New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Wall Street (New York, N.Y.) -- Fiction
“Oh, there is no danger of that. If you will give me a check for
$35,000, leaving $3,000 with the trust company for emergencies, I shall
buy some bonds which I feel reasonably certain will advance in price
within a few months.”
“_Ticky-ticky-ticky-tick_,” interrupted the ticker. In some inexplicable
way it seemed to him that the brassy sound had an ominous ring, so he
added: “But you will have to let me know promptly, Mrs. Hunt. The stock
market, you see, is not a polite institution. It waits for none, not
even for your sex.”
“Gracious me, must I take the money out of the bank to-day and bring it
to you?”
“A check will do.” He began to drum on the desk nervously with his
fingers, but ceased abruptly as he became aware of it.
“Very well, I’ll send it to you to-day. I know you’re very busy, so I
won’t keep you any longer. And you’ll buy good, cheap bonds for me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Hunt.”
“There’s no danger of losing, is there, Mr. Colwell?”
“None whatever. I have bought some for Mrs. Colwell, and I would not run
the slightest risk. You need have no fear about them.”
“It’s exceedingly kind of you, Mr. Colwell. I am more grateful than I
can say. I—I——”
“The way to please me is not to mention it, Mrs. Hunt. I am going to try
to make some money for you, so that you can at least double the income
from the trust company.”
“Thanks, ever so much. Of course, I know you are thoroughly familiar
with such things. But I’ve heard so much about the money everybody loses
in Wall Street that I was half afraid.”
“Not when you buy good bonds, Mrs. Hunt.”
“Good morning, Mr. Colwell.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Hunt. Remember, whenever I may be of service you are
to let me know immediately.”
“Oh, thank you, so much, Mr. Colwell. Good morning.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Hunt.”
Mrs. Hunt sent him a check for $35,000, and Colwell bought 100 five-per
cent gold bonds of the Manhattan Electric Light, Heat & Power Company,
paying 96 for them.
“These bonds,” he wrote to her, “will surely advance in price, and when
they touch a good figure I shall sell a part, and keep the balance for
you as an investment. The operation is partly speculative, but I assure
you the money is safe. You will have an opportunity to increase your
original capital and your entire funds will then be invested in these
same bonds—Manhattan Electric 5s—as many as the money will buy. I hope
within six months to secure for you an income of twice as much as you
have been receiving from the trust company.”
The next morning she called at his office.
“Good morning, Mrs. Hunt. I trust you are well.”
“Good morning, Mr. Colwell. I know I am an awful bother to you, but——”
“You are greatly mistaken, Mrs. Hunt.”
“You are very kind. You see, I don’t exactly understand about those
bonds. I thought you could tell me. I’m so stupid,” archly.
“I won’t have you prevaricate about yourself, Mrs. Hunt. Now, you gave
me $35,000, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Her tone indicated that she granted that much and nothing more.
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