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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
M Y ankel Fritz is rumming to tin
house tonite, sed Ma to Pa. He
is a deer old codger. I re
member how he used to tell a lot of
funny stories to us wen he cairn to
our hoam in Colfax. 1 know you will
like the deer old fellow beekaus you
luv humor, sed Ma.
I luv humor all right, sed Pa, but
that nam Fritz dosent sound any
too humorous. I hoap I will git yum
reel la ITs & not have to fake. Pa sed.
but somehow 1 have a feeling that I
cant shake off & that feeling is a
feeling that Fritz isent going to b>
funny at all.
Walt till you see, sed Ma. If you
cud have herd the deer old felltfr
m&iking us all laff yeers ago. Ma sed,
you wud not talk doutful about him.
Yeers ago is one thing, sed Pa, <■
now is a other thing. 1 used to
think the clowns In the circus was
the funniest things in the wurld. Pa
sed. but I went to a circus the other
day & the clowns was about as funny
as a rainy day in March. As we git
oalder & wiser. Pa sed, we beekum
hard audiences to play to & thare
isent many things that reely tickle
us.
Then Ma's unkel Fritz calm. He
was a short fat man about sixty
yeers oald, & he had n big meershum
pipe wlch he kep smoaking all the
time he was at our house. He looked
at me kind of hard wen he cairn in
& h< md to Ma, n is time little shel-
drens should be by thare bed. alretty
Bobbie always stays up till ten, sed
Ma He is oalder than he looks, A
he hate* 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 suin
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
rhud beegin by me. Once dere vass a
Irishman und he came oaver to dis
country, sed Ma’s unkel. Ho vas not
a long time in dis country und ho
he v&ss w hat you call It green, like
der color of a Irisher’s flag, sed unkel
Fritz. Dot part is a choke of my
own. he sed, about der green flag.
I made that in myself. It is not of
der Htory. Veil der Irish feller he
vass calking along in front of a stor*
and he saw sum grape fruits alretty
yet
Und ven der Irishman saw der grape
fruits, sed unkel Fritz, he sed to der
other Irishman which had came over
to dis country only he dident came on
der saim ship, dot vass beefoar the
other. Irishman cairn vich saw der
grape fruits, alretty. He sed to der
other Irishman. Thee. Pat, It vuddent
talk many of riem big oranges to
maik a pound ain’t lt°
Nobody laffed excep Fritz, bee-
kaus he had toald the strong r«>ng. He
nient that the Irishman sed Sure it
wuddent taik many of them big
oranges to maik a dozen, but Fritz
sed pound insted of dozen.
He toald a lot monr joaks about the
nafm as the one about the grape fruit
Then he sang sum funny Herman
songs, he thot thay was funny but
that wassent any funnier than the
song called the Curse of a Aching
Hart.
After he had went Pa kidded Ma
about her unkel’s quaint Herman hu
mor. He is a rare wag. Pa sed. Think
of all the sunshine he scatters around
the world.
is
Explaining It.
The following conversation between
two youths was overhead in Blackburn
the other day:
“Aw say. Bill, wot’s th* meaning o’
the word ‘Limited’ up there on that
shop after the name? There’s a lot
on it abeawt here."
“Doesn’t tha know?” said Bill “Whoi,
it's loike this: Tha gi’es me a penny,
an’ Aw pute a penny to it. They we
buy a tupenny amoake. Well. 1 smoake
It. w’hlle tha looks on. Aw’m a director,
and than a shareholder. 1 tak' all the
risks."
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"Rut the posters were yours. How
did they work?”
“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 run get the land at the best
price possible and resell. They have
Just learned what the best price is—
und listen to them."
The roar 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 «»f real estate in the Tunnel
< ’ity— by the front foot on the scores
of streets that were laid out on paper,
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 Rives with a grin.
“Only a few.” smiled Mm friend.
"They didn’t seem pleased, judging
from their remarks over the phone.
The consensus of opinion seemed to
be that I ought to he in the insane
asylum, and if not I would certainly
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. Mutrle
will he here presently, and it would
be Just is well for you to he around.”
"Yes? Who in Mutrle?” inquired
Rives.
"He’s tin* 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
hlin. I told him to toddle right along
and- Hello!" A voice Issued out of
a skiuare box at his elbow.
"Mr. Mutrle to *«ee you, sir "
"Tell hlrn to come in." said / . j,
pressing a button in the side of the
little box, which transformed it into
an active telephone.
Mr Mutrle proved to he 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 and
introduced Rives as his "friend and
colleague, who In in actual charge at
Tunnel City.”
"You have certainly trtrn up a lot of
ground. Mr. Rives." remarked the real
estate king, pleasantly. "I have been
dowrn to look you over several times
recently."
"Yes. I think we are making con
siderable headway," said Rives. “We
expect to bogin the actual boring next
week."
"indeed!” murmured Mr. Mutrle
and smiled slightly. Neither Rives
nor Allan understood the tone nr the
smile at the moment, but it Irritated
both. Allan stirred a little Impatient
ly and Mr Mutrle turne*t to him.
"I have been marking down your
prices as announced this morning." he
said courteously, "on the plot of the
city with which you supplied me.”
"Yes?”
"Yes," Mr. Mutrie’s tone was faint
ly ironical. “I think you can hardly
be serious. Mr. Allan."
Allan leaned hack in his chair and
tapped the edge of his desk with his
pencil.
"It’s very decent of you *o feel that
way about it. Mr. Mutrle,” he re
turned pleasantly, “but I didn't want
to he hoggish. I suppose 1 Could get
more for the land in the long run, but
I would much rather let everybody in
now and start things going."
Mr. Mutrle hit into his thick white
mustache for a moment
"Leaving pleasantries aside," tie
said with some acerbity, “you don't
really mean to attempt ti> get those
prices for land in your city?"
Allan continued to tap the desk. ‘ I
not only mean to attempt to get them,
hut I will get them"
“From whom?” demanded Mr. Mu-
trip, 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
anybody that will help boom things
there at these prices and then I’m
going to Jump the price.”
Mr. Mutrle stared at him and swal
lowed hard, but when he spoke again
he had recovered his first suavity.
"I have just been domq seme 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
held it.”
Allan nodded. "Your figures coin
cide with mine to a remarkable de
gree," he a^id coolly. "I figured that
1 ought to make about that on the
deal. That is why I am going to
boost the price pretty soon if the land
doesn’t go fast enough."
"Surely you are not serious.” pro
tested Mr.* Mutrle. and his manner
was almost patronizing.
"1 most certainly am.”
R. MUTR1K appeared to re
flect. and then he began on a
new tack.
"From what 1 have been able to
gather. Mr. Allan, I 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
this tunnel, and if the thing is pos
sible no doubt you can do it. But a
real estate enterprise is a vastly dif
ferent proposition from engineering
It follows certain fixed lines. There
re certain accepted mediums of mar
keting. and without these no consid
erable venture can be brought to a
successful close."
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 a-s
there Is no rule to guide me in build
ing this tunnel, the real estate issue
s too big to be guided by the regu
lar rules. You traders* can have it
at my price or stay out of the mar
ket—without offense," he added
i ourteously.
"You know. Mr. Alan." returned
the operator, slowly, hi* eyes nar
rowing. "the world has no assurance
gjfpg®
“You don’t blame me, do you, Jack?” she said quietly. “No,” he replied almost gruffly, “I don’t.’
up in the hole that Allan was driv
ing through the heart of the earth.
"It’s wonderful,” the latter told
Rives, enthusiastically. “You can't
believe how well the wnrid 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 whitecaps
glistened and gleamed in the moon
light. Rives looked out across the
heaving waste and laughed again.
“You engineers are supposed to
study forces, but in this you have Ig
nored the greatest 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 and 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
just beginning to see how big this
thing is,” he went on soberly. "All
that has held back the upheaval—the
social revolution—is this fear, thi3
clinging to the little they have ard
getting the sensation of having much
by reading about it in the newspapers.
"This tunnel,” he went on as Allan
j listened in dead silence, "is, bo 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, with
a reverse movement. Instead of hoard
ing because they are afraid, people
j are investing because they are afrai i.
None of them understand, but all if
them dimly feel that everything in the
world is going U oe more or less in
timately connected with this scheme,
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 their
sorrow? The survival of the most
unscrupulous Is not necessarily the
law of the universe because it ia the
ruling spirit of our age. The world
will be paying tribute.to the tunnel
corapan.v, and the world may wake up
and ask why—and ask why about «,
lot of other things "
"I don’t think the world is going to
kick over being benefited,” returned
Allan.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
The story opens with Hives, who is In charge of the technical work
ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel
trains, w’ith Baermann. an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They
nrc traveling nt the rate of 118 mile* an hour Hives 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
Hives gets out of the train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There
ia a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Hives Is badly wounded.
He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3.000 men
have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4.
Hives 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.
Lloyd, “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 hack him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Hives accepts. Hives to the Park Club to meet \Vlt-
terstelner. a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project is being
flashed on a screen. Thousands are Watching it Mrs Allan becomes a lonely
and neglected woman and is much thrown in the company of Hives.
Now Go On With the Story.
that your tunnel will ever be com
pleted. While 1 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 occurred to Allan
or Hives 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. Mutrle.” he said at
last, not taking pains to conceal that
the interview whs 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 try
ing to trick or browbeat me into sell
ing land for less than it it worth.
What He Thought.
"You know and I 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 that this tunnel Us on the
level and that 1 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 hound to spring up around the
entrances."
"It may be so,” conceded the expert
in a manner that fully conveyed the j
impression that he did not believe it. j
"That being the case," concluded I
Allan, "you are at liberty to buy this j
hind at my price or not buy it—just
as you choose. And 1 guess that’s 1
about all. If you will excuse me—I *
am a very busy man.”
"What do you think?” inquired'
Rives after the boss of the real es- i
tute brokers had departed.
• Think!" snorted Allan. "1 think
hell get on the band wagon or be !
run over They have probably framed
it to stay out of the market and
bung my price down, but thev 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 w ith me," he
said.
"To Tunnel Uity?”
"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.
"Can you wait about fifteen min
utes? I guess I’d better go, though
1 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
work! Well, I ”
The phone rang. H-* answered it,
and winked at Rives as he caught the
first words.
“Certainly. Come right along," he
said. "It’s Mutrie,” he laughed tri
umphantly. "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 atilt standing, "i 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 h r. old man. She'll under
stand. and tell her I’ll be down in
a few days at ttie latest ”
Rives looked at him curiously and
in silence for a few moments.
"All right.” he said quietly. "So
long!”
Riising S3.000.000.GOO.
\ 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 felt 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
obscure. Then he found himself
across the board from the terrible
money vulture in a minor chess game
of finance and had plaved his hardest.
Lloyd admired his skill and made him
his chief of staff.
His name originally had been Salo
mon Woldsohn. in his lean days in
Berlin. Moving to London in in-
creasing prosperity, he had become
Sidney Wolfson, and in New York he
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
and placed at the head of millions* he
w T as an invincible fighter.
From a dog-poor student Wolf had
become a multi-millionaire w’hile 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 fishy eyes and a heavy voice—
the type of man particularly repulsive
to the men with whom he mos-t 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 had never asked him
to lunch or dinner: he had never in
troduced him to Mrs. Allan or inti
mated that he might be desirable as a
guest at his home even in a vague,
non-committal way. Rives treated
him with formal politeness, and Al
lan’s other acquaintances ignored
h 4 m.
Allan. hail-fellow-well-met with
half the underlings about the offices
of the tunnel company, invariably
.addressed the money master as "Mr.
Wolf.” The "Mr.” grated every time
Wolf heard it. for he knew it was nol
a mark of respect. He resented Al-
lan’M familiarity with the others, a
familiarity that never lessened their
respect for him or the promptness of
their obedience. Wolf was obeyed
w ith cold precision. Allan with cheer
ful alacrity.
The First Trick.
With this type of man hatred finds
its expression in only one direction—*
an assault on the pocketbook. His
first trick against the engineer was
so adroitly planned and executed thai
Allan and Rives were forced to ad
mit the justice of the resui . though it
mulcted them of a large share of
their profits in the real estate thans-
action. Wolf sold the rights to all
mineral deposits produced in the bor*
ing ro the Pittsburg Smelteries Cor
poration for *50,000,000. He then rep
resented. a-< indeed Allan had planned
| that the waste could be made into
real estate along the const front, and
I 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 X the meantime Wolf perfected the <
plans for floating the stock. The j <
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 j'
—also that it should not be sold for j «
less than par. Allan and Wolf agreed ;
that no more money could be safely j
demanded of the public until the;
tunnel building showed progress to!
about the halfway mark. It might be j
necessary to do some juggling w’ith |
the engineering and financing, but the
two men felt equal to it.
Details of a stock market campaign '
arc 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 w’hich Wolf de
vised, anyone couM 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 hank accounts. From
every quarter of the globe a little
stream of dollars issued, joining with
others and sweeping down in a roar- j
ing flood on the offices of-the Tunnel j
company. l5ay after day, and week
after week, the golden torrent swelled
and grew’, and as fast as it came Wolf
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By FRANCES L. GARS IDE.
rpHERE are those of perfect fig
ure who declare that when girl.t
refuse to parade the eh or© ir.
bathing suit*, it Is not due to mod
esty.
In order to prove there w r as nothing
in their calumnious charges, 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 is not
at heart more modest than , Daysey
Mayme, but not one ever made charges
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 gaze of'a very
handsome man in the water near by,
and was so much surprised when she
found herself close beside him that she >
smiled.
He smiled. Bhe smiled again, and
noted how well he could swim.
“in the books," she said, “he would
save me from drowning, kiss my cold
lips as he carried me to the shore, and
call on the preacher next day.’’
His smile expressed devotion. She
w’ould test it and she ventured out be- *
yond her depth.
Daysey Mayme can’t remember in
detail Just what happened next. She
felt that she was being carried away,
that she was going dowm, 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 across 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 wife and the kids.”
“The trouble with life,” Daysey May
me sobbed that night to her mother,
"is that it isn’t a bit like the books ”
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His Preference.
A famous sculptor was seated at a
dinner next to a fair but frivolous
young lady, and it was soon evident
that he was *»ot 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 kind, as long as she
is not a figure of speech,” he replied,
briefly.
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