The Washington herald., 1915-07-18


| ters vaguely.
Hope you won't miss the money"
| limited Charley slyly.
But l have a tip" Miss King
| avowed. Boston Copper. 1t is going
up, they say; or perhaps it's going
down; l can't seem to remember"
Mr.. Teeters shook his head wisely
Better not" he cautioned. Put it
in a turkey rattle. Thanksgiving's COM
ing"
, Miss King arched her brows at him.
You're so quaint" she laughed
But seriously, / want to make use or
my tip. Only. you see, I don't know
just how to do it.
Neither do We" admitted Charley
| frankly. Might well own up,
Skeeters."
Dear me. how funny" trilled the
young woman. We're all in the woods
together. I could ask Git & Gott. 1
suppose. They are the brokers recon-
mended TO me-a very relia BILE house
But | dislike the idea of going down
there: tit is so public And besides
, I'm friEhtfully busy during the day"
She slipped her wine with tiny
puzzled frown that became her might
lily.
by George. Say" cried Charley, re-
spending to the frown. Well see Git
q Gott for you. In the morning. Find
out what to do"
"Oh, wouldNyou?" Miss Kings voice
nuttcred bewitchinGlv. wouldn't it
be too much trouble"
Hear that. Shelters? TROUBLE"
whats the bet?" inquired Mr.. Tee
ters indulgently. "A ten spot"
Ten dollars" The lady looked
| amazed. ''Why-rm going to put a
thousand dollars in it,
Mr. TppIprS raSDed and poprle5 at
her
Merry Moses. Going to buy the
junk and take it home with YOU"
Miss King laughed again.
I'm going to margin it think
that's what they call it. You put up
so much money and wait while
only Il day sometimes-then they pay
YOU what it wins"
Sounds simple" said Charley.
"Oh, it's awfully simple" agreed
Miss King Caily. "Gitt & Gott will ex-
plain il to you. l will give you a
check for them after dinner-a New
York draft Could you meet me in the
parlor. at half-rast eight"
Gould We? Well look like we were
growing there" Mr.. Teeters assured
her CALAMITY.
one in passing paused and tapped
Charley on the shoulder.
Hello. sport: Hello. Merciful," sa-
lutcd this person airily. What are
they quoting blue feas at today
charley looked up with a grin. A
slim young fellow with clear blue
eyes Crinned hack at him It was
Mr.. Theodore Ball. sporting editor of
the Evening Scream.
Teddy" Charley's voice rang with
plca"ed surprise. BY George! Luck,
Sit down. Miss King, Teddy Ball
Knows everything
The lady acknowledged the introduce
ton without signal enthusiasm. Mr.
Balls eyes were bold and his man
ner was assured. A pretty woman
likes to be approached with defer
enCe.
What do you want to know. little
boy: Tucried the sporting editor
easily. They came to me when they
wrote the cyclopedia''
Got n tip. Wall Street. Boston Cop
per-" Charley told him. Don't know
what 10 do with It,"
Hand it to a broker and begin to
save again" returned the Scream man
L had a tip once and didn't get over
Il for 4 year"
How unfortunate" condoled Miss
King. There was touch of irony in
her tone. You wouldn't advise me-
then. TO try my luck-not with a per-
feCtly good tip? From the inside"
They're all from the inside" Mr.
BALL rejoined With a good-natured
laugh But you want 10 know what
to do with your thousand? All right
II will margin a hundred shares of
Copper ten points. If you buy you'll
make hundNi dollars for every
point Copper goes up. If you sell you'll
make the same for every point it
drops. It's only little matter of get
ting in and getting out. If you guess
right you can't go wrong. Easy as
counting the bristles in brush
Thank YOU SO much" said the lady
with a mockinC smile. Nothing could
h" clearer" She rose is she spoke. ct
must he going now. No. please don't"
as the young men stood up. Il would
much rather you finished your cigars
in comfort"
For a moment she let her eyes lin
ger on Charley's. They held a ques-
tion. Half past eight" they said. and
Charley. reading the question hut lack
inc skill in wireless biography. sem
aphored tn" answer II was wink,
honest and hearty as himself.
Miss King turned. a little hastily.
and swept down the room Mr.. Ball
wat"h'd her 20. and then he slowed
around in his chair TO Mr.. Carter.
"Whcrc did you meet mother" he
inquirer pleasantly.
"'M"thcr"' oh. l say. Teddy" pro-
tes; d IIr. Carter.
"Why. YOU kid" booted his friend.
"sh"s six laps ahead of you II she's
a minute. Thirty in the shade what's
the gam" anyway"
Charley told him how they had met,
and 'he program for the morning.
"I.""k here" said Mr.. Ball, when
he had the story. you keep away
from Wall Street. Mr.. ComeOn Char
Icy Don't mix up with it
Take Il twist around yourself,
Teddy" admonished Mr.. Teeters
"You'rc coming loose. We amt going
for ourselves; were going for
friend
Mr.. hall studied the two through n
haze of smoke Then he asked
Ever sec tout"
What does ii look like" Mr.. Tee
tcrs wanted to know.
sometimes said Mr.. Ball slowly.
cit looks like one thing and sometimes
like another. And il bites. Hello,
There's Mack of the Nationals hailins
me from the door. See you later"
He went away and left them to their
reflections
Mr. Carters flaminG-red touring car
stood before Git & Colts margin shop
down where the cypress grows. 1t was
half-past ten on Tuesday. Mr.. Carter
and Mr. TcetcrS were inside in Mr.
Colts private office.
Mr. GOtt was little lean man of
most benevolent aspect, due prin-
cipally to Il set OF antique and lux
uriant Burnsides which he kept care