Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 74: what you’re looking at

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“LOOKS LIKE FATE,” 65 CHAPTER VII. ““TOOKS LIKE FATR.’’ It was one of the busiest days of the late fall, two years later, at the New York Stock Exchange. Jersey Central had gone up twenty points in two days, and Lackawanna had risen sixinasmany hours. The galleries were crowded, and the hubbub below was deafening. Over in the corner where Union Pacific was dealt in a lit- tle knot of men had gathered and were talking eagerly. One who was in the center of the group was a young man with a face just then beaming with excitement. He was scanning a number of telegrams which a boy had just handed him with a smile of satisfaction. ‘‘By Jove!’’ exclaimed the man nearest him. ‘What an uproar! I hayven’t seen such a day here for years. It ought to mean thousands in the pockets of some of us before the week is out.’’ ‘‘Rour telegrams more, from Chicago, Forrest,’’ said the other. ‘‘Two of them are orders from Haines & Co. Our office will be kept pretty busy all day.”’ ‘Whew!’ was the reply, ‘‘you are in luck. But you al- ways come in for the lion’s share in everything, Arthur. By the way, I just got a tip from Morris that sugar is good for three points more inside of two days. Are many of your customers loaded up with it?”’ ‘‘More or less; Harry Frazer bought three thousand shares to-day, but I warned them againstit. I think it’s . dangerous stuff to tackle.”’ Forrest was about to answer when his attention was sud- denly drawn to one of the galleries. EGomichbooks (€(0) im