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Cressler as auxiliary into his campaign, and a series of rencontres followed one another with astonishing rapidity. Now it was another opera party, now a box at McVicker's, now a dinner, or more often a drive through Lincoln Park behind Jadwin's trotters.
Scannel squared himself in his chair, his little eyes twinkling. "Look here," he cried, furiously, "I don't take that kind of talk from the best man that ever wore shoe-leather. Cut it out, understand? Cut it out." Jadwin's lower jaw set with a menacing click; aggressive, masterful, he leaned forward. "You interrupt me again," he declared, "and you'll go out of that door a bankrupt.
There had been a time when Gretry had been obliged to urge and coax to get his friend to so much as notice the swirl of the great maelstrom in the Board of Trade Building. But of late Jadwin's eye and ear were forever turned thitherward, and it was he, and no longer Gretry, who took initiatives. Meanwhile he was making money. As he had predicted, the price of wheat had advanced.
The anniversaries Christmas, their wedding day, her birthday he always observed with great eclat. He took a holiday from his business, surprised her with presents under her pillow, or her dinner-plate, and never failed to take her to the theatre in the evening. However, it was not only Jadwin's virtues that endeared him to his wife. He was no impeccable hero in her eyes. He was tremendously human.
His wife he saw but seldom. Occasionally they breakfasted together; more often they met at dinner. But that was all. Jadwin's life by now had come to be so irregular, and his few hours of sleep so precious and so easily disturbed, that he had long since occupied a separate apartment. What Laura's life was at this time he no longer knew.
"I sent for a couple of hansoms long since," he said. "They are waiting outside now." And that seemed to settle the question. For all Jadwin's perseverance, the artist seemed for this time at least to have the better of the situation. You can get in with Aunt Wess' and me. There's plenty of room. You can't go home in this storm without an umbrella." Landry at first refused, haughtily.
But Gretry, a consummate master of Pit tactics, kept his orders scattered and bought gradually, taking some two or three days to accumulate the grain. Jadwin's luck the never-failing guardian of the golden wings seemed to have the affair under immediate supervision, and reports of timely rains in the wheat belt kept the price inert while the trade was being closed.
But the cheering drowned his voice; and as the two passed out of the Pit upon the floor, the gong that closed the trading struck and, as it seemed, put a period, definite and final to the conclusion of Curtis Jadwin's career as speculator. Across the floor towards the doorway Landry led his defeated captain. Jadwin was in a daze, he saw nothing, heard nothing.
I'll play my hand alone from now on." "J., old man why see here, man," Gretry implored, still holding him by the arm; "here, where are you going?" Jadwin's voice rang like a trumpet call: "Into the Pit." "Look here wait here. Hold him back, gentlemen. He don't know what he's about." "If you won't execute my orders, I'll act myself. I'm going into the Pit, I tell you." "J., you're mad, old fellow.
Two results issued from this conference. One took the form of a cipher cable to Jadwin's Liverpool agent, which, translated, read: "Buy all wheat that is offered till market advances one penny."
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