Life — March 14, 1907 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- The House of Stocks and Bonds OQ Oe TW: rly morning in the home of the young multimillionaire. ‘That sturdy little chap, ng just finished his breakfast and waved off the sixteen servants who had served it, stood looking bravely up into the face of his mother, a sad-eyed widow of middle age, who vainly strove to conceal from her little boy their hapless condition. Six months ago their husband and father had suddenly died, and left them with over two hundred millions yet to distribute. If he had lived, all might have been well, His wonderful shrewdness and business ability enabled him, by constant toil and privation, to get rid of it at the rate of almost two millions a month more than what was coming in, and at this rate they were looking forward to a life of comparative ease and comfort; when one fateful day, alas! in his anx- iety to get to a Baptist convention as quickly as possible, he rashly trusted himself upon one of his own railroad systems and was promptly run over and killed and cruelly mangled and burned up in the customary manner, His widow and son, both inexperienced in the affairs of the world, now looked forward to a life of stern privation. If their dear comrade, with all his skill and ability, had to work night and day to get rid of his surplus, what hope was there for them? Never mind, mother dear,” said the young multimillionaire, impulsively kiss ing his mother. “I know of what you are thinking. But do not despair. All will yet be well. Remember I am young and strong, and T shall not desert you in the hour of our pressing need. And now you must help me with this bag.” With a glad, loving smile on his face he ran and got a large bag almost as big as himself, while his dear mother, forcing the tears back, for she w hamed of her own weakness in the face of his youthful courage, helped him to fill it with bonds, stocks and other securit “Tam afraid, David dear,” she said, “that this is too much for you. Why, it is almost gs big as yourself.” “Nonsense!” replied David, with a bright smile, as he stuffed all of the pre- ferred stock of the clothespin trust into the bag. “ You have no idea how big and strong [am getting.” And he swung the bag on his shoulders easily. “T shall not come back,” he said, “until I have gotten rid of all this. You mus rely on me. And, above all, don’t worry. “But, darling, surely you cannot take it from door to door much longer. It is cruel to have insults heaped upon you Yesterday did you not try all the Baptist churches in vain?” “Yes, mother.” “And did not the president of the Foreign Mission Society order you out of the building ? “Yes, mother.” “And you know, dear, they won't let you carry such big bundles of money on the street car lines, because they interfere with the conductors.” “That is true, mother.” “And you know we have secretly given away to politicians all that we dare, with- out being found out.” “T know it.” His mother looked at him anxiously “Surely, David dear, you do not hope to establish any more libraries and colleges. Why, even now, every village has a college attachment, and every professor in the country owns his own sixty horse-power flying machine and keeps as many separate establishments as possible.” Sprightly Looking Young Lady (in department store): HAVE YOU paps ? Saleslady: scuooL ow wip ? comicbooks.com | \