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"But then, I always was a terrible poor judge of human nature." "Well, have your own way; but I'll fool you again, while you're coppering me. You watch, that's all I ask. Just sit around and talk wise about me all you want to, but watch. Now, I must go down and get to work with Fouts. Thank the Lord, we didn't have to welsh either, any more than Mrs. Give-up there did."
He turned, leaving Uncle Peter still chatting with him, and sought Fouts in the inner office. When he came out ten minutes later Uncle Peter was waiting for him alone. "Your friend Mr. Blythe is a clever sort of man, jolly and light-hearted as a boy." "Let's go out and have a drink, before we go up-town." In the cafe of the Savarin, to which he led Uncle Peter, they saw Blythe again.
"Ain't he a nervy old guy?" said a crisp little money-broker to Fouts. "They're wiped out, but you wouldn't think he cared any more about it than Mike the porter with his brass polish out there." The old man held his paper up, but did not read. Percival rushed in by him, beckoning him to the inner room. "Shepler's all right about the One Girl.
"Faro is such a lot quieter game," was his comment; "so much more ca'm and restful. What a pity, now, 'tain't as Christian!" Then they made the rounds of the brokers' offices in New, Broad, and Wall Streets. They reached the office of Fouts, in the, latter street, just as the Exchange had closed.
He went dazedly in to him, and was awakened from the dream that he had been losing a fortune in his sleep. Coming out after a few moments, he went up to Uncle Peter, who had been sitting, watchful but unconcerned, in one of the armchairs along the wall. The old man looked up inquiringly. "Come inside, Uncle Peter!" They went into the private office of Fouts.
General Connor, desiring to get these Indians removed as far as possible from the hostile Indians, under my order moved them south toward the Republican River, in charge of two companies of the Seventh Iowa Cavalry, commanded by Captain Fouts. These Indians did not take kindly to this movement, and the escort sent with them was not as large as it ought to have been.
When Fouts, the broker he traded most heavily with, suggested that the Consolidated Company was skating on thin ice, that it might, indeed, be going through the same experience that shattered the famous Secretan corner a dozen years before, Percival pointed out unerringly the vital difference in the circumstances.
Fouts be added because he had introduced a full suffrage measure, and it became the Reynolds-Fouts Bill. Miss Hauser, editor of the Bulletin, official organ of the State Suffrage Association, said in it: "We had just witnessed a perfect exhibition of team work and a demonstration of loyalty to a cause and to each other by members of opposing political parties that was heart warming.
When they were sixty miles south of Fort Laramie they were communicated with by a band of hostile Indians who followed down the opposite side of the Platte River, and early in the morning they attacked their escort, killing Captain Fouts and four soldiers, and wounding seven others.
Western Trolley had gone into the hands of a receiver, a fine, fat, promising stock ruined without a word of warning; and while he tried to master this news the horrible clicking thing declared that Union Cordage was selling down to 58, a drop of exactly 35 points since morning. Fouts, with a slip of paper in his hand, beckoned him from the door of his private office.
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