The Irish standard., 1911-04-22

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when brisk young mansstepped
out of a taxicab into the dim
Il crevice Of Broad street, followed
by huge negro bearing 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 conservativ had re-
fused to move when the curb invasion
came.
'Mr. Galleon" inquired the new
conner.
upon what business, please?" asked
an old clerk.
II only care to talk to Mr.. Galleon
himself"
The old man arose with slight, pro-
testing frown, asked for 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 We're pink
with baby's pinkness, his white hair
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Of his eyes was almost infantile.
phillip Kelvin?" he said. who's
Phillip Kelvin? 1 never heard of him"
II don't know" replied the secretary.
s'He's a very capable looking young
man and by no means New Yorker,
] should think. He has tremendous
~ large negro with him, the largest
one I ever saw. The negro is carry
ing big suit case"
Henry Galleon pondered that matter
quietly. Fanatics with bombs had
menaced the Wall street district of
late, and they might come in any guise.
''Find out his business, Messmer,"
was the sane conclusion.
IT did ask, but he insisted on seeing
you personally"
Galleon frowned. eff 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 it 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
1t. Messmer was struck dumb by the
surprising contents of that unpreten-
ff011a hit Of hagQaQe
'sThese," said young Kelvin smiling
ay. 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"
eyes, STRIP said Messmer, with sur
prising alacrity. eyes, sir; yes, sir"
He was positively white and trem-
bling when he went back into Galleon's
Office.
"That suit casew he gasped. 'sThe
young man has just opened it, and 1t
IL full to the top with nothing but
moneyys
4 Money!" expostulated Mr.. Galleon.
money, sir, money" repeated Mess
mer, paper money, all Of high de-
nominahon-solid packages Of bills!
He said that these were his letters Of
reference and that he would talk bust
ness with no one but you"
Mr.. Galleon turned upon old Mess
mer peremptorily. "Why don't you
show the young gentleman in?" he de-
manded.
He inspected young Kelvin sharply
as 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
plexion.
"Your letters of recommendation are
perfectly satisfactory, Mr.. Kelvin"
said the broker, smiling. what can
we do for you?"
Young Kelvin opened the suit case
and took from it eight packages of
bills, which he counted over carefully.
"Here is 100000" said he. Il wish
you to sell for me thousand shares
each of these four stocks" He laid
slip of paper upon Mr.. Galleon's desk.
The broker instantly figured that the
suit case must contain not less than
100000 cash.
'Of course, Mr.. Kelvin, it is none Of