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■Mb 4 THE Little Bobbie’s Pa * 1 n H [] E TUNNEL GREATEST STORY OF ITS KIND SINCE JULES VERNE i> ! Daysey Mayme And Her Folks (Frwn thi* Otrmss nf B#mhard R»n*rman*-— 1 ^ OW* W***''"* * " „ devised means to put it to work where " rr T an J.. Lutio? Js •'%. •* ~ ■~ y ' r ' ’ each dollar of the millions might earn 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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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 CURED TERRIBLE HUMOR GN FACE ccessories Cupid couldn't find a daintier helpmate than HID. Liquid HID prevents excessive perspiration and odor. Cream HID deodorizes perspiration and keeps you pure and sweet. HID, Liquid or Cream, 25c All Jacobs’ Pharmacy Stores Could Not Go On Street Without 1 Veil. Tells What Resinol Did 5 For Her. < Philadelphia, Pa.—“In Deeember, j 1908, my face became sore. I tried I everything that was recommended, > and my face got worse instead of j better. I spent over $100 and got j no benefit. The face and nose I were very red and the eruption ! had the appearance of small boils, < which itched me terribly. 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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 ” T 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. /! ' V