The Carlisle independent., 1915-02-11

You don't expect me to cell my GUS l 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 Henning was unable to evade his look
 Don't bubble with me. Henning." he counseled. You know that my in- 1 quiries into Reynolds business aren't calculated to do him harm. I have heard something which makes me think he was caught pretty bad today. Now it's yes, or no. If 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. We'll then. he was hit plenty. About forty thousand. and if know anything about MT. Reynolds affairs, he was cleaned"
 All 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, MT. Brand, of the Hudson company. has been trading in Consolidated. suppose he took tumble, too"
 Henning laughed outright
 Yes, he took tumble all right. but he took 1t first-before the drop-and sold. Stocks go up on a rising mar ket," he said placidly. They go so far and then they usually go down"
 And very reasonable of them, too.S Dick feigned no surprise at Brands good fortune. He got up and walked 1 about the room, inspecting, in turn, the mural decorations. Then quite casually he fingered 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, a keen observer of this artistic trifling, reddened slightly, but his immobile features underwent no change. He watched the writer reach for his hat and neither spoke. As Dick opened the door the broker offered no commonplace good-by. His words 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 broker can't ignore some truths. If you don't mind I'll give you a 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 for the purpose just one. Good-by, Henning."
 "Waiti" called the broker.
 Dick turned.
 Wait. I didn't know Reynolds WAS such friend of yours. Maybe he isn't 1 fiat Maybe we can fix him up bit" :"
 I'm afraid not" Dick answered. From what knew and from what I've learned now, I fear he's past fixing"
 He went out into the crowd. It WAS four o'clock Wall and Broad streets were filled with hurrying. scurrying throng.
 {n showed and jostled, as he hugged 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 train for Bayside where the Reynolds lived. Where they lived, but would live no more Poor Bob! he thought, and poor JaneI For his heart went out to Jane as much as to his friend. She was but girl, blinded by she glamor with which the trap had been baited and | Bob was a man who had stepped bold ly into 1t.
 The end had come huicker than Dick thought it would. It was but matter of time, he knew, but he would have given Bob more than 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.
 (TO BE CONTINUED