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He had also a gift for both starting and maintaining a boom. Most of the Mukton stock owned by the Southern contingent had been floated by him. Another of his accomplishments was his ability to label correctly, with his eyes shut, any bottle of Madeira from anybody's cellar, and to his credit, be it said, he never lied about the quality, be it good, bad or abominable.
Back of them lay their good-will and good feeling; still back of them, again, their bank accounts and another scoop in Mukton! Most of the guests had had a hand in the last deal and they were ready to share in the next.
Went into Mukton with every dollar he had so kind of Mr. Breen to let him in yes, put him down for 2,000 shares more. Then Breen & Co. began to hoist her up five points ten points twenty points. At the end of the week they had, without knowing it, bought every share of Mason's stock." Here Garry roared, as did the others within hearing. "And they've got it yet. Next day the bottom dropped out.
"You heard how Mason, the Chicago man, euchred the Mukton gang, didn't you?" he had shouted to a friend one night at the Magnolia "Oh, listen! boys. They set up a job on him, he's a countryman, you know a poor little countryman from a small village called Chicago he's got three millions, remember, all in hard cash. Nice, quiet motherly old gentleman is Mr. Mason butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Everybody's coming, I tell you. If Mukton Lode doesn't sit up and take notice with a new lease of life after tonight, I'm a Dutchman. Run, there's the bell." The merciful Scribe will spare the reader the details incident upon the arrival of the several guests.
"What is it you have on ice, Garry?" he asked at last with a laugh, yielding to an overpowering conviction that he must change the subject "a new Corn Exchange? Nobody can beat you in corn exchanges." "Not by a long shot, Jack, got something better; I am five thousand ahead now, and it's all velvet." "Gold-mine, Garry?" queried Jack, turning his head. "Another Mukton Lode?
He received his early training there, but there is no use talking about it, Uncle Peter. I only told you to let you see how the same old thing is going on day after day at Uncle Arthur's. If it isn't Mukton, it's Ginsing, or Black Royal, or some other gas bag." "What did you tell him?" "Nothing, not in all the hour I talked with him. He did the talking; I did the listening."
Portman was, and so were many of the directors of the Mukton Lode, not to mention various others capitalists whose presence would lend dignity to the occasion and whose names and influence would be of inestimable value to the future of the corporation.
What are you doing here all by yourself?" Jack stood transfixed! It was his uncle, then, who had robbed young Gilbert! The Mukton Lode! He had handled dozens of the certificates, just as he had handled dozens of others, hardly glancing at the names. He remembered overhearing some talk one day in which his uncle had taken part.
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