A Captain of Industry: Being the Story of a Civilized ManSinclair, Upton
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A Captain of Industry: Being the Story of a Civilized Man
Sinclair, Upton
Industrialists -- Fiction; United States -- Fiction
He had put twenty-seven million dollars into this thing; he had bought
the margins of something like a million and three-quarters shares. That
was more shares than were in existence, actually; but under Wall
Street's systems of speculating that is a common enough state of
affairs. The fact that impressed him was that every point that T. & S.
went down he stood to win a million and three-quarters of dollars from
the men he had been fighting. And if instead it went up, and stayed up
the time limit, he owed the same sum instead. And then suddenly the
ticker clicked again; it was five minutes of eleven, and T. & S. still
holding,--157-5/8--157-3/8--157-1/2. He could bear the thing no more; he
drained the bottle and sprang out of the door. In a few moments more he
was on the street.
XXXII
There were thousands of men flying this way and that, wild-eyed and
shrieking. Van Rensselaer caught a phrase here and there,--"freight
rates--ruin them--the van Rensselaers--Shrike." And meanwhile he was
hurrying on his way to the board-room. He was a member and was admitted
to the bedlam, to the edge of that writhing, hysterical mass of men who
were crushing each other, breathless in their efforts to reach the
trading-post. Van Rensselaer gazed at the figure of the stock--it was
157! He heard the same exclamations here that he had heard
outside,--"freight rates--the van Rensselaers,"--and all the rest; and
then suddenly he saw near him a huge ox of a man, waving a paper in one
hand and bellowing in a voice that rang above the whole uproar. It was
one of van Rensselaer's own brokers, the best of them; and as van
Rensselaer heard him his heart stood still. The moment had come!
"I offer twenty thousand three-day sellers! T. & S. twenty
thousand!--one fifty-seven! one fifty-seven! Twenty thousand three-day
sellers--one fifty-six and seven-eighths! one fifty-six and
three-quarters!"
And then again the roar swelled up and drowned him. Men were screaming
from a hundred places: "One thousand at one fifty-six and a half!
Thirty-five hundred at one fifty-six! one fifty-six! one fifty-five and
a half!"
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