Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1914-11-28

You don't expect me to tell my Gus
toners business to everyone who in
quires about it?"
Dick got up and walked over to the
broker. He commanded attention this
time in such a way that aenning was
unable to eyade his look.
Don't bubble with me, Henning,"
he counseled. You know that my in.
quiries into Reynolds business aren't
calculated to do him harm. l have
heard something which makes me
think he was caught pretty bad today.
Now it's yes, or no. II you don't want
to enlighten me. say SO. Don't stall.
That means" said the broker "if
don't answer that you'll find out some
! where else. Well. then. he was hit
plenty. About forty thousand, and If
know anything about Mr.. Reynolds
| affairs, he was cleaned"
AN on one stock?" Meade asked.
One was enough" replied the
broker. Consolidated Wire did the
trick
Quite an unexpected drop, wasn't
it?" the young journalist commented.
oh, by the way" he added lightly.
Mr.. Brand. Of the Hudson company.
has been trading in Consolidated
suppose he took a tumble, too"
Henning laughed outright.
Yes. he took a tumble all right, but
he took 1t first-before the drop-and
sold. Stocks go up on rising mar
ket," he said placidly. They go so far
and then they usually go down"
And very reasonable of them, too"
Dick feigned no surprise at Brands
| good fortune. He got up and walked
about the room. inspecting, in turn,
the mural decorations. Then quite
casually he fingered a pad of paper on
the brokers' desk and toyed with con
venient pencil. Unwittingly he drew
some little lines on the paper, two
vertical, and across them. two hori-
| zontal ones. Then he drew them
again-a double cross.
Henning, keen observer of this
| artistic trifling, Redeemed slightly, but
his immobile features underwent no
| change. He watched the writer reach
opened the door the broker offered no
| commonplace good-by. His words
might have seemed somewhat irrele-
want, but for the little cross Dick had
! scratched upon the pad
Meade" he said, without rising,
you're wasting your time at that
| magazine stuff. Why don't you come
down here and get in with the live
ones? You could make your fortune
in the street beyond a doubt"
Thanks" answered the journalist
complacently. Coming from you that's
quite a compliment. But even a broker
cant ignore some truths. If you don't
mind III sive you motto for Wall
street. Unto him that hath shall be
given and from him that hath not shall
be taken even more than he hath A
slight revision of the original text but
;or the purpose a just one. Good-by,
Henning."
Watt" called the broker.
Dick turned
wait. l didn't know Reynolds was
such a friend of yours. Maybe he isn't
fiat Maybe we can fix him up bit"
I'm afraid not" Dick answered,
From what | knew and from what I've
learned now, l fear he's past fixing
He went out into the crowd. 1t was
four o'clock Wall and Broad streets
were filed with hurrying, scurrying
throng.
Dick. in no mood for haste. was
showed and jostled, as he Rugged the
sides Of buildings in his more leisurely
progress toward the subway. When he
saw the mobs pouring down into the
tube at Wall and at Dey streets he
wormed his way northward along
Broadway till he found taxi and head
ed for the Thirty-fourth street ferry.
The boat made it's slip at Long
Island City and he caught a train for
Bayside where the Reynolds lived.
Where they lived. but would live no
more. Poor Bob he thought, and poor
Jane! For his heart went out to Jane
as much as to his friend. She was but
girl. blinded by the glamor with
which the trap had been baited and
Bob was a man who had stepped bold
ly into it.
The end had come quicker than Dick
thought it would 1t was but matter
of time, he knew. but he would have
given Bob more than a year.
He learned that the Reynolds house
was some thirty minutes walk from
the station. He could find no means
of conveyance, so he set out on foot
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