The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1920-09-24

His correct morning attire. fault
less, well-tailOred. expensive; his fire
ly pointed beard and mustache brushed
ion. even the red flower In his button
hole, lent to his inches an air of dis
tinction foreign to Chicago's higgledy-
piggledy financial district. He was
acting perfectly the popular conception
Of gentleman of leisure" and
quick, sidelong glances of surreptitiOus
interest were cast his way by the hur-
rying clerks and traders. pressing
down La Sale street toward the board
Of trade, as he entered the building
where was the abode of Quigg and
Peevy.
On a narrow platform before the
blackboard which extended the length
of the customers room" phlegmatic
youth walked up and down chalking
mystical figures, while the telegraph
instrument in little box at one end
chartered it's interminable tale. In
the three rows of chairs, also spanning
the rooms length, sat men, we'll
dressed and nondescript, the latter, jot-
ting in dog-eared memorandum books
with stub pencils, the former watch
ing the blackboard and cOnversing
earnestly about market conditions
Messenger boys scuttled to and fro
across the floor, clutching at their
caps, slapping their books shut, enter.
In Loo
whence issued the clickety- click click
of a battery of typewriters.
And in all this feverish animation
there was something vaguely artificial
too subtle for the casual onlooker
perhaps, but there nevertheless.
AS Fitzhugh entered, casting bored
glance around the place, he was met
by a uniformed negro, who said: ''Mr
Quigg says tell you please, sub. step
inter his private Office at once, subj"
The preceding night, in Quigg's
rooms in a hotel, Fitzhugh had been
thoroughly appraised of the nature OF
his post. There had even been IRE
hearsals," He was therefore not un
prepared for what followed his en-
trance into Quigg's sanctum.
Mr.. Quigg, large and prosperous
held large cigar in large hand. and
occupied large chair before a large
desk, near which sat colorless, com
monplace, inconspicuOus man who's,
weak face was at once inquiring ant
impressionable. Near by stock
ticker unwound it's tape into wicke
waste-basket, and from partly-oper
door came the furious Gathering o
many typewriters. And here, as il
the outer room, there was an I'm
natural nOte-faint. almost indistin
guishable, but discordant all thu
same.
AS Fitzhugh entered Quigg glance,
up. then leaned toward the cOlOrles
one and said something in low voice
Not 50 low, however, but that Fitz
hugh caught some fragments: pat
| tingtOn Eastern capitalist
Worth ten millions If he's worth
| nickel"
This was Fitzhugh's cue. Instant,
his bearing changed. His tired al
vanished. His eye, languidly super
| cilious a moment before, became colo
arrogant. alert. He was no longer til
blase aristOcrat. He was now IT,
| high-tensioned financier, whose mir
utes were diamond-studded. He stoO
at the door. a slight scOwl gatherin
between his brows, his right thuni
and second finger swapping impatient
ly. Thus until he received his mex
| cue.
"Ah, good-morning, Mr.. Pattington.
Quigg rose, smiling deferentially. al
motioned to chair. wont you 81
down? shall be at leisure presently.
Fitzhugh's frown grew little hea,
Ter, his eye little harder. II wa
told could have an interview. wit