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A few days later Burton sent for Wheaton to come to his office. One
hundred shares had been secured from a ranchman. Wheaton carried the
purchase money in currency to Burton's office; he was as shrewd as
William Porter, and he did not care to have the clerks in the bank
speculating about his checks.
He locked his certificate, when Burton got it for him, in his private
box in the vault, and waited the rebound which he firmly expected in the
price of the stock. His sole idea was to make a profit by the purchase.
He felt perfectly confident that Porter had bought Traction stock with a
definite purpose; he still had no idea who were the principal holders of
Traction stock or bonds, and he was afraid to make inquiry. A man who
was as secretive as Porter probably had confidential sources of
information, and it was not safe to tap Porter's wires. His conscience
was easy as to the method by which he had gained his knowledge of
Porter's purchases; he certainly meant no harm to Porter.
CHAPTER XXII
AN ANNUAL PASS
Timothy Margrave was, in common phrase, a good railroad man. He had
advanced by slow degrees from the incumbency of those lowly manual
offices called jobs, to the performance of those nobler functions known
as positions. Margrave's elevation to the office of third vice-president
and general manager was due to his Pull. This was originally political
but later financial; and he now had both kinds of Pulls. There is no
greater arrogance among us than that of our railway officials; they are
greater tyrants than any that sit in public office. The General
Something or Other is a despot, the records of whose life are written in
tissue manifold; his ideals are established for him by those of his own
order who have been raised to a higher power, which he himself aspires
to reach in due season. Margrave had gone as high as he expected to go
with the corporation whose destinies he had done so much to promote; all
who were below him in the Transcontinental knew that he held their lives
in his hands; all his subordinates, down to the boys who carried long
manila envelopes marked R. R. B. to and from trains called him IT.
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