The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-11-13
CHAPTER XIX.
Unto Him That Hath,


Mr.. Richard Meade 1t was now-not
Dick. II Reynolds had followed the
activities of the times he would have
seen his friends signature over articles
OF import in an enterprising weekly.
For the reporter had abandoned
his newspaper work and joined the
STAFF of a powerful publication. He
was valued man, "muck-raker' and
crops were fine.
II year had wrought so much to
the detriment of Bob, 1t had been, on
the other hand, equally benefcent to
Dick. In the clearness of eye, direct
ness OF manner and quiet reserve, one
read accomplishment Of purpose. Dick
was success, and the reward of sue
cess was manifest in his outward ap-
pearance, and his environment. He
sat at desk as big as Brands in a
suite as finely furnished and as richly
carpeted. He looked out upon a busy
thoroughfare, one of the cross streets
in New York's colony Of publishing
houses. He inspected the passing
throng, not with restless spirit of in
Quiry and conjecture, but with calm
observance and quiet analysis. Dick
was still q socialist, but a socialist Of
deeds, not words. He had learned to
subdue his direct frontal attacks on
the enemy and to take more credit
unto himself and his kind In this re-
spect he had outdistanced his employ
ers and his writings attracted serious
attention from the men who think.
When Dick thought of Bob and his
venal surrender to Brand he did not
scotf at his friend or rail at his ira
Queer. He pitied Reynolds, not only
for what he had done but for what he
was--a palpable victim OF the systems
way. And the very worst kind Of a
victim. for at first the system had
merely stolen part Of the mans earn
ing power and now 1t had stolen the
man himself. The reporter knew be-
yOnd doubt that the false premises
on which Bob had founded his new
prosperity presaged only one thing
collapse. And unlike Reynolds, he had
not simply wondered and dreamed. He
had watched. He had kept himself In
formed about Bob. ready when the in.
evitAble should come, to extend the
needed aid.
Dick rose now, put on a we'll fitting
tweed coat and walked leisurely over
to the subway. He got of at Wall
street and made his way to tho Offices
Of q prominent broker. He gave his
card TO one of the clerks and in a
moment was shown into the private
sanctum of the firms head.
Hello, Meade" the broker greeted.
you look prosperous. What can l do
for you. business!"
The young writer smiled anc twirled
his stick.
NO." he replied, Il guess you've had
about enough for one day. Broke pretty
good for you. didn't itr'
In amount Of trade. yes. That's the
only way 1t ever breaks good for us.
Commissions are all we ask, Meade.
Never speculate"
The broker pressed his lips firmly
together ~ II he feared they might
part and curl into q treacherous grin.
"Tut. tut" his caller cautioned, "you
might make It seldom, to say the
least" But he changed his bantering
tone to one Of sharp businesslike in.
Election.
"Henning." he said. time 10 money
to you and to me. too. l know some
thing and want to know little more.
Bob Reynolds speculates through your
house. There was an awful slump In
Consolidated Wire today. How badly
was he stung ON IT."
why. that's Occidental. Meade.