Crossville chronicle. [volume] (Crossville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1915-01-06
CHAPTER XIX.
Unto Him That Hath,

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 powerful publication. He
was a valued man, "muckraker" and
crops were fine.
II year had wrought so much to
the detriment Of Bob, 1t had been, on
the other hand. equally beneficent to
Dick. In the clearness Of eye. direct
ness Of manner and quiet reserve, one
read accomplishment OF purpose. Dick
was q success, and the reward Of sue
cess was manifest in his outward ap-
pearance, and his environment. He
sSt at desk as big as Brands In q
suite as finely furnished and as richly
carpeted. He looked out upon 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 socially. but socialist Of
-deedA not word; He hajklealNNdex
1-5u6dEimply the Nt<nta eaeks It'd
the eAtyom ta6 to take more credit
unto himself and ris 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
scoff 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 a 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 we'll fitting
tweed coat and walked leisurely over
to the subway. He got OF at Wall
street and made his way to the Offices
Of a prominent broker. He gave MIS-
card to one of the clerks and in q
moment was shown into the private
sanctum Of the firms head.
Hello, Meade" the broker greeted.
you look prosperous. What can do
for you, business?"
The young writer smiled and twirled
his stick.
NO." he replied, II guess you've had
about enough for one day. Broke pretty
good for you, didn't it,"
I'm amount of trade yes. That's the
only way it ever breaks good for US.
Commissions are all We ask, Meade.
Never speculate"
The broker pressed his lips firmly
together as II he feared they might
part and curl into treacherous grin.
Tut, tut" his caller cautioned. you
might make 1t seldom, to say the
least" But he changed his bantering
tone to one Of sharp businesslike in
Fiction.
"Henning." he said, time Is money
to you and to me, too. 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 confidential, Meade.
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 way that Henning was
unable to evade his look.
Don't quibble with me, Henning."
he counseled. You know that my In