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Brother
Henry
was
for
trying
him
on
the
outside
.
It
was
not
always
possible
to
fill
the
orders
with
the
stock
on
hand
,
and
somebody
had
to
go
into
the
street
or
the
Exchange
to
buy
and
usually
he
did
this
.
One
morning
,
when
way-bills
indicated
a
probable
glut
of
flour
and
a
shortage
of
grain
--
Frank
saw
it
first
--
the
elder
Waterman
called
him
into
his
office
and
said
:
"
Frank
,
I
wish
you
would
see
what
you
can
do
with
this
condition
that
confronts
us
on
the
street
.
By
to-morrow
we
're
going
to
be
overcrowded
with
flour
.
We
ca
n't
be
paying
storage
charges
,
and
our
orders
wo
n't
eat
it
up
.
We
're
short
on
grain
.
Maybe
you
could
trade
out
the
flour
to
some
of
those
brokers
and
get
me
enough
grain
to
fill
these
orders
.
"
"
I
'd
like
to
try
,
"
said
his
employee
.
He
knew
from
his
books
where
the
various
commission-houses
were
.
He
knew
what
the
local
merchants
'
exchange
,
and
the
various
commission-merchants
who
dealt
in
these
things
,
had
to
offer
.
This
was
the
thing
he
liked
to
do
--
adjust
a
trade
difficulty
of
this
nature
.
It
was
pleasant
to
be
out
in
the
air
again
,
to
be
going
from
door
to
door
.
He
objected
to
desk
work
and
pen
work
and
poring
over
books
.
As
he
said
in
later
years
,
his
brain
was
his
office
.
He
hurried
to
the
principal
commission-merchants
,
learning
what
the
state
of
the
flour
market
was
,
and
offering
his
surplus
at
the
very
rate
he
would
have
expected
to
get
for
it
if
there
had
been
no
prospective
glut
.
Did
they
want
to
buy
for
immediate
delivery
(
forty-eight
hours
being
immediate
)
six
hundred
barrels
of
prime
flour
?
He
would
offer
it
at
nine
dollars
straight
,
in
the
barrel
.
They
did
not
.
He
offered
it
in
fractions
,
and
some
agreed
to
take
one
portion
,
and
some
another
.
In
about
an
hour
he
was
all
secure
on
this
save
one
lot
of
two
hundred
barrels
,
which
he
decided
to
offer
in
one
lump
to
a
famous
operator
named
Genderman
with
whom
his
firm
did
no
business
.
The
latter
,
a
big
man
with
curly
gray
hair
,
a
gnarled
and
yet
pudgy
face
,
and
little
eyes
that
peeked
out
shrewdly
through
fat
eyelids
,
looked
at
Cowperwood
curiously
when
he
came
in
.
"
What
's
your
name
,
young
man
?
"
he
asked
,
leaning
back
in
his
wooden
chair
.
"
Cowperwood
.
"
"
So
you
work
for
Waterman
&
Company
?
You
want
to
make
a
record
,
no
doubt
.
That
's
why
you
came
to
me
?
"
Cowperwood
merely
smiled
.
