The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-02-18
CHAPTER XIX.
Unto Him That Hath.

OHto rIiUl ! nat fldtH'
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, a "muck-raker' and
crops were fine.
If year had wrought so much to
the detriment OF Bob. 1t had been, on
the other hand, eqRlly beneficent to
Dick. In the clearness of eye, direct
ness OF manner and quiet reserve, one
read accomplishment OF purpose. Dick
was a 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
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 a restless spirit OF In
quiry and conjecture, but with calm
observance and quiet analysis. Dick
was still a 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
soon at his friend or rail at his ira
ducer. 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 Q
victim, for at first the system hac
merely stolen part of the mans earn
ing power and now II 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 hnC
not simply wondered and dreamed. HI
had watched. He had kept himself in
formed about Bob, ready when the in
evitable should come, to extend thu
needed aid.
! Dick rose now, put on we'll fittini
tweed coat and walked leisurely owe
3 70 the subway. He got on at Wal
8 street and made his way to the office
3 OF a prominent broker He gave hi
card to one OF the clerks and In
5 moment was shown into the privat
( sanctum of the firms head.
: Hello, Meade" the broker greeted
q you look prosperous. What can d
. for you. business?"
J. The young writer smiled and twirle
his stick.
d NO" he replied, 81 guess you've ha
about enough for one day. Broke prett
o good for you, didn't itr'
g "In amount OF trade, yes. That's tn
e only way It ever breaks good for Vi
Q Commissions are all we ask. Mead
8 Never speculate"
s The broker pressed his lips frml
d together as II he feared they migt
II part and curl into treacherous grin
It tut, tut" his caller cautioned. "yo
b might make It seldom, to say tn
least" But he changed his banterin
d tone to one OF sharp businesslike Il
|; fection.
It "Henning." he said, time is none
h to you and TO me. too. know som
It thing and want to know little NOR
.. Bob Reynolds speculates through yo,
I. house. There was an awful slump
10 Consolidated Wire today. How bad
10 was he stung on itf'
why. that's confidential. Mead