door. Men with orders to sell 5000
shares of u. p. would no sooner exc
cute that commission than they would
plunge into the Steel Common group
with equal frenzy. Men with orders
to wait for price beloved in sheer
nervousness. 1t was roaring, Shrek
ing, cursing hell, in which clothing
was rent and men fought like Zero
cious dogs for a mere glance from a
man who had buying orders.
By 3 o'clock every security listed on
the Stock Exchange had dropped TWEEN
ty points a share. Many Of them had
gone still lower. That afternoon the
private dining rooms Of all the exclu-
sive cafes were filed with grave men,
certain groups planning to 60 with the
movement and others. more far seeing.
devising ways and means to stem the
oncoming tide.
Pellman took train to Forest
Lakes. the country home Of Henry
Breed. The Six biggest railroad oper-
ators in the street had decided that If
any man could influence Breed Pell-
man was the man. Pellman himself
was dubious He had once angered
Breed; but. for that matter, Breed had
engaged in some quarrel or other with
every man in the market.
Pellman approached Forest Lakes
with a confidence that diminished as
he came in sight of Breeds immense
estate.
At the great iron gates a grizzled old
woodsman with gun took Pellman's
card through the grill and, stepping
inside small lodge. telephoned to the
house. He came out again in a few
moments.
''Mr. Breed is ill.," he said. "The
doctor has forbidden him to see any
one"