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"I say," said Mauburn, coming up, "do you see that angel of the flaming hair with that young Milbrey chap?" The two men gazed where he was indicating. "By Jove! she is a stunner, isn't she?" exclaimed Percival. "Might be one of Shepler's party," suggested Higbee. "He has the Milbrey family out with him, and I see they landed awhile ago.
You go down Broadway to that old church say, Uncle Peter, there's folks in that buryin'-ground been dead over two hundred years, if you can go by their gravestones. Gee! I didn't s'pose anybody'd been dead that long then you turn down the gulch right opposite, until you come to the Vandevere Building, a few rods down on the left. Shepler's there.
He does most of Shepler's business; he's supposed to be closer to Shepler and know more about the inside of his deals than any man in the Street. Well, I ran across Relpin down in the cafe the other night and he was wearing one of those gents' nobby three-button souses. Nothing would do but I should dine with him, so I did. It was the night you and the folks went to the opera with the Oldakers.
They have a private car as large as Shepler's and even more sybaritic, and they'd been making a tour of inspection over their properties. They lunched with us. Knowing the Milbreys, you will divine the warmth of their behaviour toward the son. It was too funny at first.
"He knows something about that one, all right, if he knows she wouldn't have any use for me now. Shepler's coming on with the ladies. I feel quite hopeful about him." The Departure of Uncle Peter And Some German Philosophy The Bineses, with the exception of Psyche, were at breakfast a week later. Miss Bines had been missing since the day that Mr. and Mrs.
His name is Shepler, Rulon Shepler. He's most the biggest man down there." "Sure! I heard of him." "Listen! I'm goin' to bed now. I can sleep since I got my mind made up. But I want to see Shepler in private to-morrow. Don't wake me up in the morning. But get up yourself, and go find his office look in a directory, then ask a policeman. Shepler's a busy man.
He sealed the envelope, placed it securely under the cord that bound the package, and their driver delivered it to the man who opened Shepler's door. As their train emerged from the cut at Spuyten Duyvil and sped to the north along the Hudson, the sun blazed forth. "There, boy, I knew the sun must shine to-day." They had finished their breakfast.
Bines, the Street's never known anything like it. Here are those matters." He handed the old man a dozen or so certified checks on as many different banks. Each check had many figures on it. Uncle Peter placed them in his old leather wallet. "I knew he'd plunge," he said, taking the chair proffered him, near Shepler's desk.
Anyway he said and you can bet what he says goes that the Consolidated is going to control the world's supply of copper inside of three months, and the stock is bound to kite, and so are these other two stocks; Shepler's back of all three. The insiders are buying up now, slowly and cautiously, so as not to start any boom prematurely.
"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.
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