- lar less or so in profits. It's a shame, and I'd like
to have that little rat Gould here to tell him and then pull his nose."
Mr. Gould stood by the blusterer's side almost crushed in the crowd. He said nothing, however, and the man continued his outburst until he reached a station, where he left the car, after pronouncing a final malediction upon Gould's head.
"Well, well," said Mr. Gould, turning to an acquaintance, "that was hot, wasn't it? I was very much annoyed at the delays and crowds myself and I did want to tell the man that I was not responsible for the limited number of trains. If he had not been so abusive, I would have told him that it was all Sage's doings. He advised taking the extras off and I suffer for it. I do wish Sage could have been here, for I think I would have told that fellow all about it and let Sage get his deserts."
An illustration of the rush and hurry of Jay Gould's life is told among the Pennsylvania mountaineers in the region round about Gouldsboro.
Mr. Gould's father was superintendent of the tannery at Canadensis, which was the property of his son, and received therefor the salary of $20 per week, which in those parts placed him high up in the category of the well to do. Canadensis is four and a half miles from the railroad station at Cresco on the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western railroad, and the road between is a rough mountain road not fitted for fast speeding.
When the old man died Jay Gould was summoned
