Adventure, December 1914 — page 156: what you’re looking at

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154 Mr. Teeters assumed what he imagined was a blasé air, and remarked: ‘‘Shop’s open for business. If it’s on the shelf I’ll hand it down to you.” Miss King laughed, then hesitated pret- tily before going on. ‘“T don’t know what you will think of me,” she said at length, “‘but—well, I want to take a—what do you call it—a flier—yes, that’s it! I want to take a flier in Wall Street.” “Oh, Wall Street!”’ returned Mr. Teeters vaguely. He was out of his depth at the start. ‘“‘Hope you won’t miss the money,” hint- ed Charley slyly. “But I have a tip!’ Miss King avowed. “Boston Copper. It is going up, they say; or perhaps it’s going down; I can’t seem to remember. Anyway they are going to do something to it and I thought I’d take a chance.”’ Mr. Teeters shook his head wisely. ‘Better not,” he cautioned. ‘“‘Put it ina turkey raffle. Thanksgiving’s coming.” Miss King arched her brows at him. “You're so quaint!”’ she laughed. seriously, I want to make use of my tip. Only, you see, I don’t know just how to do It,” “Neither do we,” admitted Charley frankly. ‘Might as well own up, Skeeters.”’ Mr. Teeters wiggled his mustache and smiled painfully. He hated to acknowledge ignorance. “You got me up a tree,” he conceded. “T’m climbing down.” ‘‘Dear me, how funny!” trilled the young woman. ‘‘We’re all in the woods together. I could ask Gitt & Gott, I suppose. They are the brokers recommended to me—a very reliable house. But I dislike the idea of going down there; it—it is so public! And besides I’m frightfully busy during the day.” She sipped her wine with a tiny puzzled frown that became her mightily. “By George! Say!” cried Charley, re- sponding to the frown. ‘‘We’ll see Gitt & Gott for you. In the morning. Find out what to do.” “Oh, would your” Miss King’s voice flut- tered bewitchingly. much trouble?” Charley grinned across the table at his secretary. “Hear that, Skeeters? ‘Trouble!’ ” “But ‘Wouldn’t it be too - Adventure _ Mr. Teeters, finding himself unbelittled by his confession, replied with spirit. ‘‘How do you spell it?’”’ he requested ear- nestly. ‘‘Don’t know what it means.” “Youre too delightful for anything!” gurgled Miss King. “Both of you! I doso want to make a little money out of Boston Copper!” ‘‘What’s the bet?” inquired Mr. Teeters indulgently. ‘‘A ten-spot?”’ ‘Ten dollars?” The lady looked amazed. ‘“‘Why—I’m going to put a thousand dollars uo itl” Mr. Teeters gasped, and goggled at her. ‘““Merry Moses! Going to buy the junk and take it home with you?” Miss King laughed again. “I’m going to margin it—I think that’s what they call it. You put up so much money and wait a while—only a day some- timées—then they pay you what it wins.” ‘‘Sounds simple,’’ said Charley. “Oh, it’s awfully simple!’ agreed Miss King gaily. ‘“‘Gitt & Gott will explain it to you. I will give you a check for them after dinner — a New York draft. Could you meet me in the parlor, at half-past eight?” “Could we? We'll look like we were growing there,’ Mr. Teeters assured her gallantly. There came an interruption. Some one in passing paused and tapped Charley on the shoulder. “Hello, sport! Hello, Merciful!” saluted this person airily. ‘“‘What are they quoting blue fleas at to-day?” Charley looked up with a grin. A slim young fellow with clear blue eyes grinned back at him. It was Mr. Theodore Ball, sporting editor of the Evening Scream. The baseball magnates were assembled in an- nual conference at the Rirebien, and Mr. Ball had been dining with one of them. “Teddy!” Charley’s voice rang with pleased surprise. ‘‘By George! Luck! Sit down. Miss King, Teddy Ball. Knows everything.”’ The lady acknowledged the introduction without signal enthusiasm. Mr. Ball’s eyes were bold and his manner was assured. A pretty woman likes to be approached with deference. ‘‘What do you want to know, little boy?”’ queried the sporting editor easily. ‘They came to me when they wrote the cyclo- pedia.” “Gotatip. Wall Street. Boston Copper,” Gomiicovook C@