CHAPTER X

NAPOLEON OF FINANCE

The next two months were busy ones for Brewster. Miss Drew saw him

quite as often as before the important interview, but he was always a

puzzle to her.

"His attitude is changed somehow," she thought to herself, and then she

remembered that "a man who wins a girl after an ardent suit is often

like one who runs after a street car and then sits down to read his

paper."

In truth after the first few days Monty seemed to have forgotten his

competitors, and was resting in the consciousness of his assured

position. Each day he sent her flowers and considered that he had more

than done his duty. He used no small part of his income on the flowers,

but in this case his mission was almost forgotten in his love for

Barbara.

Monty's attitude was not due to any wanting of his affection, but to

the very unromantic business in which he was engaged. It seemed to him

that, plan as he might, he could not devise fresh ways and means to

earn $16,000 a day. He was still comfortably ahead in the race, but a

famine in opportunities was not far remote. Ten big dinner parties and

a string of elaborate after-the-play suppers maintained a fair but

insufficient average, and he could see that the time was ripe for

radical measures. He could not go on forever with his dinners. People

were already beginning to refer to the fact that he was warming his

toes on the Social Register, and he had no desire to become the

laughing stock of the town. The few slighting, sarcastic remarks about

his business ability, chiefly by women and therefore reflected from the

men, hurt him. Miss Drew's apparently harmless taunt and Mrs. Dan's

open criticism told plainly enough how the wind was blowing, but it was

Peggy's gentle questions that cut the deepest. There was such honest

concern in her voice that he could see how his profligacy was troubling

her and Mrs. Gray. In their eyes, more than in the others, he felt

ashamed and humiliated. Finally, goaded by the remark of a bank

director which he overheard, "Edwin P. Brewster is turning handsprings

in his grave over the way he is going it," Monty resolved to redeem

himself in the eyes of his critics. He would show them that his brain

was not wholly given over to frivolity.

With this project in mind he decided to cause a little excitement in

Wall Street. For some days he stealthily watched the stock market and

plied his friends with questions about values. Constant reading and

observation finally convinced him that Lumber and Fuel Common was the

one stock in which he could safely plunge. Casting aside all

apprehension, so far as Swearengen Jones was concerned, he prepared for

what was to be his one and only venture on the Stock Exchange before

the 23d of the following September. With all the cunning and craftiness

of a general he laid his plans for the attack. Gardner's face was the

picture of despair when Brewster asked him to buy heavily in Lumber and

Fuel.

"Good heavens, Monty," cried the broker, "you're joking. Lumber is away

up now. It can't possibly go a fraction of a point higher. Take my

advice and don't touch it. It opened to-day at 111 3/4 and closed at

109. Why, man, you're crazy to think about it for an instant."

"I know my business, Gardner," said Brewster, quietly, and his

conscience smote him when he saw the flush of mortification creep into

the face of his friend. The rebuke had cut Gardner to the quick.

"But, Monty, I know what I'm talking about. At least let me tell you

something about this stock," pleaded Elon, loyally, despite the wound.

"Gardy, I've gone into this thing carefully, and if ever a man felt

sure about anything I do about this," said Monty, decidedly, but

affectionately.

"Take my word for it Lumber can't go any higher. Think of the

situation; the lumber men in the north and west are overstocked, and

there is a strike ready to go into effect. When that comes the stock

will go for a song. The slump is liable to begin any day."

"My mind is made up," said the other firmly, and Gardner was in

despair. "Will you or will you not execute an order for me at the

opening to-morrow? I'll start with ten thousand shares. What will it

cost me to margin it for ten points?"

"At least a hundred thousand, exclusive of commission, which would be

twelve and a half a hundred shares." Despite the most strenuous

opposition from Gardner, Brewster adhered to his design, and the broker

executed the order the next morning. He knew that Brewster had but one

chance to win, and that was to buy the stock in a lump instead of

distributing it among several brokers and throughout the session. This

was a point that Monty had overlooked.

There had been little to excite the Stock Exchange for some weeks:

nothing was active and the slightest flurry was hailed as an event.

Every one knew that the calm would be disturbed at some near day, but

nobody looked for a sensation in Lumber and Fuel. It was a foregone

conclusion that a slump was coming, and there was scarcely any trading

in the stock. When Elon Gardner, acting for Montgomery Brewster; took

ten thousand shares at 108 3/4 there was a mighty gasp on the Exchange,

then a rubbing of eyes, then commotion. Astonishment was followed by

nervousness, and then came the struggle.

Brewster, confident that the stock could go no higher, and that sooner

or later it must drop, calmly ordered his horse for a ride in the

snow-covered park. Even though he knew the venture was to be a failure

in the ordinary sense he found joy in the knowledge that he was doing

something. He might be a fool, he was at least no longer inactive. The

feel of the air was good to him. He was exhilarated by the glitter of

the snow, the answering excitement of his horse, the gaiety and sparkle

of life about him.

Somewhere far back in his inner self there seemed to be the sound of

cheering and the clapping of hands. Shortly before noon he reached his

club, where he was to lunch with Colonel Drew. In the reading-room he

observed that men were looking at him in a manner less casual than was

customary. Some of them went so far as to smile encouragingly, and

others waved their hands in the most cordial fashion. Three or four

very young members looked upon him with admiration and envy, and even

the porters seemed more obsequious. There was something strangely

oppressive in all this show of deference.

Colonel Drew's dignity relaxed amazingly when he caught sight of the

young man. He came forward to meet him and his greeting almost carried

Monty off his feet.

"How did you do it, my boy?" cried the Colonel. "She's off a point or

two now, I believe, but half an hour ago she was booming. Gad, I never

heard of anything more spectacular!"

Monty's heart was in his mouth as he rushed over to the ticker. It did

not take him long to grasp the immensity of the disaster. Gardner had

bought in at 108 3/4, and that very action seemed to put new life into

the stock. Just as it was on the point of breaking for lack of support

along came this sensational order for ten thousand shares; and there

could be but one result. At one time in the morning Lumber and Fuel,

traded in by excited holders, touched 113 1/2 and seemed in a fair way

to hold firm around that figure.

Other men came up and listened eagerly. Brewster realized that his dash

in Lumber and Fuel had been a master-stroke of cleverness when

considered from the point of view of these men, but a catastrophe from

his own.

"I hope you sold it when it was at the top," said the Colonel anxiously.

"I instructed Gardner to sell only when I gave the word," said Monty,

lamely. Several of the men looked at him in surprise and disgust.

"Well, if I were you I'd tell him to sell," remarked the Colonel,

coldly.

"The effect of your plunge has worn off, Brewster, and the other side

will drive prices down. They won't be caught napping again, either,"

said one of the bystanders earnestly.

"Do you think so?" And there was a note of relief in Monty's voice.

From all sides came the advice to sell at once, but Brewster was not to

be pushed. He calmly lighted a cigarette, and with an assured air of

wisdom told them to wait a little while and see.

"She's already falling off," said some one at the ticker.

When Brewster's bewildered eyes raced over the figures the stock was

quoted at 112. His sigh of relief was heard but misunderstood. He might

be saved after all. The stock had started to go down and there seemed

no reason why it should stop. As he intended to purchase no more it was

fair to assume that the backbone was at the breaking point. The crash

was bound to come. He could hardly restrain a cry of joy. Even while he

stood at the ticker the little instrument began to tell of a further

decline. As the price went down his hopes went up.

The bystanders were beginning to be disgusted. "It was only a fluke

after all," they said to each other. Colonel Drew was appealed to urge

Monty to save himself, and he was on the point of remonstrance when the

message came that the threatened strike was off, and that the men were

willing to arbitrate. Almost before one could draw breath this

startling news began to make itself felt. The certainty of a great

strike was one of the things that had made Brewster sure that the price

could not hold. With this danger removed there was nothing to

jeopardize the earning power of the stock. The next quotation was a

point higher.

"You sly dog," said the Colonel, digging Monty in the side. "I had

confidence in you all the time."

In ten minutes' time Lumber and Fuel was up to 113 and soaring.

Brewster, panic-stricken, rushed to the telephone and called up Gardner.

The broker, hoarse with excitement, was delighted when he recognized

Brewster's voice.

"You're a wonder, Monty! I'll see you after the close. How the devil

did you do it?" shouted Gardner.

"What's the price now?" asked Brewster.

"One thirteen and three-fourths, and going up all the time. Hooray!"

"Do you think she'll go down again?" demanded Brewster.

"Not if I can help it."

"Very well, then, go and sell out," roared Brewster.

"But she's going up like--"

"Sell, damn you! Didn't you hear?"

Gardner, dazed and weak, began selling, and finally liquidated the full

line at prices ranging from 114 to 112 1/2, but Montgomery Brewster had

cleared $58,550, and all because it was he and not the market that got

excited.

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