extracts from the newspapers he had brought. The
first article stated that recently a new factor had appeared in the
Chicago wheat market. A "Bull" clique had evidently been formed,
presumably of New York capitalists, who were ousting the Crookes crowd
and were rapidly coming into control of the market. In consequence of
this the price of wheat was again mounting.

Another paper spoke of a combine of St. Louis firms who were advancing
prices, bulling the market. Still a third said, at the beginning of a
half-column article:

"It is now universally conceded that an Unknown Bull has invaded the
Chicago wheat market since the beginning of the month, and is now
dominating the entire situation. The Bears profess to have no fear of
this mysterious enemy, but it is a matter of fact that a multitude of
shorts were driven ignominiously to cover on Tuesday last, when the
Great Bull gathered in a long line of two million bushels in a single
half hour. Scalping and eighth-chasing are almost entirely at an end,
the smaller traders dreading to be caught on the horns of the Unknown.
The new operator's identity has been carefully concealed, but whoever
he is, he is a wonderful trader and is possessed of consummate nerve.
It has been rumoured that he hails from New York, and is but one of a
large clique who are inaugurating a Bull campaign. But our New York
advices are emphatic in denying this report, and we can safely state
that the Unknown Bull is a native, and a present inhabitant of the
Windy City."

Page looked up at Landry quickly, and he returned her glance without
speaking. There was a moment's silence.

"I guess," Landry hazarded, lowering his voice, "I guess we're both
thinking of the same thing."

"But I know he told my sister that he was going to stop all that kind
of thing. What do you think?"

"I hadn't ought to think anything."

"Say 'shouldn't think,' Landry."

"Shouldn't think, then, anything about it. My business is to execute
Mr. Gretry's orders."

"Well, I know this," said Page, "that Mr. Jadwin is down town all day
again. You know he stayed away for a while."

"Oh, that may be his real estate business that keeps him down town so
much," replied Landry.

"Laura is terribly distressed," Page went on. "I can see that. They
used to spend all their evenings together in the library, and Laura
would read aloud to him. But now he comes home so tired that sometimes
he goes to bed at nine o'clock, and Laura sits