The Arizona copper camp., 1920-05-22

Ndo AlNIAS al LIS eCluD lIleSG -udSS HIS
wife and daughter having gone abroad
for the summer. Gail over but the
shouting. Tomorrow I'll finish him.
He'll be snapped out of the Chicago
wheat pit like gnat-just as l once
told him long time ago."
simultaneously with the dawning of
the third day Of battle Otis took the
aggressive. And simultaneously there
came surprise. His promises of
wheat were gobbled up as fast as they
were offered. Buying orders pouredin
from all sides, deluging his traders. He
increased his selling. The buying like
wise increased. He began to fight des-
perately, flooding the pit with his sell
ing commands. But it was as though
he poured sand in the ocean.
Fitzhugh had not appeared on the
"foor" since the first day. From his
private Office he sent orders to dozen
or more brokers. All these orders
were, BUY July wheat" All were to
take effect this morning. He cabled
his representatives in Liverpool and
Paris. These cablegrams also read,
"Buy July wheat" They, too, became
effective this morning. In all, he is
sued instructions to purchase twelve
million bushels, or approximately
double the amount he had sold on the
prior two days.
The market that morning was like
kite in a. windstorm. 1t zigzagged
crafty. Shortly, however, it steadied.
hung stationary an instant, then
bounded upward. Up, tugging deter
minedly, it climbed with a rapidity
that outstripped its falling the day be-
fore. Otis gave orders to cease all sell
/ ing. Like a'released spring, the price.
leaped higher still. At the close of the
days session it stood at dollar and
twenty-five cents, with tendency to
mount beyond.
The next day was Sunday. Mon
days trading increased in frenzy.
The price ascended more and more
stifiy. Otis did nothing. He dared not
cover his promises By buying. BY so
doing he would put up the price on
himself. He dared not sell, for every
bushel he sold would be sold at loss.
Word passed swiftly from mouth to
mouth that Symington Otis, the big
bear, had fought his final fight and was
down last.
Near the close of the days session.
without exactly knowing why, heswent
on the .floor'' for a few minutes. "A
man. shouted in his ear:
"July's gone to dollar and a half!'
Without answering, without even
looking at the man, he stood watch
ing the monster turmoil. The uproar
was deafening.
The old speculator turned away.
Very carefully, very slowly, he made
his way through the hurly-burly. de-
scended the steps that led to the
ground floor, his hand sliding jerkily
along the banister. When he entered
his brokers' office his hair was no more
white than his face, and as he sat
down and held his hand moment over
his eyes his fingers trembled as one af-
ficted with palsy. 1t was the first time
in his twenty-odd years of specializing
that he had been seen unnerved. He
looked at his broker and shook his
head.
"He's done it," he said, with pitia-
bic pretense Of smiling. fHe's done
it, Howard. He's got us. He's cor
nered the market
Authoritative news Of the corner
went out over The land. The name Of
Daniel Randolph Fitzhugh loomed
gigantic on the finabcial horizon. He
controlled all the wheat. He could
exactffor it whatever price he wanted.
If he chose, he could get fifty dollars
a bushel.
He was the King Of Wheat.
His name became a household word.
Scarcely a man, woman, or child in the
middle West but prattled of him. The
farmers lauded him as a tbenefactorl of
humanity. Others condemned him as
thief Thousands, of letters of-every
description flooded his mail. Loaves
Of bread dwindled in size. Mutterings
reached him. His life was threatened.
His wealth multiplied with prodi-
gious leaps. At no time could he tell
how much he was worth. He knew it
was more than fifteen millions and less
than thirty.
Then there came day when he was
to settle with Otis. The defeated
gladiator made the appointment for
eleven o'clock that morning in Fitz-
hugh's Office.
AT five minutes to eleven Fitzhugh
was alone awaiting him. He had given
orders that none but Otis was to be
admitted, and that afterward they
were not to be disturbed. AS hetlolled
back in his cushioned chair before the
mahogany desk. and gaZed round the
luxurious room, a reverie came over
him. He recalled his first venture in
wheat, made with a few thousands
won in a poker game: he remembered
the time he had worked for Quigg for
four hundred dollars a month. And
then, his memory slipping his control