rose at once send further instructions." These and similar messages were from brokers' offices, and all of them were in the same tone; one told him that C.P.was up, and another T.
G.P.had passed 129, and another that T.C.R.

R.had risen ten--all of which things were imputed to the wonderful sagacity of Tomlinson.
Whereas if they had told him that X.Y.

Z.had risen to the moon he would have been just as wise as to what it meant.
"Well," said the wife of the Wizard as her husband finished looking through the reports, "how are things this morning?
Are they any better ?" "No," said Tomlinson, and he sighed as he said it; "this is the worst day yet.

It's just been a shower of telegrams, and mostly all the same.
I can't do the figuring of it like you can, but I reckon I must have made another hundred thousand dollars since yesterday." "You don't say so!" said mother, and they looked at one another gloomily.
"And half a million last week, wasn't it ?" said Tomlinson as he sank into a chair.

"I'm afraid, mother," he continued, "it's no good.