The Washington times., 1920-10-31


from under Ms low-hanEing hat
brim that morning. you mark my
words. this Is a time TO SELL"
"An right. Mr.. judd" was the
reply. what shall We sell for your"
"For met Nothin'. But you. son
you look downright troubled-as
II you was long OF stocks. Sell 'em.
say. and take your loss"
Y. haven't share Of stock In the
world" laughed Anthony mirth'
lessly. II never speculate"
The old man wiuked and his
damaged cigar jerked between his
lips.
"Shucks!" he said. Every broker
speculates. They say they don't.
but they do. However. II 80 be you
don't. son. then I'll tell you what's
the matter with YOU"
There's not thing. the matter
with me-"
you're in love!" cried the old
man exultantiy. "In love-that's
what It IS"
Anthony smiled YEARLY and
shook his head.
They're only two things really
bother a young man." pursued
Judd; zones money. the others
women. Put yourself where they
can't touch you and you'll be-
"In jail or dead" laughed An.
thony ruefully.
Happy, Iswas goin' to say" went
on the old man solemnly: but
maybe you're right. Maybe the
only way to steer clear of money
or women n to be in jail-or dead"
Gracious! You are cheerful to-
day, Mr.. judd"
well. this amt cheerful world,
son."
Anthony contrived to elude him,
but he found himself wistfully re-
garding his careless, happy state of
a few weeks ago, when life was so
much less complex.
Ten minutes later, however,
every cloud on his horizon had van
ished into the empyrean. Wilma
had called him up and, with due
regard to the ears of the telephone
girls and switchboard operators,
had informed him that she was
happy as the day was long and that,
instead of going out to dinner. they
would have bite OF supper that
evening In her apartment.
The day wbre on for him In
turbulent completely. There were
consultations with Liggett. talks
with other customers besides the
garrulous Judd, acceptance Of or.
ders, both in the office and over
the telephone for buying and sell
ing, and a discreet notification OF
the customers that their orders had
been executed. The wires, with the
hidden telephone clerk to direct
them, seemed to be the agents OF
that office, as they are OF most
brokerage offices. Somewhere In
a central reservoir called the Stock
Exchange, from which those wires
radiated, was the source OF all OF
these financial transactions varying
in scope from few shares to sew
eral thousands. A mysterious per
sonage at the source called the
floor member kept the flow, back
ward and forward, of executed or
ders. It was remarkable mech
anism and still absorbingly novel
to Anthony.
Cass Liggett himself came fire.
quently from his private room into
the customers room, watching the
board, chatting with customers,
watching Anthony, suggesting, ad.
vising in brief, friendly, often mon
osyllabic words, for he did not ex-
pect too much.
"A five wire," was his comment
to silent partner in an inner room.
"Give him a year or two and he'll
make a good broker"
With a vast relief Anthony left
the office that afternoon without
lingering after the close of the
market for the smoke and intimate
chat over the days battle. He
longed to be by himself. He hated
the subway and generally used the
elevated, but to-day he was uncon-
scious of the STIFFNESS underground
In his effort to reach his room
swiftly. He must be by himself
where he could think undisturbed.
There was the Jim Howard letter
still to write.
How she had kissed him! And
how lovingly her soft arms-those
fragrant arms!-had encircled him.
There never was such a woman.
No one could understand dress and