Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 109: what you’re looking at

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A - - ih s held the dae ~—2% and while he read it. bit of pasteboard as though it were a lve snake. This was the message that he read: Buy Consolidated Electric. Ie will go to {Wem v-Sit “ Ther don’t care how fast I get rich,” he murmured to himself. Ptacmg the card tenderly in his pocket he took his way to the Elevated. Upon reaching the broker's office he dragged his friend mto a comer and whis- pered a few short words into his ear. “Now.” he finished. “Don’t. for Heaven’s sake, blame me if the confounded thing goes down!” “ Consolidated Electric!” Joe exclaimed in alarm. “ You don’t mean to tell me you are going to buy that? Not at this ume!” “If not sooner,” Sam nodded. “ Stick around and watch.” He had shaken off his fear of losmg. Those postals were coming from some one, or something, with inside information of a kind not to be lightly disregarded. The writing was the same. stil? small and cramped, scrawled with the stub of a pencil. Sam didn’t know why he felt that rt was the stub of a pencil. but his mimd was very clear on this point. And another thmg he was sure of, the old lady with the bonnet Was writing the cards. Consolidated Electric imcreased Sam’s fortune to such proportions that he was be- ginning not to care how much more he made. With what he already had he and Constance could laugh at Mr. Gunning. and do it to his face. But Constance was not to be found. When he called her house a disagreeable man’s voice informed him that Miss Constance had gone away, and that be was under orders not to disclose her address. Sam groaned in an agony of spirit and went to the theater where he sat all by him- self im a stage box and stared morosely at i his tife While am a photographer snapped Lea ~ But how much pn yal reporter asked, not without a touct of erry’ “YT don’t know.” Sam anne ad Ht haven't had time to count it up.’ . The reporter made a note of this, and signaling to the photographer, departed to | do his worst with the power of the press. This, when it was helped out by some genius of the copy desk, was quite and Sam beheld the smudged picture himself over the following captian: Samuel Hilton, the boy fimancial king of Wall Street. who has won an enormous for- tume during the past two weeks by his almost uncanny stock tramsactions. Above the picture, and spread across three columns, big black type announced to Sam that he was fighting Wall Street to a standstill, and that he was too busy to count up his profits. That's nice, that is!” Sam exclaimed hotly. - Now, whoever it is that’s sending me those cards will know all about it! I may as well expect to be bombed to-night.” He was about to throw away the paper when his eye fell on another headline. stuck inconspicuously down in one corner of the sheet. It read as follows: CLAIRVOYANT ROUTS JUDGE Woman Tells Judge Braid’s Inside History and was perusing a short account of id Murry of East New York.” who had ual the court room in an uproar oa claimed to receive a message from guide who. so Mrs. een : comic