The Washington herald., 1912-01-07

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places. but there must be some lively
doing around here. Listeni'
The voice OF the street had changed
from its usual busy roar TO high, sus-
Il ed. terrified scream. Emerson
reached for the phone. and at that the
hatless figure OF Raymond. closely fol-
lowed by ccwper. hurtled through the
door. The latter was too frightened TO
speak. but Raymond almost shrieked:
my God, Emerson. what has hap
pened7''
Ensrson.s eyebrows went up.
why. Raymond he replied. quietly:
'it looks to me as II the other crowd
had at last started out 10 get US and
had knocked the props out from under
the market as the first move"
My God!" exclaimed Raymond again.
Cant we do something? Can't we get
| under the marketT'
Emerson smiled family
Get under your gravestonew cut in
Tooker. from the ticker. Come over
here. Raymond, and look at this ticker
eh? Whew, ! wouldn't get under Il II
you built me bombproofl'
Well are you going to sit there and
watch things go to smash?' shouted
Raymond. What are you going to DOR
Emerson settled back in his chair with
an exasperating air OF comfort.
He picked up one OF the phones
Nine, nine, four. eleven Lenox," he
said. Hello! Call father please, Thomas
Hello, dad I just wanted to tell you
that there's a little furry in the Street
and not to be alarmed. No. you needn't
come down. No. indeed. Yes: all right
Good-by!"
Little furry. be d--dr" growled Ray
mond. He was pacing neryously up and
down the little room chewing an extinct
cigar with savage bites.
It's appalling" came in little more
than a whisper from Cowper's white
lips. They're taking money out Of
the downtown banks at about a thou
sand dollars a second. and now they're
beginning uptown
The brayest man in the room felt his
heart skip a beat or two. The dread
run" was on them. But Emerson
glanced coolly at the clock.
Even IL that were so, George" he
said. with a reassuring smile, I'VE
could stand it until closing time"
Il knew something like this would
happen" fumed Raymond. Il was
against all of this"
"oh. shut up. Raymond, until you
can think OF something TO say" inter
rupted Tooker impatiently. He sym
pathized with Emerson general who
ndo 70 bNlucn MS own 1llle6 OeIOre ne
could face the enemy. They were all
silent for a few minutes. thinking
hard. At last Emerson spoke:
There doesn't seem to be anything
we can do excepting to pray for the
storm TO break. Now, I'll tell you"
The jangle OF the telephone on his
desk interrupted him.
''HeIIo!" he said-and that was all
The manager OF the Emerson Bank
notified him that the clearing house
had refused their papert
Things grew misty before Emerson's
eyes, but he managed to say good-by
calmly and face his partners in a nat
ural manner Before they could open
their mouths to make inquiries he be-
gan to speak rapidly:
Now, listen. gentlemen! This Is no
time for us to be meandering around
here or in our banks. We can do no
good there. Let every man get out ana
hustle all he knows and get up to my
house by midnight tonight and report
the last dollar he can possibly raise.
No one has anything better to sug-
gest7 No2 Then OF we gor"
He bundled them out, and the pros
pect of action cheered all three OF
them.
Only in Emerson's heart was black de-
spair. He went straight 10 the lords OF
the clearing house and demanded an ex-
PLANTATION. He pleaded, begged. suppIi-
Gated at last. but they wera uncomprO-
firm. They politely told him
that they would no longer handle his
PAPER.
As a matter Of form. he went to see
several Influential friends, who used their |