THE FINANCIER 
" There, there, now," soothed Tighe, with his slightly 
Irish brogue. 
Suddenly the broker leaped up. 
"Damn the brokerage business, anyhow!" he exclaimed. 
" I've never had a day's peace since I entered this 
street. I'll quit this hole for good. I'll dig in a ditch 
first." 
His face was red, his eyes flaring and tempestuous. 
Cowperwood noticed that his hair was of a peculiarly 
rich, flaxen hue, and that his finger-nails were particularly 
shiny from having been long polished. 
" Don't say that, now," said Tighe. " You'll feel bet- 
ter after a while. You'll come back. We all do." 
The man strode out. 
" There you have it, Cowperwood," observed Tighe, 
meditatively. " That's the way. This is the worst run 
I've been through yet. I don't know where we're going 
to end. I may have to close myself yet." 
Cowperwood looked out at the street through the win, 
dow at the time. Surely life was grim. And you couldn't 
blame anybody. This panic was somewhat like a storm 
blowing from nowhere. No particular person was to 
blame; but, nevertheless, he felt as though he had had 
enough of the brokerage business, and decided, now that 
he had this free money, to leave Tighe and go into business 
for himself. Tighe, like Waterman & Co., had decided 
that he could use Cowperwood best as a minor partner; 
but the latter was not to be tempted. 
" I think you have a nice business," he explained, in 
refusing; "but I want to get in the note-brokerage busi- 
ness for myself. I don't trust this stock game. I don't 
believe I'm a good gambler at heart. I'd rather have a 
little business of my own than all the floor work in this 
world." 
"But you're pretty young, Frank," argued his 
 
ployer. "You have lots of time to work for yourself."
 
In the end he parted friends with both Tighe and 
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