By 1909, when he was 40, Henry M. Blackmer had developed the habit of getting richer every year. He parted his hair in the middle, wore pince-nez, had a dignified squint in his right eye and cheerfully endured high starched collars which would have turned the blow of a Malay's kris. And he enjoyed spending money almost as much as stuffing it away in bank vaults.
As a young New England lawyer, he had gone to Colorado when gold was pouring out of the fabulous Cripple Creek district. He got his share of...
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