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About The Nebraska advertiser. (Nemaha City, Neb.) 18??-1909 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 8, 1907)
CHAPTER IX. Continued. "Men of Wall street, It la impossible to prevent the repetition of those acts by which in live years I have accumu lated a billion dollars, impossible so Ions as a short sale or a repurchase aud resale, is allowed. When short sales, and repurchases and resales, aro made impossible, stock speculation will bo dead. When stock speculation is dead, the people can no longer bo robbed by the 'System.' In lcaylng you, the exchange, and stock-gambling forever, as 1 slmll when 1 leave this platform, I will say from the depth of a heart that has been broken, from tho profoundlty of a soul that has been withered by the 'System's poison, with a full sense of my responsibility to my fellow-man and to my God, that I ad vlso every one of you to do wlfnt I haye done and to do it quickly, before the doing of it by others shall have made it impossible, before the doing of It by others shall have blown up the whole stock-gambling structure. In accepting my advice you can quiet your conscience, those of you who have any, with this argument: 'If I start, I am suro of success. If I suc ceed, no one will bo the wiser, fho millions I secure I will take from men who took them from others, and who would take mine. The more 1 and others take, the sooner will come the day when the stock-gambling struc ture will fall.' "The day on which the stock-gam-.bliug structure falls Is the day for which all honest men and women should pray." Dob Brownley paused and let his eyes sweep his dumfounded audience. There was not a murmur. The crowd was speechless. Again his eyes swept the room. Then he slowly raised his right hand with fist clenched, as though about to deal a blow. "Men of Wall street" his voice was " now deep and solemn "to show that Robert Brownley knew what was fit ting for tho last day of his career, ho ha3 revealed to you tho trick aud more. "Many of you are desperate. Many of you by to-morrow will be ruined. The time of all times for such to put my trick in practice Is now. The vic tim of victims is ready for tho experi ment. I am he. I have a billion dol lars. With this billion dollars I am ablo to buy 10,000,000 shares of tho leading stocks and to pay for them, even though after I havo bought they fall a hundred dollars a share. Hero is your chance to prevent your ruin, your chance to retrieve your fortune, your chance to secure revenge upon me, tho ono who has robbed you." He paused only long enough for his astounding advico to connect with his listeners' now keenly sensitive nerve centers; then deep and clear rang out, "Barry Conant." The wiry form of Bob's old antagonist leaped to the ros trum. "I authorize you to buy any part of 10;000,000 shares of tho leading stocks at any price up to 50 points above tho present market. There is my check book signed in blank, and I authorize you to use it up to a billion dollars, and I agree to havo in bank to-morrow sufficient funds to meet any checks you draw. You have failed to-day for seven millions, and, therefore, cannot trade, but I herewith innounco that I will pay all tho Indebtedness, of Barry Oonant and his house. Therefore ho is now in good standing." Bob had kept his eyo on tho great clock; as tho last word passed his Jlps, the presi dent's gavel descended. With a mighty rush tho gamblers louped for tho dlfforont poles. Barry uona-nt witn ngntning rapidity gavo his orders to 20 of his assistants, who, whon Bob Brownley called for Conant, had gathered around their chief. In less than a minuto the dollar-battlo of the ago was on, a battle such as no man had ever seen before. It required no supernatural wisdom for nny man on tho floor to see that Bob Brownloy's seed had fallen in superheated soil, that his until now secret helllto was about to be tested. It needed no ex port In tho mystic art of deciphering tho wall hieroglyphics of Old Hag Pate to sco that tho hands on tho clock of tho "System" were approaching 12. It needed no ear trained to hear human heart and soul beats to detect tho ap proaching sound of onrushlng doom to tho stock-gambling structure. The deafening roar of tho brokers that had broken tho stillness following Robert Brownloy's fateful speech had awak oned echoes that threatened to shako down the exchange walls. Tho surg ing mob on the ontsido was roaring like a million hungry lions in an Ar bestan run at slaughter time. CHAPTER X. Tho Instant after tho gong sounded Bob Brow'nley was alono on the iloor at tho foot of the president's desk. His form was swaying like a reed on tho edge of the cyclone's path. 1 jumped to his side. His brother, who had during Bob's harangue been vain ly endeavoring to beat his way through the crowd, was there first. "For God's sake, Bob, hear me. Word enme from your houso half an hour ago of the miracle: Bculah has awak ened to her past. Her mind is clear; tho nurses are frantic for you to come to her." He got no further. With a mad bel low and a bound, like a tortured bull that sees the arena walls go down, Bob rushed out through tho noarost door. which, I thanked God. was a sido one Beulah Sands leading to tho street where the crowd was thinnest. Ho cast a .wild look around. His eyes lighted on an empty automobile whose chauffour had do- serted to the crowd. It was tho work or a second to crank It; of another to jump Into the front seat. Quick as had been his movement, I was behind him In the rear seat. With a bound the great machine leaped through the crowd. "In tho name of Christ, Bob, be care ful," I yelled, as ho hurled the iron monster through tho throng, scatter ing it to the right arTtr- left as tho mower scatters tho sheaves in tho wheat fields. Some wero crushed be neath its wheels. Bob Brownley heard not their screams, heard not tho curses of thoso who escaped. He was on his feet, his body crouched low over tho steering wheel, which ho grasped in Ills vlco-llko hands. Ills hatless head was thrust far out, as though it strove to get to Beulah Sands ahead of his body. Ills tooth wero set, and as I had jumped into the machino I had noted that his eyes wero thoso of a maniac, who saw sanity just ahead if ho could hut get to It in time. His ears wero deaf not mly to tho howl of the terrified throng md tho curses of tho teamsters whe ,'rnntlcally pulled tholr horses to the ntrb, but to my warnings as well. He iwung tho machino around the cornoi it Now street and Into Wall as thougl it had been tho broadest boulevard In Lho park. Ho took Wall street at a hound I was suro would land us through tho fence Into Trinity's churchyard. But no. Again ho turned tho corner, throwing thp Juggernaut m Its outsldo wheels from Wall street 'nto Broadway us tho crowds on tho 3ldoralk hold tholr breath in horror. 1, too, was on my feot. but crouching as I hung to tho sides. Thank Clod, that usually crowded thoroughfare was free from vehicles as far up as 1 could see, on beyond tho Astor house. What could it mean 7 Was that divinity which 'tis said protects tho drunkard and tho Idiot about to aid tho mad rush of this lovo-frenzlcd creaturo to his long-lost but newly returned dour one? I heard tho frantic clang of gongs, nnd ns wo shot by the World building, I saw ahead of us two plung ing automobiles filled with men. 'Twas rrom them tho gong clamor soundod. As wo drew nearer I saw that theso were tho cars of tho llro chlofs answer ing a call. I thanked God again and again as I yelled into Bob's ear, "For Boulah's sake, Bob, don't pass; If you do, we'll run into a blockade. If wo keep in the rear they'll clear our way, and wo may get to her alive." I do not know whether ho hoard, but ho held tho machino In tho rear of tho other cars and did not try to puss. Away wo went on our mad rush through crowded Broadway. At Union Snuaro wo lost our way-clearors. As our automobllo jumped ueross Four- teonth street into Fourth avenue, Bob must have oponed her up to tho last notch, for sho seemed to leap through the air. We sent two wagons crash ing across tho sidewalks into tho build ings. Cries of rage arose above tho din of tho machino, and seemed to fol low in our wake. Bob was dead to all wo passed. His entire being seemed set on what was ahead. I know he was an expert in tho handling of tho automobile, for slnco his misfortune, automoblllng with Beulah Sands had been his favorite pastime, but who Was Dead. could expect to carry that plunging, swaying car to Forty-second stroot! Boo seemed to ho performing tho won drous task. Wo shot from curb to curb and around and in front of vohl cles and foot passengers as though tho driver's eyes and hands were lu spirod. Across tho square at last and on up Fourth avenue to TwenU -sixth street. Then a dizzying whirl .nto Madison. Was lie going to keep to it until ho got to Forty-second street and try to make Fifth avenuo along that congested bjock with Its crush of Grand Central passengers and linos upon lines of hacks and teams? No. Ills head must bo clear. Again ho. throw the great machino around tho corner and Into Fortieth street. For a part of the block our wheels rodo tho sidewalk and I awaited tho crash. It did not come. Surely tho now world Bob was speeding to must be a kind ono, olso why should Hag Fate, who had been at tho steering wneel of his life-car during tho last live years, carry him sufely through what looked a dozen sure deaths? Without slacking speed a Jot we swung around tho corner of Fortieth into Fifth avenue. Tho road was clear to Forty-second; tnoro a lense Jam of cars, teams and carriages blockod tho crossing. Bob must havo seen the solid wall for I heard his i( w muttered curso. Nothing else to indicate that wo were blocked with his goal In sight. Ho nover touched tho speed controller, but took tho two blocks as though shot from a catapult. The two? No, ono, and three-quarters of tho next, for when within a scoro of yards of tho black wall ho Jammed down tho brakos, und tho Iron mass ground and shook as though It would rend Itself to atoms, but It stopped with Ma dasher and front wheels Kb jiuw iiui nwiuu "inn uun WHO Ul'i nnd up the avenue like a hound on tho end-ln-slght trail. I was after him while tho astonished byatandors,'Htnred in wonder. As we neared Bob's houso I could see people on the stoop. I heard Hob's secretary shout. "Thank God, Mr. Brownley, you have come. Sho is In the office. 1 found her there, quiet and recovered. Sho did not ask a question. Sho said, 'Toll Mr. Brown ley when he comes that I should llko to see him.' Then she ordered mo to get tho afternoon paper. I handed it to her an hour ngo. I think she be lieves herself in iter old office. 1 shut off tho floor as you Instructed. I did not dnro go to her for fear sho -would ask questions. 1 havo" -but Bob was up the stairs two and three stops at a time. My breath was almost gone and It took mo minutes to get to the second lloor. My feet touched the lop atnlr, when, O God! that sound! For fivo long years I had been trying to got It out of my oars, but now more guttural, more agonized than before, It broko upon my tortured Bouses. I did not need to seek Its direction. With a bound I wns at tho threshold of Bculah Sands-Brownley's office. In thnt brlof tlmo tho groans had stilled. For ono Instant I closed my eyes, for tho very atmosphere of that hall moaned and groaned death. I opened them. Yes, I knew It. There nt the desk was tho beautiful gray-clad figuro of fivo years ago. Thero tho two arms resting on tho desk. Thoro tho two beautiful hands holding the open paper, but tho eyes, thoso marvellous gray-bluo doors to an immortal soul thoy were closed forever. Tho oxqulsltoly beautiful face was cold and white and peaceful. Beulah Sands was dead. Tho hell hounds of tho "System" had overtakon its maimed and hunted victim; it had added hor beautiful heart to the bags and barrels and hogsheads stored away in its big "buslness-ls-buslness" safo dopqstt vaults. My eyes In sick pity sought tho form of my old schoolmate, my collego chum, niy partner, my friend, tho man I loved. Ho was on his knees. His agonized faco was turned to his wife. His clasped hands had been raised In an awful, heart crushing prayer as his Maker touched tho bell. Bob Brownloy's great brown eyes were closed, his clasped hands hnd dropped against his wlfo's head, and in dropping had unloosed the glorious golden-brown waves uulll In fond abandon thoy had colled around his arms and brow as though sho for whom he had sacrificed all was shield lug his beloved head from the chills aud dark mists of the black rivor that laps tho brink of tho eternal rest. Tho "System" hnd skewered Robort Brown ley's heart, too. I staggered to his side. As I touched his now fast-Icing brow my eyes fell upon tho groat black headlines spread across tho top of tho paper that Beulah Sands had been rending when tho all-kind God had cut her bonds: FRIDAY, THE THIRTEENTH. And beneath In one column: TERRIBLE TRAGEDY IN VIRGINIA. The Richest Man In the State, Thomas Rclnhart, Multi-millionaire, while Temporarily Insane from the Loss of His Wife and Daughter, and of His Enormous Fortune, Which Was Shattered in To-day's' Awful Panic, Cut His Throat. His death was Instantaneous. In another column; Robert Brownley Creates the Most Awful Panic In History and Spreads Wreck and Ruin Throughout the Civilized World. TUB END. Where He Saw a Crowd. Uncle Constantino, from Fishklll Landing, was in town recently, for tho first tlmo In 30 years, according to tho Now York Times. His relatives wero industrious In showing him tho sights, but it was cxtromely difficult to get him to express surprlso at anything. Ho even mado disparaging comments, now and then, upon whut ho saw, nnd drow comparisons favorable to his own town. One afternoon thoy at tended a crowded performance at tho circus. "Undo Constantino," asked his niece, "did you ever see such a num ber of people gathered together be fore?" "Well," said tho old man slow ly, as his eye ran critically over tho thousands that filled tho garden, "I don't know as I over did In a bulldln', but I have to a bush-meotln'!" Easily Explained. Her name was Marjorlo and she was tho sweetest child in tho world, with ull n child's wonderful thirst for tho most out-of-the-way information. Sho had asked hor mother to explain to her what wlrolcss telegraphy was, Marjorlo had ofton heard hor father talking of wireless telegraphy, and sho wanted to know all about It. So hor mother tried to make it clear and ex plained how thero wero two long sticks standing high up in tho air a vory long way from each other, and how a mos sago was sent from tho ono stick and "Oh, I know," broko in Mar jorlo, "thon God hoars and tolls the other people. wedgotl In between u car and a dray. J The Worst Wag Yet to Come. A southern pulpit orator, one Sun day morning, was describing tho ox-" perienco of tho prodigal son, In his endeavor to impress his henrors with tho shame and remorse that this young man felt nnd his dcslro to cast away his wicked doings, ho opoko thus: "DIs young man got to thinking- about his meanness and his misery, and ho tuk off his coat and frowed It nwny. Aud don ho tuk off his vest and frowed dat away. And don ho tuk. off his shirt nnd frowed dat away too. And don ho como to hlsself." NIGHT SWEATS, NO APPETITE, USED PF-RU-NA. MRS. LIZZIE LOI1R, 1156 W. lath St., Chicago, 111., writes: "I ttilco pleasure In writing you these few lines, thinking thero may be other women suffering tho 8am as Illd. "I had my complaints for over n year, night sweats nil winter and nonppctlte. I was run-down so far that 1 had to hit down to do my cooking, I was. so weak. "I tried mnnv different medicines and doctors also. Nothing scorned to- do me any good. Tho doctors wanted to oper ate on. me. 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