The Nevada County picayune., 1911-06-30

"" heep il up, alWayS, al the expense of your health and your family? You know that Dr. Dexter warned you to take rest last month, and you laugh ed at him, and"
 "Oh, Dexter," he derided He doesn't understand. Neither do you. little girl. Why, whatll l do, anyhow |? No.' His mouth strengthened into a firm, hard line; he had settled the matter, man-like, forgetting the orig inal issue-her happiness, not his own. No, l can't give it up. It would be foolishness with-with my prospects. my career. No, you don't understand" :" He decided to comfort her with a platitude: Men must work and women must weep you know"
 "Why?' she cried, rebelliously. Why must we weep? Why must men work incessantly?"
 The law of life,' he told her with portentous gravity.
 Naturally enough, perhaps, the sle, ment of the unforeseen figures largely in the life of the Street. On the rol- 'c" AAAe oAN AOOIi pltCIc D OCdl III iHltT- state Tunnel came to an unexpected end-to a successful continuation un- expectedly sudden. The clique of men who, desiring to obtain control of the Interstate Tunnel Company, had con- bined their interests and put Steele at their head, allowing him full discre- tion-thereby forming what is termed a blind pool'-had calculated that his campaign would be one of weeks. if not of months, before their object was attained.
 As 1t happened, however, another combination had been formed with precisely the same object, thereby ere ating an unusual demand for Tunnel Common-so unusual, in fact, that the market price went up by leaps and bounds, and the trading in Tunnel Common became the feature of the day Steele and those brokers who acted by his orders bought steadily, at the market; the opposition bought as steadily, If less successfully.
 But, about two o'clock in the after
 
 transactions in Tunnel Common: the demand had outlasted the supply; a natural corner" had resulted. Steele and his opponents between them had bought up every available share in addition to a large number of shares in excess of the total issue--the out come of persistent short" selling by the bear element.
 When he realized what had hap pened, Steele told himself that his work for the day was done He could return to his office and count the gains and receive the congratulations of his associates The shorts were squealing in agony, but that was their affair he would settle with them to- morrow.
 AS he was about to leave the floor. however, the staccato rapping of the gavel on the rostrum made him pause he knew, or suspected, what was com ing, and would not have missed 1t for much. A slight lull succeeding the frenzied uproar that had prevailed In the board room, he was able to Lear the chairman's voice as 1t boomed out over the heads of the brokers, an- nouncing the suspension of Belden & Tausig.
 Steele smiled grimly under his mus tache.
 "Belden will think twice, I guess. before he monkeys with the buzz saw again" he thought as he crossed Broad street to the Mills building.
 At the same time he was both sur prised and disappointed to find that he was experiencing nothing of ela- tion; he, who had hugged jealously to himself the hope of such just ven geance during all the years of his en- mity with Belden, felt the glow of ac complishment barely warm in his breast Rather. indeed. he was con. scious of dull depression, listless weariness, as though he were an old man. drugged with years. Which Steele was not.
 Even his success In obtaining the control of Interstate Tunnel seemed a tawdry, futile thing He found him. self walking slowly. his step lacking its accustomed springiness. his head dropping and hot and heavy, his feet like leaden weights. He was tired, he assumed, waking up to the fact that he had been working hard and very steadily for many days.
 And when he found Belden, the ob- noxious, humbly waiting him in the ante room, the keen edge of his grati- fication was blunted by that same, gray apathy. He did not care-now.
 It was not until Belden approached him with his insinuating whine that was colored with something of his one-time patronizing disdain-"I say. Jim, my boy"-that the change came. It was utterly without reconciliation on Steele's part, something entirely outside of his calculations. When the hateful accents fell upon his ear;