A Theological Tipster by Edwin Lefevre — Read

At first Wall Street thought that Silas Shaw's "religiousness" was an affectation. What purpose the Old Man desired to serve by the calculated notoriety of his church affiliations no one could tell. It is true that many ingenious theories were advanced, some going so far as to hint at repentance. But deep in the hearts of his fellow-brokers, and of his friends and his victims alike, was the belief that old Shaw, in some not generally known way, made practical use of his ostentatious enthusiasm for things churchly as politicians resort to more or less obvious devices to "capture the German vote" or to "please the Irish element."

One day, after a series of skirmishes and a final pitched battle in "South Shore" between the Old Man and the bears, when the pelts of the latter, after the capitulation, added nearly a half million to the old fellow's bank account, certain luminaries of the Methodist Episcopal Church were called into consultation. Silas Shaw had long thought about it; and now there was much conferring and more or less arid and misplaced sermonizing by the theologians and much soothing talk by the Old Man's lawyers; and more Methodist clergymen and more lawyers and more talk; and then a real estate agent and an architect and a leading banker and, at last, just one check from the Old Man.