. The Saturday evening post. OB. THOSE whogo down intoWall Streetmay be roughly divided intothree classes—workers, rain-bow chasers and there was once a fourthclass, made up exclusively ofElihuGridleyPendleton. OldGrid, as his associates calledhim, was in the Streetbut not one of the Street. To understand this pecul-iar aloofness of Old Grid one had tofollow back for some half dozen gen-erations two diverse racial strains thatmet in his person, met but did notblend. Old Grid himself never fully understood,until the end, the war that went on in his make-upbetween the ghosts of me
. The Saturday evening post. OB. THOSE whogo down intoWall Streetmay be roughly divided intothree classes—workers, rain-bow chasers and there was once a fourthclass, made up exclusively ofElihuGridleyPendleton. OldGrid, as his associates calledhim, was in the Streetbut not one of the Street. To understand this pecul-iar aloofness of Old Grid one had tofollow back for some half dozen gen-erations two diverse racial strains thatmet in his person, met but did notblend. Old Grid himself never fully understood,until the end, the war that went on in his make-upbetween the ghosts of men long dead. He was asmuch surprised as the onlookers by the final out-come of the struggle. On a certain memorable day Old Grid shouldered his talllank form into the frenzied crowd surging round the tickersin the customers room of Merkel, Gordon & Hodge, stock-brokers. A little way from the nearest ticker he stoppedand stared unseeingly ahead of him. He was in no appar-ent hurry to look at the tape or the quotation board.
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