AT first Wall Street thought that Silas Shaw's " religiousness " was an affectation. What purpose the Old Man desired to serve by the calculated notoriety of his church affiliations no one could tell. It is true that many ingenious theories were advanced, some going so far as to hint at repentance. But deep in the hearts of his fellow-brokers, and of his friends and his victims alike, was the belief that old Shaw, in some not generally known way, made practical use of his osten tatious enthusiasm for things churchly as politi cians resort to more or less obvious devices to "capture the German vote" or to "please the Irish element.
One day, after a series of skirmishes and a final pitched battle in " South Shore " between the Old Man and the bears, when the pelts of the latter, after the capitulation, added nearly a half million to the old fellow s bank account, certain luminaries of the Methodist Episcopal Church were called into consultation. Silas Shaw had long thought about it ; and now there was much conferring and more or less arid and misplaced sermonizing by the theologians and much soothing talk by the Old Man^s lawyers ; and more Methodist clergymen and more lawyers and more talk ; and then a real estate agent and an architect and a leading banker and, at last, just one check from the Old Man.
The next day the newspapers announced that the Shaw Theological Seminary had been founded and endowed by Mr. Silas Shaw. But even after the Old Man had devoted his ursine spoils to this praiseworthy object, Wall Street continued skep tical.
And, yet, Wall Street made a mistake as it often does in its judgment of its leaders. Silas Shaw really had a soft spot in his tape- wound and ticker-dented old heart for all things ecclesiastical. Next to being a power in the Street he loved to be regarded as one of the pillars of his church.
He heard with pleasure, of week days, the wakeful staccato sound of the ticker ; but on Sundays he certainly enjoyed the soothing cadences of familiar hymns. And if more than one hardened broker expressed picturesque but unreproducible opinions of the old man, so also more than one enthusiastic young minister could tell pleasant stories of how the old stock gambler received him and responded to the fervent appeal for the funds wherewith many a little backwoods church was built.
Shawls generosity was so notorious among the church people that the Reverend Doctor Ramsdell, pastor of the S teen th Street Methodist Episcopal Church and a trustee of the Shaw Theological Seminary, felt no embarrassment in applying to him for assistance. It was not Shawls church, but in Dr. RamsdelPs charge there were one or two bankers well known in Wall Street and several members of the New York Stock Exchange.
It seemed particularly fitting to the Rev. Dr.Ramsdell that the name of Silas Shaw, followed by a few figures, should head a subscription list.
It was desired to erect a Protestant Chapel in Oruro, Bolivia the most uncivilized of all the South American "republics."
"Good-morning, Brother Shaw; I trust you are well."
"Tolerable, tolerable, thank ee kindly," replied the sturdy old gambler. " What brings you down to this sinful section ? Doing some missionary work, eh ? I wish you d begin among those da er dandy young bears."
"Ah, yes," said the Rev. Dr. Ramsdell, eagerly. " It is precisely a propos of missionary work." And he told Silas Shaw all about the plan for carrying the light into Bolivia by building the only Protestant chapel in Oruro, where it was incredibly tenebrous worse than darkest Africa. The reverend doctor hoped, nay, he knew, in view of Brother Shaw s well-known devotion to the glori ous work of redeeming their benighted Bolivian brethren, that he could count upon him, etc. ; and the subscription list
"My dear Dr. Ramsdell," interrupted Shaw, "I never sign subscription lists. When I give, I give ; and I don t want everybody to know how much I ve given."
" Well, Brother Shaw, you need not sign your name. I ll put you down as X. Y. Z.," he smiled encouragingly.
" No, no ; don t put me down at all."
The good doctor looked so surprised and so woe begone that Shaw laughed.
" Cheer up. Doctor. I tell you what I ll do ; I ll buy some Erie for you. Yes, sirree ; that's the best thing I can do. What do you say to that ? " And he looked at the doctor, triumph antly.
" Ahem ! I am not are you sure it will prove a ahem ! a desirable investment ? You see, I do not ah know much about Wall Street."
" Neither do I. And the older I grow the less I know."
The reverend doctor ventured a tentative smile of semi-incredulity.
" That s right, Doctor. But well make some thing for you. The blooming, I mean, benighted Bohemians "
" Ahem ! Bolivians, Brother Shaw.""
" I meant Bolivians. They must have a chance for their souls. John," to a clerk ; " buy 500 shares of Erie at the market."
"Yes, sir," said John, disappearing into the telephone booth. To buy, "at the market" meant to buy at the prevailing or market price.
" Brother Shaw, I am extremely grateful to you. This matter is very close to my heart, I assure you. And ah will when will I know if the ah investment turns out profitably ? "
" Oh, have no fears on that score. We shall make the stock market contribute to your missionary fund. All you ll have to do is to look on the financial page of your paper every evening and keep posted."
" I fear, Brother Shaw," said Dr. Ramsdell, deprecatingly, " that I shall have no little trouble in ah keeping posted."
" Not at all. See, here," and he took up his paper and turned to the stock tables. " Draw up your chair, Doctor. You see, here is Erie. Yesterday, on transactions of 18,280 shares, Erie Rail road stock sold as high as 64f and as low as 63J, the last or closing sale being at 64J. The num bers mean dollars per share. It was very strong. Haven t you got a report on that 500 Erie yet, John?"
"Yes, sir," said John. "Sixty-five and one-eighth."
" You see, Doctor, the stock is still going up. Well, every day when you look on the table you will see at what price Erie stock is selling. If it is more than 65 J, why, that will show you are making money. Every point up, that is, every unit, will mean that your missionary fund is $500 richer."
"And Brother Shaw ahem ! if it should be ah less?"
" What s the use of thinking such things, Dr.Ramsdell ? All you have to remember is that I am going to make some money for you ; and that I paid 65 J for the stock I bought."
" You really think "
" Have no fears, Doctor. You understand, of course, that it is well not to give such matters undue publicity."
"Of course, of course," assented the doctor. I understand." But he did not.
" Nothing more, Doctor ? "
" No ; I thank you very much, Brother Shaw. I er most sincerely hope my ah your I should say ah our investment, may result in ah favorably for our Bolivian Missionary Fund. Thanks very much."
"Don t mention it, Doctor. And don t you worry. We will come out O.K. You ll hear from me in a week or two. Good-morning."
The reverend doctor went across the Street to the office of one of his parishioners, Walter H. Cranston, a stock broker.
Mr. Cranston was bemoaning the appalling lack of business and making up his mind about certain Delphic advice he contemplated giving his timid customers, in order to make them " trade," which would mean commissions, when Dr. Ramsdell's card was brought.
"Confound him, what does he want to come around, bothering a man at his business for ? " he thought. But he said : " Show him in, William."
" Good-morning, Brother Cranston."
" Why, good-morning, Dr. Ramsdell. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure ? "
" Fve called to see you about our Missionary Fund. You know I take a great deal of interest in it. We desire to build a chapel in Bolivia, where the light is needed, Brother Cranston, as much as in China, I assure you. And it is so much nearer home."
" Doctor, I really " began Cranston, with an injured air.
" I want your valuable autograph to head the subscription list," said the clergyman with an air he endeavored to make arch and playful. " Don't refuse me."
" Why don t you try some well-known person ? " said Cranston, modestly.
" To tell you the truth, Brother Cranston, I did try Silas Shaw." And he added, hastily, " Not but that you are sufficiently well-known for my purpose."
" What did the old ras the Old Man say ? "
" He said he never signed subscription lists."
" Didn t he give you anything at all ? "
" Oh, yes ; he er he did something for me." The doctor s face assumed a portentous air.
Cranston s eyes brightened. " What was that ?" he said.
" Well," said the clergyman, hesitatingly, " he said we would come out O. K. Those are his own words, Brother Cranston."
" Yes ? " Cranston s face did not look promising for Bolivian enlightenment.
" Yes. He er told me he would make the stock market contribute to the fund."
" Indeed ! " Cranston showed a lively interest.
"Yes. I suppose since you are in the same business, there is no harm in telling you that he bought some stock for me. Five hundred shares, it was. Do you think, Brother Cranston, that er that will mean much ? You see, I have the fund very close to my heart ; that is why I ask."
"It depends," said Cranston, very carelessly, " upon what stock he bought for you."
" It was Erie Railroad stock."
" Of course, Dr. Ramsdell, your profits will de pend upon the price you paid." This also in a tone of utter indifference.
" It was Brother Shaw who paid. The price was 65J."
" Aha ! " said Cranston. " So the Old Man is bullish on Erie, is he ? "
" I do not know what you mean, but I know he told me I should read the paper every day and see how much above 65 J the price went ; and that I would surely hear from him."
" I sincerely hope you will, Doctor. Let me see, will $100 do ? Very well, I ll make out a check for you. Here it is. And now, Doctor, will you excuse me ? We are very busy, indeed.
Good- morning, Dr. Ramsdell. Call again any time you happen to be down this way." And he almost pushed the good man out of the office in his eagerness to be rid of him.
No sooner had the ground-glass door closed on the Rev. Dr. Ramsdell than Cranston rushed to the telephone and put in an order to buy 1,0.00 shares of Erie at the best possible price. By doing this before he notified his friends he proved that he himself firmly believed in Erie ; also, he bought his stock ahead of theirs and thereby, in all like lihood, bought it cheaper. He then rushed into the customers room and yelled : " Hi, there !
Everybody get aboard Erie ! Silas Shaw is bull ish as Old Nick on it. I get this absolutely straight. I ve thought all along the old rascal was quietly picking it up. It s his movement and no mistake. There ought to be ten points in it if you buy now."
The firm of Cranston & Melville bought in all, that day, for themselves and their customers, 6,200 shares of Erie, doing as much as anyone else to advance the price to 66 J.
All that week the reverend doctor was busy collecting subscriptions for the Bolivian Missionary Fund. He was a good soul and an enthusiast on the subject of that particular subscription list, So, he told his parishioners how Brother Cranston
had given $100 and Brother Baker, another Wall Street man, $250, and Brother Shaw had promised he told this with an amused smile, as if at the incongruity of it to make the stock market contribute to the fund ! Brother Shaw had done this by buying some stock for him and had as sured him, in his picturesque way, that it would come out O. K. in a week or two. Everybody to whom he told that fact developed curiosity regarding the name of the stock itself. They showed it in divers ways, according to their various temperaments. And as he had told some he felt that he should not discriminate against others ; so, he told to all, impartially, the name of the stock. It would not harm Brother Shaw, he supposed and he supposed rightly. He experienced, in a gentle, benevolent, half-unconscious sort of way, something akin to the great Wall Street delight that of " giving a straight tip " to appreciative friends. The Bolivian Missionary Fund grew even beyond the good man s optimistic expectations.
But a strange, a very strange thing happened : Erie stock, according to the doctor s daily perusal of the dry financial pages, had been fluctuating between 65 and 67. On the following Tuesday, to his intense surprise, the stock table recorded :
"Highest, 65 3/4; lowest, 62; last, 62 5/8." On Wednesday the table read : " Highest, 62 1/2 ; lowest, 58 ; last 58." On Thursday, there was a ray of hope the stock sold as high as 60 and closed at 59 1/2. But on Friday there was a bad break and Erie touched 54 1/8, just 11 1/8 points below what the Bolivian Missionary Fund s stock had cost. And, on Saturday, the stock declined to 50, closing at 51 .
That Sunday the Reverend Doctor Henry W. Ramsdell preached to the gloomiest congregation in Gotham. Wherever he turned his gaze he met reproachful looks accusing eyes, full of bitterness or of anger or of sadness. An exception was Mr.Silas Shaw, who had come, as he often did, to hear his friend, Dr. Ramsdell, preach. His eyes beamed benignantly on the pastor throughout the long sermon. He looked as if he felt, Dr. Ramsdell thought, inexplicably contented. Had he forgot ten his promise the promise from which benight ed Bolivia expected so much ?
The two men met after the service. Dr. Ramsdell s manner was constrained ; Mr. Shaw s affable.
" Good-morning, Doctor," said the grizzled old operator. " I ve carried a small piece of paper in my pocket for some days, in the hope of meeting you. Here it is."" And he handed a check for $5,000 to the clergyman.
Why er- I - er- I -didn't the- stock- er -go down ? "
"Sure!"
" How is it then that -"
" Oh, that s all right. It came out just as I expected. That s why you get the check."
" But -ahem ! -didn't you buy 500 shares for me?"
"Yes ; but after you left I sold 10,000 shares between 65 and 67. Your congregation, Doctor, developed a remarkable bullishness on Erie." He chuckled gleefully. " It was to them that I sold the stock ! "
" But my- ahem !- impression was that you said the stock would go up."
" Oh, no. I never said that. I merely told you we d come out O. K. And I guess we have."
He laughed joyously. " It s all right, Doctor ; those pesky Bolivians will be enlightened, you bet."
" But," said the doctor, with a very red face, fingering the check, hesitatingly, " I don't know whether to accept it or not."
" Oh, you re not robbing me," the old stock gambler assured him, gaily. " I made out quite
well ; quite well, thank you."
"I -I- mean " stammered the clergyman " I don't know whether it is right to "
Shaw frowned. " Put that check in your pock et," he said, sharply. " You earned it."
THE END
One day, after a series of skirmishes and a final pitched battle in " South Shore " between the Old Man and the bears, when the pelts of the latter, after the capitulation, added nearly a half million to the old fellow s bank account, certain luminaries of the Methodist Episcopal Church were called into consultation. Silas Shaw had long thought about it ; and now there was much conferring and more or less arid and misplaced sermonizing by the theologians and much soothing talk by the Old Man^s lawyers ; and more Methodist clergymen and more lawyers and more talk ; and then a real estate agent and an architect and a leading banker and, at last, just one check from the Old Man.
The next day the newspapers announced that the Shaw Theological Seminary had been founded and endowed by Mr. Silas Shaw. But even after the Old Man had devoted his ursine spoils to this praiseworthy object, Wall Street continued skep tical.
And, yet, Wall Street made a mistake as it often does in its judgment of its leaders. Silas Shaw really had a soft spot in his tape- wound and ticker-dented old heart for all things ecclesiastical. Next to being a power in the Street he loved to be regarded as one of the pillars of his church.
He heard with pleasure, of week days, the wakeful staccato sound of the ticker ; but on Sundays he certainly enjoyed the soothing cadences of familiar hymns. And if more than one hardened broker expressed picturesque but unreproducible opinions of the old man, so also more than one enthusiastic young minister could tell pleasant stories of how the old stock gambler received him and responded to the fervent appeal for the funds wherewith many a little backwoods church was built.
Shawls generosity was so notorious among the church people that the Reverend Doctor Ramsdell, pastor of the S teen th Street Methodist Episcopal Church and a trustee of the Shaw Theological Seminary, felt no embarrassment in applying to him for assistance. It was not Shawls church, but in Dr. RamsdelPs charge there were one or two bankers well known in Wall Street and several members of the New York Stock Exchange.
It seemed particularly fitting to the Rev. Dr.Ramsdell that the name of Silas Shaw, followed by a few figures, should head a subscription list.
It was desired to erect a Protestant Chapel in Oruro, Bolivia the most uncivilized of all the South American "republics."
"Good-morning, Brother Shaw; I trust you are well."
"Tolerable, tolerable, thank ee kindly," replied the sturdy old gambler. " What brings you down to this sinful section ? Doing some missionary work, eh ? I wish you d begin among those da er dandy young bears."
"Ah, yes," said the Rev. Dr. Ramsdell, eagerly. " It is precisely a propos of missionary work." And he told Silas Shaw all about the plan for carrying the light into Bolivia by building the only Protestant chapel in Oruro, where it was incredibly tenebrous worse than darkest Africa. The reverend doctor hoped, nay, he knew, in view of Brother Shaw s well-known devotion to the glori ous work of redeeming their benighted Bolivian brethren, that he could count upon him, etc. ; and the subscription list
"My dear Dr. Ramsdell," interrupted Shaw, "I never sign subscription lists. When I give, I give ; and I don t want everybody to know how much I ve given."
" Well, Brother Shaw, you need not sign your name. I ll put you down as X. Y. Z.," he smiled encouragingly.
" No, no ; don t put me down at all."
The good doctor looked so surprised and so woe begone that Shaw laughed.
" Cheer up. Doctor. I tell you what I ll do ; I ll buy some Erie for you. Yes, sirree ; that's the best thing I can do. What do you say to that ? " And he looked at the doctor, triumph antly.
" Ahem ! I am not are you sure it will prove a ahem ! a desirable investment ? You see, I do not ah know much about Wall Street."
" Neither do I. And the older I grow the less I know."
The reverend doctor ventured a tentative smile of semi-incredulity.
" That s right, Doctor. But well make some thing for you. The blooming, I mean, benighted Bohemians "
" Ahem ! Bolivians, Brother Shaw.""
" I meant Bolivians. They must have a chance for their souls. John," to a clerk ; " buy 500 shares of Erie at the market."
"Yes, sir," said John, disappearing into the telephone booth. To buy, "at the market" meant to buy at the prevailing or market price.
" Brother Shaw, I am extremely grateful to you. This matter is very close to my heart, I assure you. And ah will when will I know if the ah investment turns out profitably ? "
" Oh, have no fears on that score. We shall make the stock market contribute to your missionary fund. All you ll have to do is to look on the financial page of your paper every evening and keep posted."
" I fear, Brother Shaw," said Dr. Ramsdell, deprecatingly, " that I shall have no little trouble in ah keeping posted."
" Not at all. See, here," and he took up his paper and turned to the stock tables. " Draw up your chair, Doctor. You see, here is Erie. Yesterday, on transactions of 18,280 shares, Erie Rail road stock sold as high as 64f and as low as 63J, the last or closing sale being at 64J. The num bers mean dollars per share. It was very strong. Haven t you got a report on that 500 Erie yet, John?"
"Yes, sir," said John. "Sixty-five and one-eighth."
" You see, Doctor, the stock is still going up. Well, every day when you look on the table you will see at what price Erie stock is selling. If it is more than 65 J, why, that will show you are making money. Every point up, that is, every unit, will mean that your missionary fund is $500 richer."
"And Brother Shaw ahem ! if it should be ah less?"
" What s the use of thinking such things, Dr.Ramsdell ? All you have to remember is that I am going to make some money for you ; and that I paid 65 J for the stock I bought."
" You really think "
" Have no fears, Doctor. You understand, of course, that it is well not to give such matters undue publicity."
"Of course, of course," assented the doctor. I understand." But he did not.
" Nothing more, Doctor ? "
" No ; I thank you very much, Brother Shaw. I er most sincerely hope my ah your I should say ah our investment, may result in ah favorably for our Bolivian Missionary Fund. Thanks very much."
"Don t mention it, Doctor. And don t you worry. We will come out O.K. You ll hear from me in a week or two. Good-morning."
The reverend doctor went across the Street to the office of one of his parishioners, Walter H. Cranston, a stock broker.
Mr. Cranston was bemoaning the appalling lack of business and making up his mind about certain Delphic advice he contemplated giving his timid customers, in order to make them " trade," which would mean commissions, when Dr. Ramsdell's card was brought.
"Confound him, what does he want to come around, bothering a man at his business for ? " he thought. But he said : " Show him in, William."
" Good-morning, Brother Cranston."
" Why, good-morning, Dr. Ramsdell. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure ? "
" Fve called to see you about our Missionary Fund. You know I take a great deal of interest in it. We desire to build a chapel in Bolivia, where the light is needed, Brother Cranston, as much as in China, I assure you. And it is so much nearer home."
" Doctor, I really " began Cranston, with an injured air.
" I want your valuable autograph to head the subscription list," said the clergyman with an air he endeavored to make arch and playful. " Don't refuse me."
" Why don t you try some well-known person ? " said Cranston, modestly.
" To tell you the truth, Brother Cranston, I did try Silas Shaw." And he added, hastily, " Not but that you are sufficiently well-known for my purpose."
" What did the old ras the Old Man say ? "
" He said he never signed subscription lists."
" Didn t he give you anything at all ? "
" Oh, yes ; he er he did something for me." The doctor s face assumed a portentous air.
Cranston s eyes brightened. " What was that ?" he said.
" Well," said the clergyman, hesitatingly, " he said we would come out O. K. Those are his own words, Brother Cranston."
" Yes ? " Cranston s face did not look promising for Bolivian enlightenment.
" Yes. He er told me he would make the stock market contribute to the fund."
" Indeed ! " Cranston showed a lively interest.
"Yes. I suppose since you are in the same business, there is no harm in telling you that he bought some stock for me. Five hundred shares, it was. Do you think, Brother Cranston, that er that will mean much ? You see, I have the fund very close to my heart ; that is why I ask."
"It depends," said Cranston, very carelessly, " upon what stock he bought for you."
" It was Erie Railroad stock."
" Of course, Dr. Ramsdell, your profits will de pend upon the price you paid." This also in a tone of utter indifference.
" It was Brother Shaw who paid. The price was 65J."
" Aha ! " said Cranston. " So the Old Man is bullish on Erie, is he ? "
" I do not know what you mean, but I know he told me I should read the paper every day and see how much above 65 J the price went ; and that I would surely hear from him."
" I sincerely hope you will, Doctor. Let me see, will $100 do ? Very well, I ll make out a check for you. Here it is. And now, Doctor, will you excuse me ? We are very busy, indeed.
Good- morning, Dr. Ramsdell. Call again any time you happen to be down this way." And he almost pushed the good man out of the office in his eagerness to be rid of him.
No sooner had the ground-glass door closed on the Rev. Dr. Ramsdell than Cranston rushed to the telephone and put in an order to buy 1,0.00 shares of Erie at the best possible price. By doing this before he notified his friends he proved that he himself firmly believed in Erie ; also, he bought his stock ahead of theirs and thereby, in all like lihood, bought it cheaper. He then rushed into the customers room and yelled : " Hi, there !
Everybody get aboard Erie ! Silas Shaw is bull ish as Old Nick on it. I get this absolutely straight. I ve thought all along the old rascal was quietly picking it up. It s his movement and no mistake. There ought to be ten points in it if you buy now."
The firm of Cranston & Melville bought in all, that day, for themselves and their customers, 6,200 shares of Erie, doing as much as anyone else to advance the price to 66 J.
All that week the reverend doctor was busy collecting subscriptions for the Bolivian Missionary Fund. He was a good soul and an enthusiast on the subject of that particular subscription list, So, he told his parishioners how Brother Cranston
had given $100 and Brother Baker, another Wall Street man, $250, and Brother Shaw had promised he told this with an amused smile, as if at the incongruity of it to make the stock market contribute to the fund ! Brother Shaw had done this by buying some stock for him and had as sured him, in his picturesque way, that it would come out O. K. in a week or two. Everybody to whom he told that fact developed curiosity regarding the name of the stock itself. They showed it in divers ways, according to their various temperaments. And as he had told some he felt that he should not discriminate against others ; so, he told to all, impartially, the name of the stock. It would not harm Brother Shaw, he supposed and he supposed rightly. He experienced, in a gentle, benevolent, half-unconscious sort of way, something akin to the great Wall Street delight that of " giving a straight tip " to appreciative friends. The Bolivian Missionary Fund grew even beyond the good man s optimistic expectations.
But a strange, a very strange thing happened : Erie stock, according to the doctor s daily perusal of the dry financial pages, had been fluctuating between 65 and 67. On the following Tuesday, to his intense surprise, the stock table recorded :
"Highest, 65 3/4; lowest, 62; last, 62 5/8." On Wednesday the table read : " Highest, 62 1/2 ; lowest, 58 ; last 58." On Thursday, there was a ray of hope the stock sold as high as 60 and closed at 59 1/2. But on Friday there was a bad break and Erie touched 54 1/8, just 11 1/8 points below what the Bolivian Missionary Fund s stock had cost. And, on Saturday, the stock declined to 50, closing at 51 .
That Sunday the Reverend Doctor Henry W. Ramsdell preached to the gloomiest congregation in Gotham. Wherever he turned his gaze he met reproachful looks accusing eyes, full of bitterness or of anger or of sadness. An exception was Mr.Silas Shaw, who had come, as he often did, to hear his friend, Dr. Ramsdell, preach. His eyes beamed benignantly on the pastor throughout the long sermon. He looked as if he felt, Dr. Ramsdell thought, inexplicably contented. Had he forgot ten his promise the promise from which benight ed Bolivia expected so much ?
The two men met after the service. Dr. Ramsdell s manner was constrained ; Mr. Shaw s affable.
" Good-morning, Doctor," said the grizzled old operator. " I ve carried a small piece of paper in my pocket for some days, in the hope of meeting you. Here it is."" And he handed a check for $5,000 to the clergyman.
Why er- I - er- I -didn't the- stock- er -go down ? "
"Sure!"
" How is it then that -"
" Oh, that s all right. It came out just as I expected. That s why you get the check."
" But -ahem ! -didn't you buy 500 shares for me?"
"Yes ; but after you left I sold 10,000 shares between 65 and 67. Your congregation, Doctor, developed a remarkable bullishness on Erie." He chuckled gleefully. " It was to them that I sold the stock ! "
" But my- ahem !- impression was that you said the stock would go up."
" Oh, no. I never said that. I merely told you we d come out O. K. And I guess we have."
He laughed joyously. " It s all right, Doctor ; those pesky Bolivians will be enlightened, you bet."
" But," said the doctor, with a very red face, fingering the check, hesitatingly, " I don't know whether to accept it or not."
" Oh, you re not robbing me," the old stock gambler assured him, gaily. " I made out quite
well ; quite well, thank you."
"I -I- mean " stammered the clergyman " I don't know whether it is right to "
Shaw frowned. " Put that check in your pock et," he said, sharply. " You earned it."
THE END
