Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-06-09

cheap and still so utterly beyond her
Yes, the necklace was still there-a
prope bauble to occupy the entire
blue, velvet-lined show-window. He
quickly entered the shop, chuckling
to himself as he more TRANQUILITY
made his way home, the jewel box in
his pocket.
Bundles were scattered about the
floor when he entered. the bundles
that always greeted him. But he did
not care o though before each
bundle had racked the very soul of
him. as he saw in it another stone
heaped upon the towering pyramid Of
debt. He slipped up behind her,
fastening the necklace of pearls about
her no less lustrous neck, revelling in
the beautiful creatures delight.
Her hand tightly clasping his they
sat before the mirror, revealing in the
necklace. AlEeady her brain over
flowed with ideas of how best to show
it OF, the shade of color. the hat. the
slippers
gown-very plain and very severe and
very low cut" he volunteered, think
ing OF Lattimer's window.
He flushed under her admiring
look. All men like to be told they
have good taste. To have a
follow that taste is supremest flat
terry.
Joe, dear" she clasped those thrill
ling fingers about his own, drawing
his face very close to hers. a deep.
serious light in her eyes, a SOLDERING
note Of intensity in her voice. we've
always got to have money-we've got
to have II. 1 don't think I could
stand"
You'll never have to stand any
thing else. my butterfly" he laughed.
But in the laugh vas a tiny falsetto
NOE. For just q second he had
glimpsed the yawning precipice ahead.
And he had not swerH ed.
w.
There was something the air of q
tomb about the office of John Field,
Confidential Broker; there was some
thing the sensation OF being about q
corpse when one transacted business
with John Field.
An automaton he was for all the
display of human emotion he had
ever been known TO give. A being
who wrote checks and receipts; who
looked at securities and never the
individual with those icy, hlmy pale
eyes; who spoke into telephones: who
said yes" or mo" and that was all.
- IA sAAAO0 IfEOl
feelinga a crypt Of secrets wal John
Field to those who knew him best.
Which only goes to show that those
who knew John Field best knew moth
ing whatsoever about the man. To
Field, everything was a problem
figures as we'll as men. And Field
had taken unusual pleasure in watt
ing the denouement he figured was
bound to come when the affairs of
the Fourth National were thoroughly
investigated. John Field. having
worked out = puzzle, had . natural
desire to see whether his analysis was
correct.
And still nothing of this showed
on his emotionless face as his cold.
pale eyes rested on the bundle of
bank notes young Joseph Drum had
Just tossed upon his desk. The gl1ncs
he cast he young man was quite as
casual as II had been throughout their
many transactions. dating from some
months back from the petty stock
dabbling period and now cuIminat-
ing In this plunge order. Though the
paying teller's manner was cool, his
hand steady, there was a thickness to
his voice. a hesitancy of speech that
was promptly noted by the broker as
he started to tabulate the order.
Seventy Ave Thousand dollars cash.
Buy one hundred thousand c."
His silent chuckle was checked by
the abrupt entrance of President
Darius Brown-another part of the
5ig-saw puzzle from the working out
of which the dealer in problems had
gained such Keen delight. The bank
er was trembling violently, shaking
like an aspen as he leaned heavily
upon h brokers' desk.
John he finally managed his lips
sufficiently to blurt forth, i've got to
borrow those securities for tomorrow
the securities As collateral I left
with you"
John Field lifted his pale eyes
emotionlessly for one inquiring Sec
ond. No other symptom of surprise
at this astoundingly unbusinesslike
demand did he' betray. Only his lips
closed the tighter.
II know 1t isn't customary. But
you know what the market has done
lately to me. q only want them for
tomorrow when the examiner comeA-
You understa-s~"