The Nevada County picayune., 1911-07-07
And he went out-with tears of cha.

grin in his eyes and his temples throb- ping like mad. To think that he should love her so, and that she should be so blind, so unjust!
 But your Wall Street man has early learned the lesson of self-control. Rev erdy's hand was firm on the throttle of his temper. and before he had come to his own door his mind was as firm ly made up. Helen Shackleford might be blind and unjust, but Clifford Rev. erdy was not going to stand by and see her suffer for tiff he could help 1t.
 And he thought he could.
 "Gallinger," he greeted that impa- tient broker, have you new clerk in your office-some one about as green as a salad?" "Wha-at?" Gallinger was astounded. What the devil are you driving at, Cliff?"
 T -impatiently-"have you youngster in your office that the Street doesn't know for your man?' Gallinger subdued his surprise, con | sidered, mentally reviewing his office force, and announced:
 Well, there's little Walcott." l He'll do." Reverdy sat down at his desk and scribbled check, which he | handed his confidential broker. You get that cashed and give the money to Walcott. Have him go to Bynum & Shackleford's today-the sooner the better-and buy one hun l dred shares of Ontario Preferred on | five-point margin, for his own account. l Don't let him use my name or yours"
 But" expostulated Gallinger, hell have to be introduced in order to open an account"
 Not with Bynum & Shackleford, Gallinger. Did you hear me say five point margin?' With firm that'll take a five-point margin, ready cash will prove the best introduction in the world You understand? Send Vol colt there at once."
 Well, all right" Gallinger agreed dubiously. But 1t seems to me you might tell a chap what you're driving at."
 I'm driving at Bynum," Reverdy an nounced grimly. And I'm going to drive him out of the Street. Look here"
 He sat down and talked seriously with Gallinger for the matter of ten minutes or so.
 Gallinger left Reverdys office wear ing large, cherubic smile.
 Reverdy's instructions were implicit ly obeyed.
 At one o'clock Reverdy in his office received a telephone message from Gallinger on the floor of the Exchange.
 "Bynum has left the floor," Gallin- ger reported.
 Reverdy smiled mysteriously into | the transmitter.
 Get Walcott and come right up l Quicks you can." he told Gallinger.
 "Howdy, Gallinger!" he cried, heart fly few moments later. Come right in This is MT. Walcott, l pre- sume? I'm glad to meet you"
 Thank you, MT. Reverdy. sir" he stammered in an ecstacy of confusion.
 You're ready?" Reverdy questioned Gallinger with his eyes. receiving an affirmative nod in reply. You know what you are to do, 1 presume, MT. Walcott?"
 Yes, sir; MT. Gallinger has been telling me just what I'm to say"
 Good. You go ahead, then. Gal finger and I will follow" In such order, two minutes later, they entered the customers room of the firm of Bynum & Shackleford. | Reverdy was at once impressed with the conviction that he had timed this visit with extreme nicety. | It was almost empty of clients; there were but one or two loterers in the cushioned armchairs before the big quotation board; and even they seemed hardly at ease. The few clerks were gathered in whispering group behind the cashiers grating. l Gallinger turned to Reverdy.
 "You were right, all right" he com mented.
 l Reverdy merely smiled. Walcott had crossed to the cashiers window.
 MT. Bynum?" he inquired of one of the clerks. A jerk of the thumb toward the closed door was his an swer. He looked to Gallinger for sup port.
 l Go on-knock." said Gallinger. | Walcott knocked. A guarded, in- | tense murmur of conversation within ceased abruptly.
 "What?" some one cried out from behind the partition. Who's that? | What dye want?"
 That's Bynum," said nalhnger to Reverdy.
 | Walcott raised his hand to knock again, without replying, but before his knuckles touched the panels of the door 1t was opened from within, and Bynum looked out angrily.
 What the devil do you want?' he