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IL uy Vi SYNOPSI8. Cll .i TKR I Bob Brownley creates c panic !n Wall strpft. lie is a friend of Jim Randolph of Randolph A Randolph, bankers and brokers. Brownley and Ran dolph had gone to college together and entered the employ of Randolph's father at the clone of coDflRe days. Brownley Is a Virginian by hlrth. Beulah Sands, dauehtor of an old Virginia house, calls on Brownley and tells htm her father has been practically ruined by the stock peratlons of Retnhart. She hopes to 'Utilise her own money In Wall street In .retrieving her faJtWr's fortunes befsre his condition becomes known, and asks for employment In the office that aha may have an opportunity to better understand ;kow her money Is invested. She does not want It used In a purely Wall street Le;amble, but In the buying and selling of legitimate securities. Brownley agrees to I help her, and falls in love with her. i ( CHAPTER II Brownley plunges In i sugar stock. He usrw the money of Miss Sands, his own and In addition Is backed heavily by the Randolph millions. His jooup seems successful, and he tells Miss ! Sands that she has cleared $1,800,000. But I the market had not closed. ', CHAPTER ill flirty Connnt, head 'broker for Standard OH and sugar In terests, suddenly beplnn to sell "sugar." I In the midst of a fantc he breaks the i market and with fts fall carries away Ithe earnings and rruch of the capital of ftooth Miss Sands and himself. A pretty jlove scene occurs between the two at tho office when Bob aJumipts to tell her tho (terrible truth of their fall. Brownley ftakes a trip to Vlastala, I CHAPTER IV Beulah and Bob become rsngaged. Randolph wants to loan her father the money tn .meet his obligations. Bhe refuses. Bob figures on how to beat Wall street at Its own game. Sugar takes another sensational spurt upward, but 'Brownley keeps out. CHAPTER V The "bulls" toss sugar to record breaking point, and the "street" .goes wild. Barry Ocmant, for the "sys tem," pushes prices up and up, and a wonderful clean-up is promised when tho exchange closes, Thursday, November 12. iSugar opens higher Friday morning, No vember 13. When the price had passed isll bounds Brownley steps Into the pit and begins to sell. Hs sells every share "the system's" brokers will take, and pounds tho price down .and down until failures aro of momentary occurrence, and "the .system" has lost millions. Hs has made 'Millions for Beulah Sands and bar father. i orerraoK bod jusi outside tne of fice. I did not speak to him, for I realized that be was la no mood for company. I dropped In behind, de termined that I would not lose sight lot him. It was almost one o'clock. 'Wall street was at Its meridian of Irenes', every one on a wild rush. The day's doings bad packed the always crowded money lane. The newsboys were tmoutlng afternoon editions. "Tentbte panic In Wall street One iinan against millions. Robert Brown ley broke 'the strwi.' Made twenty millions in an buur. Bank failed. 'Wreck and ruin everywhere. Presi dent Snow of Asterfleld National a suicide." Bob gave no sign of hear ting. He strode with a slow, measured gait, his head erect, his eyes staring tohead, a man thinking, thinking, think ing for hra salvation. Many hurrying ;men looked at htm, some with an expression of unutterable hatred, as though they wanted to attack . him. Then again there were those who icalled him by name with a laugh of KJoy; and some turned to watch him .In curiosity. It was easy to pick (he wounded from those who shared In (Lis victory, and from those who knew the frenzied finance buzz-saw only by Uts buzz. Boz saw none. Where could Tie b """Ins? He came to tho bend of the street of coin and crime and crossed Broadway. Ills path was blocked by the fence surrounding old Trinity's churchyard. Grasping the pickets In either hand be stared at tho crumbling headstones of those guardsmen of Mammon who once walked the earth and fought their heart battles, as he was walking and fighting, but who now knew no ten o'clock, no three, who looked upon the stock-gamblers and dollar-trailers: as they looked upon the. worms that honeycombed their headstones' bases.' What thoughts went through Bob. Brownleys mind only his Maker knew. For minutes he stood motlon- Itess, then he walked down Broadway. r 'He went Into the Battery. Tho benches were crowded with that Jet sam and flotsam of bnmanlty that1 New York's mighty sewers throw la armies upon her Inland beaches at very sunrise. Here a sodden brats) leeplng off a prolonged debauch, there .a lad whose frankness of face aad homespun ; clothes and . bewildered yes spelt "from the iarm and mota r's watchful love." On Another bones, an Ratlaa woman who "had a half-dos-n , future dollar . kings and . social ejueens about her,' and whose clothes told of the immigrant sm last 1st port Bob Brownley apparently seat m aer tap ana slept througtr the magic lanes ana isiry woo us oi aresm land. The woman's face was one of those that blend the conldence of girlhood with the uncertainty of wom anhood. 'Twas a pretty face, which had been plainly tagged by its Maker for a light-hearted trip through the world, but it had been seared by the Iron of the city. "Mr. Brownley " She started to rise. He gently pushed her back with a "hush," unwilling to rob the sleepers of their heaven. "What are you doing here, Mrs. ?" He halted. "Mrs. Chase. Mr. Brownley, when me time how queer and unnatural the whole thing seemed. Later, I learned to know that nothing Is queer and unnatural la the world of hnmaa suf fering; that great human suffering turns all that Is queer and unnatural Into commonplace. Next. day Bessie Dv( wn came to our office to see Bob. Not being able to get at him she ask ed !?r me. ""r. Randolph,' tell ma, please, wluit shall I do with this paper?" she sa d. "J met Mr. Brownley la the Bat tr v veterday. He saw I was la dig and be gave mo this, but I' t believe be infant it," and she . J me an order on Randolph ft "pta far a thousand dollars. I d her check and she went away. - the Battery Bob sought the v: .:. is, the Bowery, Five Points, the Ik- .sus of the under world of A:.:-ika. He seemed bent on pick ing c.it the haunts of misery h the mi: .'--infested metropolis of the new wor"..l. For two hours he tramped and ! followed. A number of times I thoi-.'ht to speak to him and try to win him from his mood, but I re fralncl. I could see there was a soul battle waging and I realised that upon its outcome might depend Bob's salvation. Some seek the quiet of iho .woods, the soothing rustle of the CUT r: ' Cii. . ,.w ' s7 He Seemed Absolutely Unmindful of the Agonizing Shriek About Him. leaves, tne peacetui npple or u brook when battling for their soul, but Bob's woods appeared to be the I went away from Randolph & Ran dolph's office I married John Chase; you may remember him as a delivery clerk. I had such a happy home and my husband was good; I did not have to typewrite any longer. These are our two children." ''What are you doing here?" The tears sprang to her eyes; she dropped them, but did not answer. "Don't mind me, woman. I, too, have hidden hells I don't want the world to see. Don't mind me; tell me your story. It may do you good; it may do me good; yes, it may do me good." I had dropped into a seat a few feet away. Both were too much occupied with their own thoughts to notice me or any one else. I could not overhear their conversation, but long after ward, when I mentioned our old sten ographer, Bessie Brown, to Bob, be told me of the incident at the Bat tery. Her husband, after their mar riage, bad become infected with the stock-gambling microbe, the microbe that gnaws Into Its victim's mind and heart day and night while ever fiercer grows the "get rich, get rich" fever. He had plunged with their sav ings and had drawn a blank. He bad lost his position la dlsgraca aad bad landed la the bucket-shop, the sub-cellar pit ef the big stock ex change bell. From there a week be fore he bad been sent to prlsoa for theft, and that morning; she bad been turned Into the street by her land lord, I saw Bob take from his pocket bis memorandum-book, . write some thing upon a leaf, tear It out aad hand It to the woman, touch his hat u before she could stop hiss, stride away, shadowy places of misery, his rustling leaves the hoarse din of the multitude, and his brook's ripple the tears and tales of the man-damned of the great unseen bonds that were crashing ont his life. With every breath would 1 come the awful groan that had first brought me to him, Beulah Sands had half turned her face until ber eyes gazed Into Bob's with a sweet, child ish perplexity. I looked at her, sur prised that one whom I had always seen so Intelligently masterful should be passive In the face of such an guish.. Then, horror of horrors! I saw that there was something missing from ber great blue eyes. I looked; gasped. Could It possibly be? With a bound I was at her side. I gazed again into those eyes which that morning bad been all that was Intel ligent, all that was godlike, all that was human. . Their soul, their life was gone. Beulah Sands was a dead woman; not dead In body, but in soul; the magic spark had fled. She was but aa empty shell- a woman of living flesh and blood; but the cita del of life was empty, the mind was gone. What bad been a woman was but a child. I passed my band across my now damp forehead. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Bob's figure, with clasped, up lifted bands, and bursting eyes, was still there. There still resounded through the room the awful guttural groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the smile of an Infant in the cradle. She took one beautiful hand from the pa per and passed It over Bob's bronsed cheek, juBt as the Infant touches its mother's face with its chubby fingers. In my horror I almost expected to hear the purling of a babe. My eyes In their perplexity must have wandered from her face, for I suddenly became aware of a great black head-line spread across the top of the paper that she had been reading: "FRIDAY, THE 13TH." And beneath in one of the col umns: "TERRIBLE TRAGEDY IN VIRGINIA" "The Most Prominent Citizen of the State, ex-United States Senator and Ex-Governor, Judge Lee 8ands of Sands Landing, While Temporarily Insane from the Loss of His For tune and Millions of the Funds for Which He Was Trustee, Cut the Throat of His Invalid Wife, His Daughter's, snd Then His Own. Ail Three Died Instantly." In another column: "Robert Brownley Creates the Most Disastrous Panic in the History of Wall Street and Spreads Wreck and Ruin Throughout the Country." A hideous picture seared Its every light and Bhade on my mind, through my heart, into all my soul. A fren zied-finance harvest scene with its gory crop; in the center one living- dead, part of the picture, yet the ghost left to haunt the painters, one of whom was already cowering before the black and bloody canvas, Well did the world-artist who wrote over the door of the madhouse: "Man can suffer only to the limit, then he shall know peace," understand the wondrous wisdom of his God. Beu lah Sands had gone beyond her limit and was at peace. The awful groaning stopped, and an ashen pallor spread over Bob Brown- ley's lace. Before I could catch him he rolled backward upon the floor as dead. Bob Brownley, too, had gone beyond his limit. I bent over him and lifted his head, while the sweet woman-child knelt and covered his face with kisses, calling In a voice like thai of a tiny girl speaking to her doll: ''Bob, my Bob, wake up, wake up; your Beulah wants you." As placed my hand upon Bob's heart and felt its beats grow stronger, as listened to Beulah Sands' childish city, for he stopped and conversed yoJce oyiMy conndent M u cajle(1 vtilu uiauy uuuittu ueroiicLS uiaL ue met on his course. The hand of the clock oa Trinity's steeple pointed to four as we again approached the of fice of Randolph &,KandpIph. Bob was now moving with a long, hurried stride, as though consumed with a fever of desire to get to Beulah Sands. For the last 15 minutes I had with difficulty kept him la sight. Had he upon the one thing left of her old world, some of my terror passed. In lis place came a great mellowing sense of God's marvelous wisdom. thought gratefully of my moth er's always ready argument that the law of laws, of God's and nature, is that of compensation. I had allowed Bob's head to sink until it rested In Beulah's lap, and from his calmtnd eyes again with the loving arocn- a I child bestows upon Its pets. He slowly rose to his feet. I could I see from his eyes and tbe shudder! that went over him as he caught strati '. ui iuc pajrcr uu iue utrs. lum lit; wife himself; that memory of the happea Ings of the day had not fled in It's sleep. He rose to his full height his head went up, and his shoulders back. but only from habit and for an ia-l stant. Then be folded Beulah Sndsl to bis breast and dropped his head! upon her shoulder. He sobbed like a father with the corpse of bis child. I "Why, Bob, my Bob, is this the way! you treat your Beulah when she's let I you sleep so your beautiful eyes I would be pretty for the wedding? Isl this the way to act before this kind man who has come to take us to the I church? Naughty, naughty Bob." I looked at her; at Bob, in horror.! I was beginning to realize the abso s lute deadness of this woman. Froml the first look I had known that her mind had fled, but knowledge is not always realization. She did not eveaj know who I was. Her mind was dead to all but the man she loved, taoi man who through all those long days? J" of ber suffering she had silently wotJ sniped. To all tut him she was sew-) born. T , At the sound of "weddlng.T "church," Bob's head slowly rose from ; . her shoulder. I saw his decision Uu . Instant I caught his eye; I realized ' tbe uselessness of opposing it and, ' sick at heart and horrified, I listened as he said In a voice now calm and', soothing as that of a father to his'' child: "Yes, Beulah, my darling, I . have slept too long. Bob has beea : naughty, but we will make up for lost time. Get your hat and cloak and we'll hurry to the church, or wa will be late." With a laugh of Joy, she followed : blm to the - closet where hung the little gray turban and the pret.ty grajr- . Jacket. He took them from their peg. and gave them fo her. "Net a word,' Jim," he bade me. "Ia , the name of God and all our friend ship, not a word. Beulah Sands will; , be my wife as soon as I can find a minister to marry, us. It Ib best, best. It is right. It is as God would have it, or I am 'not capable of knowing right from wrong. Anyway, it is what' will. be. She has no father, no moth er, ne- 6ister, no one to protect and shield her. The 'system' has robbed her of all in life, even of herself, of everything, Jim, but me. I must try to win her back to herself, or to make hor haw wnrlri a hannv one a hannv one for her." arrived at a decision, and if so; what 1 steady breathing I could see that he was it? I asked myself over and ! bad safely passed a crisis, that at over again as I plowed through the , least be was not in the clutches of crowds. Boh went straight to Beulah Sands office, I to mine. I had been there but a moment when I heard deep, guttu ral groans. I listened. The sound came louder than before. It came j from Beulah Sands' office. With a bound I was at the epen door. My , God, tbe sight that met my gaze! , It haunts me even now when years i have dulled its vividness. The beaut. ' fuL quiet gray figure that had grown . to be such a familiar plctare to Bob and me of late, sat at the flat desk la the center of the room. She faced the door. Her el sows rested oa the desk; fa her hand was aa sfternooa paper that she had evidently beea reading when Boh entered. God kaows how loaf she had beea reading It b , fore ho came. Bob was kaeellag at tho side of her chair, his hands clasp- death, as I had at first feared, Bob slept. Beulah Sands ceased ber calling and with a smile raised her fingers to her lips and softly said "Hush, my Bob's asleep." Together we held vigil over our sleeping loVer and friend, she with the bappisoss of a child who had no fear of tho awak euiug, I with a silent terror of what would come next I bad seen one mind wafted to the unknown that day. Was It to have a companion to cheer aad solace It on its far journey, to the great beyond? How long we waited Bob's swskenlng I could not tell. The clack's hands said aa hour; it seemed to Sao aa age. At last bis magnificent physique, bis unpoisoned blood and splendid brain pulled him through to his sow world of mind aad heart tor ture. His eyelids rifted. He looked , then ooao. But suddenly ho stopr TJ , her taee, to a bench sat. a """; J ' How loa, shTprayed I do hcVtoow. holding a sleeplngbsho laherarsas, j on kaow Ult u , toU.w4 M - I looked back sad tho woaeaa w eaj onllftaJ tW sastsm.! v ... w i,v .t h. r,. ! w I .i... .JT vJ .v "-l,..! . then at Beulah Sands, with fcaads to her forehead, look at tho I aroaaa. His toes skewed iVaspeaksblo 9J "d " aWul . J ...i. . . i -t ....ti-.r i T rVT V" plexed mournfulness. that I almost iZTtrom ihL-TTr. Ti wll S wvl opened, or bad J?! His case ft nail v rested oa her aad wirrr 7. ZZr'Z lips murmured -Beulah,' I a ovrv, huh, t uuuiui ju wuuiu paper again ant at tho rotroatlag form of Bob Brownley. Then I saw bet. yea, there ia tho' old Battery park, ta tho drUxllag rata aad snder tho oyos ton. as UuMa nta to burst sosoo I know it was time to Wake up." - . nd kissed bin-oa CHAPTER VII. An old gambler whose lire had beea spent listening to tbe rattle of the drop-in bound out .little rairlette ball, was told by a fellow victrai, as his last dollar went to the relentless timer's maw, that -the keeser's foot was upon au electric button wbiu enabled him to make the ball drop. .where bis stake was not. lie 'simply paid: "Thank tsod. I thought,-that princo ef cheats. Fate, who all, through nTs' haa bad his foot on the buttea of my game, ws the one who-did the trick." I.ong suffering had driven the old gambler to the loser's bible. Philoso phy! Cheated - by man's device, he knew he had . some, chance of get ting even; but Fate he could not combat. ' Bob Brownley. had thought himself In hard luck when his eyes opened to the fact that -be had been robbed by means of dice" loaded by man, but when Fate pressed the button ho saw' that his man-made hell was but a feeble imitation, and was tfatlsSed, as whoever knows the game of life Is satisfied, because ho must be. Bob's strong head bowed, his iron will bent, and meekly his soul murmured: "Thv Wil Jnna " (Continued next wiH'it ) For a first class hair cui to Strean L Fisher's. Skinned Nose Col. W. T. Youe I cam? up town Friday witti .1 nnB thut looked for all tbe world is if it bad been to an Irish wake, lit etsrtarl In tliA rii.l, ft. a room, the door wasajir aM almost 6plit tbe Oolout-ls nose open. Frank D. Proctor has found id iNuriu river a. queer specimen--of granite and though it weiph- SVr-ty a a ..... i ea rjou pouoas, drought u t the city and set In on end on hi lawn. It is egg shaped and, about three feet high. ( P. O. Wright, of Morning Boa Iowa, arrired Thursday to visit, hia sister, Mrs. S. A Miller. She the R. F. Pierceall and wife and J. E. Christian took in the Clarence picnic Thursday. I U. U Solder was a New London visitor Thursday. "