The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-03-16

'Vne newspapers VIII eat that story! he declared Its a wonderful thing! Great Scott. man, how many shares are you short?"
 About 100000"
 "Then every point drop means $70O.- 900 to you. This will send the line down thirty points. Let me figure minute. Why. that's $21.OOO.OOOv'
 ''I figure on. little bit more thar that,'s returned Kelvin dryly. 'But don't let that distress you any. Bert"
 You might have given fellow a tip." complained Rensselaer,.
 "How much money have you?" "A little over s2.caO of my own." re. piled Rensselaer,, "but can get hold of S1O.OOO more."
 "Do you know any way that you can place your $12.OOO on the London mar ket in the morning?"
 "I think I 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. l have an aunt out at Forest Lakes. guest of Breeds. she calls herself. but she's guest for pay and is surt of bear leader for the fair Lillian. She would be above taking money for coaching Lillian and afterward in- ducting her into society. but she's not above letting Breed handle her invest ments' of paltry $1O.OO0 on guar anteed return of 100 per cent"
 elf you want to get those selling or ders away you had better hurry" sug' gested Kelvin. looking at his watch. "I 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 be was kept busy answering calls from the various newspaper of- ices. 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 go 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- tions. He was the shrewdest man that had ever come into Wall street. He was a combination of all the great f1nanciers in America. from Vanderbilt to Hartman. He had sold short any where from 100000 to 10O00.OO0 shares of stock His age ranged from sixteen to sixty. his complexion from blond to brunette and his character from humming birds to vampires. About only two things was there no disagreement-he had conducted his commendabie 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 it 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 a pandemonium. and he had to be a Hercules who held buying orders. ! was that it started simultaneously in nearly every trading group upon the floor. 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 a price beloved in sheer nervousness. It was roaring. shriek- ing. cursing hell. in which clothing was rent and men fought like fero- 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 twen- ty points a share. Many of them had gone still lower. That afternoon the private dining rooms of all the exclu- sive cafes were filled with grave men. certain groups planning to go with the movement and others. more far seeing. devising ways and means to stem the oncoming tide.
 Pellman took a 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 l 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 griZzled old woodsman with a gun took Pellman's card through the grill and. stepping inside a 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"
 "Is the doctor in the houseY asked Pellman.
 "Yes. sir"
 Pellman proffered bill. "Telephone the doctor that I would like to see him."
 ''All right. sir" said the gatekeep- CT and turned slowly away. but he did not touch the money. He was gone about five minutes. "Dr. Zelphan says that you may come up to the house." he announced upon his return Pellman drowned as the big gates swung open. admitting his limousine. At the door an almost decrepit servant,