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Little Bobbie’s
THE TUNNEL GREATEST STORY - OF ITS KIND SINCE JULES VERNE
By WILLIAM F. KIRK
M Y unkel Fritz in rummlng to the
house tonltr, ?ed Ms to Pa. He
Is a deer old codger, I ree-
mam her how he used to tell a lot of
funny stories to us wen he calm to
our hoam In Colfax. I know you will
like the deer old fellow beekaua you
luv humor, sed Ma.
T luv humor all right sed Pa, but
that na.m Frit* doaent wound any
too humorous. I heap 1 will git worn
reel laffs & not have to fake Pa sed,
but somehow I have a feeling that I
cant shake off A that feeling la a
feeling that Fritz Iscnt going to be
funny at all.
Walt till you see, sed Ma. If you
* ud have herd the deer old feller
malklng us all laff veers ago, Ma sed,
you wud not talk doutful about him.
Yeers ago Is one thing, sed Pa, &
now 1* a other thing. 1 used to
think the clowns In the circus was
the funniest things in thp wurld. Pa
•ed. but I w'ent to a circus the other
day A the clowns was about as funny
as a rainy day In March. Aa we git
oalder A wiser. Pa aed, we beekum
hard audiences to play to A tharo
isent many things that reelv tickle
IIS.
Then Mr's unkel Fritz calm. He
was a short fat man about sixty
yeers oald, & he had a big meerahum
pipe wich he kep smoaking all the
time he was at our house. He looked
at me kind of hard wen he cairn In
A he sed to Ma, It is time little shel-
drens should be by thare bed. alretty.
Bobble always stays up till ten, sed
Ma. He Is oalder than he looks, A
he hates to go to bed erly. He talks
after his father that way, sed Ma.
Oh, very well, den. sed unkel Fritz.
Now, let us all be cholly und tell sum
funny stories. Ain’t It? he sed to Pa
I guess it ain’t, sed Pa. I cud see
that he dident like Fritz very well.
Veil, sed Fritz, so long that we are
going to tell sum cholly chokes, It
shud beegln by me. Once dere vhrv a
Irishman und he came oaver to dis
country, sed Ma’s unkel. He vas not
a long time in dis country und so
he vass what you call it green, like
der color of a Irisher’s flag, sed unkel
Fritz. Dot part is a choke of m>
own, he sed, about d«*r green flag
1 made that in myself. It Is not of
der story. Veil, der Irish feller he
vass valking along in front of a storo
and he saw sum grape fruits alretty
yet.
Und ven der Irishman saw der grape
fruits, sed unkel Fritz, he sed to <1<r
other Irishman which had came over
to dis country only he dident came on
der saim ship, dot vase beefoar the
other Irishman calm vich saw der
grape fruits, alretty. He s*»d t«> der
other Irishman, Chee, Pat, it vuddent
talk many of dem big oranges to
malk a pound, ain’t it?
Nobody laffed excep Fritz, be"-
kaus he had toald the strong rung. He
ment that the Irishman sed Bure it
w uddent talk many of them big
oranges to inaik a dozen, but Frit/,
sed pound insted of dozen.
He toald a lot moar Joaks about the
,-wlm as the one about the grape fruit.
Then he sang sum funny German
•ongs, he thot thay was funny hut
that wassent any funnier than the
song called the Curse of a Achln-f
Hart.
After he had went Pa kidded Ma
about her unkel’* quaint German hu
mor. He is a rarp wag. Pa sed. Think
of all the sunshine he scatters around
the world.
Explaining It.
The following conversation between
two youths was overhead in Blackburn
the other day:
"Aw say. Bill, wot’a th* meaning o*
the word 'Limited' up there on that
shop Hfter the name? There’s a lot
on it abeawt here.”
"Doesn't tha know?" said Bill. "Whoi,
It's lolke this: Tha gi'es me a penny,
an' Aw puts a penny to it. They we
buy a tupenny smoake. Well. I smoake
it. while tha looks on. Aw'm a director,
and tha’rt a shareholder I tnk’ all the
risks
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
'But th„ po.t.rs w,re youm How
did they work 0 ”
"Great! I grabbed every billboard
I could find idle In the United States
and plastered them with bird’s-eye
views of the coming city, and all the
rest of the stuff ‘ >f course, that
crowd down there has done every
thing possible to scare the public off
so they can get the land at the best
price possible and resell They have
Just learned what the be*t price la—
and listen to them.”
The roa.r from the street swelled
louder and louder In front of the
building where Allan had his city of
fice was a large placard announcing
the prices of real estate In the Tunnel
City—by the front foot on the scores
of streets that were laid out on j>aper,
and by the acre In the outskirts. They
were enough to stagger the hardiest
real estate man In the world, and the
tumult attested the indignation of the
professional traders.
"Have you heard from any of them
directly?” inquired Hives with a grin.
"Only a few,” smiled his friend.
"They didn’t seem pleased, judging
from their remarks over the phone.
The consensus of opinion seemed to
he that I ought to be in the insane
asylum, and If not I would cert&lgiy
wind up in the penitentiary.”
Rives laughed and rose to go.
The Main Mogul.
"Don’t leave yet, old man,” urged
Allan "The works can get along
for another hour without you. Mutrie
will be here presently, and it would
be Just as well for you to be around.”
“Yes? Who Is Mutrie?” inquired
Rives.
"He's the main mogul of the Real
Estate Exchange. He called up Just
before you came in and said he'd be
down within an hour if I could see
him. I told him to toddle right along
and — Hello!” A voice Issued out of
a square box at hi* elbow.
"Mr. Mutrie to see you, sir”
"Tell him to come in.’ v said
pressing a button In the side of the
little box, which tmnefonped it into
an active telephone.
Mr. Mutrie proved to be a white*
haired man of about 45, with a thick,
close-cropped white mustache and
light blue eyes. He seemed to regard
life as a serious business, especially
when it Impinged upon real estate.
Allan shook hands with him anil
introduced Rives as his "friend and
colleague, who 1«* 111 actual charge at
Tunnel City.”
"You have eertalnly torn up n lot of
ground, Mr Rives,” remarked the real
estate king, pleasantly. "I have been
down to look you over several jiines
recently
"Yes. I think we are making con
siderable headway,” said Rives. “We
expect to begin the actual boring next
week.”
"Indeed!” murmured Mr. Mutrie
and smiled slightly. Neither Rives
nor Allan understood the tone or the
smile at the moment, but it irritated
both. Allan ptlrred a little impatient
ly and Mr. Mutrie turne-i to him.
"I have been marking down your
prices as announced thin morning.” be
said courteously, “on the plot of the
city with which you supplied me.”
“Yes 0 ”
"Yes.” Mr Mutrie’s tone was faint
ly ironical. "I think you can hardly
be serious. Mr Allan.”
Allan leaned back in his chair and
tapped the edge of his desk with his
pencil.
"It’s very decent of you feel that
way about it. Mr. Mutrie.” he re
turned pleasantly, "but I didn't want
to be hogginh. i suppose I could get
more for the land in the long run, but
I would much rather let everybody in
now and start things going."
Mr. Mutrie bit into his thick white
mustache for a moment
"Leaving pleasantries aside,” he
said with some acerbity, "you don't
really mean to attempt to get those
prices for land In your city?”
Allan continued to tap the desk. ‘ I
not only mean to attempt to get them,
but I will get t^jem.”
"From whom?" demanded Mr. Mu
trie. controlling himself with an ef
fort.
His Plan.
"Oh, anybody that wants to pay
them.” Allan shrugged his shoulders
indifferently. ”1 am going to let in
1 anybody that will help boom things
there at these prices and then I’m
going to jump the price.”
Mr. Mutrie stared at him and swal
lowed hard, but when h< spoke again
he had recovered his first suavity.
“I have just been doinq some fig
uring.” he remarked, consulting a
piece of paper. “You bought tnat
land for somewhere between seven
and ten million dollars. You have
held it for less than six months. At
the prices you are now charging you
figure to make about a million dol
lars a day for every day you have
he'd it.”
Mian nodded. "Your figures coin
cide with mine to a remarkable de
gree." he said coolly. ”1 figured that
1 ought to make about that on the
deni That is why 1 am going to
boost the price pretty soon if the land
doesn’t go fast enough."
"Surely you are not serious.” pro
tested Mr. Mutrie. and his manner
wa«* almost patronizing.
"I most certainly am."
M R. MUTRIE appeared to re
flect. and then he began on a
new tack.
"From what 1 have been able to
gather. Mr Allan, T am forced to have
the greatest respect for you as an en
gineer,” he said suavely. "I have no
doubt that you believe you can build
thD tunnel, und If the thing Is poa-
J sible no doubt you can do it. But a
real estate enterprise is a vastly dif
ferent proposition from engineering
!lt follows certain fixed lines. There
are certain accepted mediums of mar-
i keting. and without these no consid
erable venture can be brought to a
successful close.”
devised means to put it to work where
each dollar of the millions might earn
a few' cents before it was swallowed
up in the hole that Allan w’as driv
ing through the heart of the earth.
"It’s wonderful,” the latter told
Rives, enthusiastically. "You can’t
believe how well the world under
stands what this thing means and
how certain it is!”
“My dear chap,” returned Rives
with a cynical laugh, “you’re on the
wrong track altogether."
“What do you mean?” demanded the
engineer.”
They were sitting on the veranda
of the house at Tunnel City overlook
ing the sea, where the whlteeaps
glistened and gleamed in the moon
light. Rives looked out across the
heaving waste arid laughed again.
“You engineers are supposed to
study force# but in this you have ig
nored the gfcatest force in the world.”
"What is that?*’
“Fear!”
“Fear!” echoed Allan, dumfounded.
“I don’t get you at all.”
’It's very simple,” Rives assured
him. “Men fear two things above all
others—death and poverty. Bold
ness triumphs over death, when any
thing does, and wealth over poverty.
Your tunnel scheme is bold and prof
itable alid they admire It. Unable to
triumph themselves, they want to
conquer vicariously. They read the
newspapers to get a thrill out of other
people’s experiences because they
don't dare the experiences themselves.
They haven't the money nor the cour-
| age.”
"But," objected Allan, “they must
believe In this thing or they wouldn’t
| put what money they have Into it.”
“They believe in it because they’re
afraid not to,” retorted Rives. “I am
Daysey Mayme
And Her Folks
New Rules.
"I know," nodded Allan, briskly.
That always has been the rule
You real estate men have gathered
in most of the profits But just as
there is no rule to guide me in build
ing this tunnel, th* real estate issue
is too big to be guided by the regu
lar rules You traders can have it
at my pri'-e or stay out of the mar
ket—without offense," he added
I courteously
"You kn
I the opera
[rowing, “1
j Just beginning to see how big this
I thing is,” he went on soberly. “All
that has held back the upheaval—the
social revolution—Is this fear, this
.clinging to the little they have and
•getting the sensation of having much
, by reading about It in the newspapers.
“This tunnel,” he went on as Allan
i listened in dead silence, "is, so far as
you know, going only to London. God
only knows how far It will go toward
shaping the destiny of our civiliza
tion. You have started-a panic, wdth
a reverse movement. Instead of hoard-
| ing because they are afraid, people
are investing because they are afrail.
None of them understand, but all of
them dimly feel that everything in the
world 1? going L oe more or less In
timately connected wdth thi« wcheme.
and if they don’ get on the right side
of the fence, they will be crushed."
"That I believe is true,” said Allan,
with faint pride.
“But how about those that can't get
in—and those that may get In to the’.r
sorrow? The survival of the most
unscrupulous Is not necessarily the
law of the universe because it i.* the
ruling spirit of our age. The world
-will be paying tribute to the tunnel
company, and the world may wake up
and ask why—and ask why about
lot of other things.”
. “I don’t think the w'orld is going to
kick over being benefited,’’ returned
Allan.
“You don’t blame me, do you, Jack?” she said quietly. “No,” he replied almost gruffly, “I don’t.’
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
The story opens with Rives, who is in charge of the technical work
ings of the groat tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel
trains, with Baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They
are traveling at the rate of l 8 miles an hour Rives is in love with
Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrlck Allan, whose mind first conceived the
great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean
Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst There
is a frightful explosion Men are flung to death and Rives Is badly wounded.
Hs staggers through thi moke, realizing that about 3,000 men
I have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4
Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out.
The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest
financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H.
I Jo yd. "The Money King’ John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres
ent Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3,100 miles long.
The financiers agree to back him Allan and Hives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Rives accepts Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wit-
terstelner. a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project Is being
flashes on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs Allan becomes a lonely
and neglected woman and Is much thrown in the company of Rive*
Now Go On With the Story.
that your tunnel will ever be com
pleted. While I have no doubt what
ever of your good faith, the buying
public—which is largely guided by us
—has no definite assurance that your
tunnel project is not a gigantic hoax
for the sole purpose of pulling off a
great real estate swindle.”
It was a shrewd flank attack and
one that had never recurred to Allan
or Rives. Allan was completely con
fused for an instant, and Rives' first
Impulse, controlled with difficulty,
was to throw the white-haired fox out
of the office. Then Allan recovered
his mental balance and laughed.
“My dear Mr. Mutrie,” he said at
last, not taking pains to conceal that
the interview was rapidly becoming
unpleasant, “the best answer to that
Is that while I have never seen you
before this morning and had no idea
of ever taking the trouble to see you
or sell you anything, here you are Irv
ing to trick or browbeat me Into sell
ing land for less than It is worth
Wliat He Thought.
f
Mr. Allan,” returned
slowly, hi* eye* nar-
orld has no assurance
“You know and 1 know - ’ he went
on quietly, "that this land will within
a few- years be worth considerably
more than I am asking for it now.
You know thnt this tunnel is on the
level and that l and the men who
have indorsed me are certain that I
can bull 1 it and that therefore some
of the world's largest and busiest cit
ies are bound to spring up around the
entrances.”
"It may be so.” conceded the expert
in a manner that fully conveyed the
Impression that he did not believe it
"That being the case,” concluded
Allan, “you are at liberty to buy this
land at my price or not buy it—just
as you choose. And I guess that’s
about all. If you will excuse me—1
am a very busy man ."
"What do you think?” Inquired
Rives after the boss of the real es
tate brokers had departed.
"Think!” snorted Allan. “I think
he'll get on the band wagon or be
run over. They have probably framed
it to stay out of the market and'
bring my price down, but they can't
win at that game. The land is worth
every cent and more than we are ask
ing for it. and It’s bound to sell
whether they want It to or not.”
Rives switched the conversation
over to other matters connected with
construction and some changes he
contemplated making in the person
nel of his staff Allan signed tele
grams. answered phone calls, and ad
vised and suggested in between
breaths for about an hour Then
Rives announced that he would have
to start back.
"I want to take you with me," he
said.
"to Tunnel City?"
"Yes," replied his friend gravely
! “I told Maud I’d bring you back with
■ me to-night if I had to do it by
force.”
Allan frowned slightly at. his piled
up desk, looked at his watch and
then up at Rives.
"('an you wait about fifteen min-
: utes? I guess I'd better go, though
: I haven’t got time. You can have
me motored back so as to get here
| by 7:30 in the morning?”
"It'll be easy—that or a special
train.”
"All right, then," agreed Allan,with
hesitation, his eyes still on his desk.
"I haven’t seen Maud and the little
one for a month, it seems to me. But
I certainly hate to leave this pile of
\\ Ofk ’ \Wll. T ”
The phone rang. Ha answered it,
and winked at Rives as he caught the
first words.
"Certainly. Come right along," he
said. “It’s Mutrie,” he laughed trl-
umphantlv. "He has been commis
sioned to buy a thousand feet of
wharf front for the Transoceanic peo
ple. What did I tell you? Oh," he
exclaimed as he noticed that Rives
was still standing. “1 told him to
come along It’ll probably be an hour
or so of a job. and others are likely
to come through, so I better not try
to go with you.”
"And Maud?”
“Well,” hesitated Allan, “you ex
plain it to her. old man. She’li under
stand. and tell her I’ll be down In
a few days at the latest."
Rives looked at him curiously and
in silence for a few moments.
“All right,” he said quietly. “So
long!”
Raising $3,000,000,000.
A ND now a new power was felt
in the affairs of the great tun
nel project. To the world at
large Allan was still the big figure,
the tremendous force that brought
forth the mighty plan and was driv
ing it ahead. But those back of the
scenes fefct a new hand on the con
trolling levers. This new power was
Money and its tangible form was Sid
ney Wolf.
This man was Lloyd’s other self.
But a few years before he had been
ire. Then he found himself
across the board from the terrible
money vulture in a minor chess game
of finance and had played his hardest
Lloyd admired his skill and made him
his chief of staff.
His name originally had been Salo
mon Woldsohn. in his jean days in
Berlin Moving to I.^idon in in
creasing prosperity, h»Ahad become
iriwew Y
had finally appeared as Sidney Wolf.
He was not a genius of finance. He
was a master general of dollars,
which is a different thing. As Allan
knew the working capacity of a drill,
so this man knew the working ca
pacity of a dollar. He could not
dream great visions of finance, but
when shown the field of a campaign
an<l placed at the head of millions! he
was an invincible fighter.
From a dog-poor student Wolf had
become a multi-millionaire while still
a comparatively young man. He had
made money his one aim, and was
bitterly disappointed when he found
out that its possession was not the
recipe for content. He was black
haired, thick-lipped and a trifle stout,
with Ashy eyes and a heavy voice—
the type of man particularly repulsive
to the men with whom he mort de
sired to associate. He hated Allan,
not because Allan underrated his abil
ity or lacked respect for his money
skill, but because in all the months of
their association in the planning of
the financial campaign Allan had
never treated him as a social ac
quaintance. He bad never asked him
to lunch or dinner; he had never in
troduced him to Mrs. Allan or inti
mated that he might he desirable as a
guest at his home even in a vague,
non-committal way. Rives treated
him with formal poyteness. and Al
lan’s other acquaintances ignored
him.
Allan, hall-fellow-well-met with
hal^ the underlings about the offices
of the tunnel company, invariably
addressed the money master as "Mr.
Wolf.” The "Mr.” gTated every time
Wolf heard It, for he knew It was not
a mark of respect. He resented Al
lan’s familiarity wdth the others, a
familiarity that never lessened their
respect for him or the promptness of
their obedience. Wolf was obeyed
with cold precision. Allan with cheer
ful alacrity.
The First Trick.
With this type of man hatred flnds
it* expression In only one direction—-
an assault on the pocketbook. His
first trick against the engineer was
so adroitly planned and executed that
Allan and Rives were forced to ad
mit the Justice of the resul , though if
mulcted them of a large share of
their profits in the real estate trans
action. Wolf sold the rights to all
mineral deposits produced in the bor
ing to the Pittsburg Smelteries Cor
poration for $50,000,000. He then rep
resented. aa indeed Allan had planned
that the waste could he made into
real estate along the const front, and
the directors, speaking through Lloyd,
indorsed this plan, the proceeds to go
to the common treasury. To avoid
being cut off. Allan was forced to let
his own holdings go into the common
pool, in which he had only a minor
share and Rives none at all.
I N the meantime Wolf perfected the
plans for floating the stock. The
company was capitalized at $15,-
000.000,000. and it was decided that
the first issue should call for $3,000,-
000.000 at the par value of the stock
—also that it should not be sold' for
less than par. Allan and Wolf agreed
that no more money could be safely
demanded of the public until the
tunnel building showed progress to
about the halfway mark. It might be
necessary to do some Juggling with
the engineering and financing, but the
two men felt equal to it.
Details of a stock market campaign
are of interest only to the expert
Briefly, Wolf arranged for subscrip
tion at par in the sum of $125,000,000
to start the ball rolling when the
stock should appear on the market.
The ball rolled. Shares were $1,000
each, but by an ingenious arrange
ment of certificates which Wolf de
vised, anyone could buy an interest in
a share tor $10. Allan mainly con
ducted the advertising campaign, and
under his skillful guidance, aided by
suggestions from Wolf, the dollars
came out of forgotten corners. “A
thousand dollars now' will make you
rich in old age”—this was the bait
that drew the bank accounts. From
every quarter of the globe a little
stream of dollars Issued, Joining with
others and sweeping down in a roar
ing flood on the offices of the Tunnel
company. Day after day, and week
after week, the golden torrent swelled
and grew, and as fast as it came Wolf
To Be Continued To morrow.
By FRANCES L. GARS IDE.
T HERE are those of perfect fig
tire who declare that when girls
refuse to parade the shore in
bathing sulfa it is not due to mod
esty.
In order to prove there was nothing
In their calumnious chargee, Daysey
Mayme Appleton made It a point to
take the longest way round from the
dressing room to the water, and to
linger long on its edge silhouetted
against the ocean, and with the eyes
of all beholders fixed upon her
A violet hiding under a hedge la not
at heart more modest than Daysey
Mayme, but not one ever made charge*
against the violet’s figure.
She had stood, and turned, and walk
ed a few paces, and lingered on the
shore till she felt vindicated, and then,
with a quick run, dashed Into the wa
ter She had not been unconscious
when on shore of the gase of a very
handsome man In the water near by.
and was so much surprised when, eb*
found herself close beside him that eh*
smiled.
He smiled. She smiled *g^*\ aa4
noted how well he could ■wlm.
“In the books,” she said, **he would
save me from drowning, klse my cold
lips as he carried me to the ehore, and
call on the preacher next day.**
His smile expressed devotion, 8b#
would test it and she ventured out be
yond her depth.
Daysey Mayme can’t remember In
detail Just what happened next. Bbe
felt that she was being carried awa^
that she was going down, down, and
that some one’s arms were holding her
Then she lost consciousness.
It was only a minute later, but to
her It seemed years, when she felt
herself being rolled aoroae a barrel, and
opened her eyes to the pain and hu
miliation of realism.
“I knew’ when I first saw her," she
heard the voice of her deliverer saying,
“that she was one of them fool kind
of bathers that don’t know nothing
about the water. Let's give her anoth
er good hard roll, then I must go back
to my wMfe and the kids.”
“The trouble with life,” Daysey May
me sobbed that night to her mother,
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His Preference.
A famous sculptor wag seated at a
dinner next to a fair but frivolous
young lady, and it was soon evident
tnat he was not very favorably im
pressed by her idle chatter.
“What kind of a figure do you most
admire in a woman?” she Inquired,
with the air of one angling for a com-
pliment.^
“Almost any ktnd, an long as ah*
is not a figure of speech,” he replied,
briefly.
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