The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-09-20
Hit or Miss
BY VICTOR REDcLlFFE

ihs' LIS pOblllOu Will hHFSueH & To-,
brokers' was becoming more and more
Insecure daily, he felt 1t and feared
that at any hour his employers might
notify him that he was worn out In
harness and a younger man needed In
his place.
II he could only get month off
and rest and recuperatel But his
earnings barely supported his large
family even with those added of his
daughter, stenographer
There was a phase Of the situation,
too, that sorrowed him deeply. Elsie,
his daughter, had been engaged for
two years to an estimable young man
who wished to hurry the union.
Il will not marry until l see my
father once more on his feet" the
loyal daughter had declared.
1t was half an hour before the clos
ing of the stock exchange and Tyrrell
was alone In the Office.
Suddenly the telephone rang and
Tyrrell took up the receiver. MARS
den & Co.. private New York wire,"
came over the phone
"All right" responded Tyrrell, pen
ell in hand.
Your branch office wires: Buy
everything in sight. Beacon Pre-
ferred.'"
Repeat" directed Mr.. Tyrrell. 20.
K" and went over to another phone
and called up the junior partner on
the exchange, repeating the message
hastily, for the order was unusual and
Of Importance and there remained less
than thirty minutes In which the rush
purchase could be effected.
The Junior partner came into the Of
fee putting and painting, half an hour
later
"Whew |" he aspirated. "Some rush.
hope jerks at the New York end
knows his business. We're well into a
hundred thousand dollars on Bea-
but jerks must have a sure tip, or
he wouldn't let us In for half our cap
ital."
Tyrrell went home shortly after
wards. He tried to put on a brave
front, but the gentle cheer Of his wife,
the tender solicitude Of Elsie told him
that they saw how worn and tired he
was, and were anxious to mitigate his
cares.
at mas simply come to point where
you must give up your combining
work." spoke Mrs. Tyrrell, when the
rhI1rar hoA al tn haa
II saw Doctor Lane today and he
says you must get some work that
takes you outside into the open air."
81 have come to that conclusion my
self" agreed Tyrrell. TELL you, Mary,
don't want to break down entirely
and believe will resign my position
tomorrow before 1t is too late. A col
lection agency offers me a place, but
Il Is on a commission basis. It will
give me what I need, though-exercise
and the open air. Shall 7 risk IT."
"You must" urged Mrs. Tyrrell
will make 1t do somehow"
Tyrrell reached the Office the next
morning and resolved TO inform Mr..
Marsden of his decision during the
day 1t was the custom of the affili-
ated brokerage house which furnished
direct wire quotations to Marsden &
Co. to confirm verbal messages by later
written ones. Upon the desk lay one
Of these. AS mere formality Tyrrell
read the Enclosure, preparatory to Al
ing II away.
"Oh, impossibleT he cried, coming
to his feet with sharp gasp and a
blanched face ooh, imposslble!"
He stood staring at the tissue mes
sage. rooted, appalled,, for 1t read:
BUY everything in sight, Beaton
Preferred"
Beaton Utilities-not Beacon Cop
perl His worn hearing had caught the
phone call wrong. A hundred thousand
dollars Invested in Beacon, not Bea-
ton He just managed to totter to
the ticker. His whole form was shak-
ing SIS his eye ran over opening quota
tions- neacon down four points first
cell - he Eastern exchange. His
costly or would ruin the house Of
Mnrst ! s Col
"J''''i on, what's the trouble?' sang
out one Of the Office traders, just en-
tering the door.
"I am faint, +" There Tyrrell
reeed. Just In time the other caught
him, limp, senseIess. He carried him
to settee in an inside office and hur-
ried for a doctor.
Tyrrell opened his eyes amid
babblish confusion. The room was
filed. A physician was just departing,
with the statement that his patient
was all right. Mr.. Marsden and his
partners were jubilating voIubly. The
former darted at Tyrrell and seized
his hand fervently as he discovered
his restoration to consciousness.
"You clever old war horse !" he fair
ly shouted. Beacon has gone up
twenty points and we have made for
tune. Our New York man made a
wrong guess and made 1t Beaton. You
made a mistake and made 1t Beacon,
and Beacon, by some strange hit, went
IN. See here-there's five thousand
dollar check waiting for you, six
months leave of absence and come
back a new man when you get tired of
doing nothing"
So a lucky mistake brought to the
deserving old hero money, a longed-
for rest and son-in-law.
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