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Updated: June 6, 2025
The morning of the first of the two last awful days, he was called to the office of Fouts and Hendricks by telephone. "Something going to happen in Consolidated to-day." He had hurried down-town, flushed with confidence. He knew there was but one thing could happen.
They revolted sixty miles this side of Laramie, killing Captain Fouts, who was in command, and four soldiers, and wounding seven; also killed four of their own chiefs who refused to join them; fifteen Indians were killed; the Indians fled north with their ponies, women, and children, leaving all their camp equipage. Troops are in pursuit. Mail-stages have stopped west of Camp Collins.
Percival shut the door, and they were alone. "Uncle Peter, Burman's been suspended on the Board of Trade; Fouts just had this over his private wire. Corn broke to-day." "That so? Oh, well, maybe it was worth a couple of million to find out Burman plays corn like he plays poker; 'twas if you couldn't get it fur any less." "Uncle Peter, we're wiped out." "How, wiped out? What do you mean, son?"
By lucky sales of some of the securities that had been hypothecated they managed to save a little; but, on the whole, it was what Percival described it, "a lovely autopsy." At last the vexatious work was finished, and he was free again. At the end of the final day's work he left the office of Fouts in Wall Street, and walked up Broadway. He went slowly, enjoying the freedom from care.
Representative Reynolds had again introduced a Presidential suffrage measure, and C. H. Fouts of Morgan county, to carry out the Republican platform, had presented a full suffrage proposal. Both were held back until the fate of the National Amendment should be known. The legislators assembled to ratify on June 16 and the House vote was 76 ayes, 6 noes.
I've got a good idea of these properties and you hear me, now I'll finish with a bank-roll that'll choke Red Bank Canon." Fouts knocked and came in. "Now you go along up-town, Uncle Peter. I want a few minutes with Mr. Fouts, and I'll come to your place at seven." The old man arose dejectedly. "Don't let me interfere a minute with your financial operations.
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