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Barrett BiUinpby's Compassion.
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An unpleasant atmosphere had settled
like a dense fog upon the great Trust and
liven ordinary civilities between offi
ciai3 and employes had given place to the
coldest and chariest of greetings, while
something like frowns of suspicion and
anxiety rested upon the faces of all, from
President Barrett Billingsby down to
jolly IJarry Everett, the lusty messenger
of the bank.
Only this very morning, Mr. Bil
lingsby, as he was entering the bank, had
accidentally overheard a most ominous
conversation between a large depositor
and one of the receiving tellers.
"What in the Old Harry's the matter
•with the folks here, anyhow? Bank ill
"Kb?—What? Why, certainly not!
Never had a. larger surplus than this very
minute," replied the teller in almost of
"Dead morally, incontrovertibly
"Well, you don't look it. Nobody has
looked it here lor a month. All seem 10
be in the dumps; soem to be in mourning;
seem to have a funeral on hand. Any
thing to weep over, honest now ?"
"Nonsense! Not a thing," returned
the teller with assumed heartiness, aa no
blotted the entry and returned the cus
"Don't believe it. Looks like pecula
tion, or check-kiting, or the bank's been
bard hit with forgery, or balloon loans.
SSee here, young man." continued the
customer, lowering his voice contiden
tially, and speaking close to the window,
"you just say lor me to friend Billingsby,
on the quiet, you know, that this con
founded churlishness and down-in-th'
mouthness are really hurting the Trust
"Yes, hurting it. Friends of the bank
are whispering it over and shaking their
heads. First thing you know here, de
posits will be quietly withdrawn. Then
there'll be a run. Then up you'll go.
"Two million more than we can use, in
the vaults," replied tho toiler with an in
"Don't matter. Two days of the right
kind of a crowd'd leave tue balance the
other way. You just montion what I've
said to Blllingsby. Good morning."
"I will. sure. Thanks!" replied the
teller with genuine activity, as he shook
himself into something like cheenness,
but, on the departure oi the customer, in
stantly relapsed into hits previous look of
gravity and concern.
"That settles it!" said Mr. Billingsby
stoutly to hunseli.as heontered his private
othce, removed nis overcoat and imme
diately returned to the exchange.
He passed quickly behind the oak and
brass-grated partitions and moved rapidly
from one little compartment to another,
speaking a low quiet and earnest words
to each occupant.
This bad an almost electrical effect in
reinlusing, whether enforced or real, that
demeanor of satisfaction and general con
tent which has oltcu been Known to stand
a bank iv the stead of sorely needed cash
in times of great emergency and peril.
Mr. Billings by, after Observing with
satisfaction the marked change his brief
conference with his employes had created,
returned to his private office with the re
"i told them I would end this anony
auce at once, and now 1 will do it!"
With only a mere glance at a huge pile
of unopened letters upon his dusk, ijo
immediately went to his telephone and
gave tbe instrument a peremptory
lie made his order to the central office,
and, while waitiug lor a response to ins
call, stood looking worriedly through the
strong iron bars of his window into the
•walled court below. Suddenly he gave a
'•Wonder what old Everett's doing
down there?" he reiiected. "That's no
place for him at this hour. 1 didn't
know any of our amployes had access to
the court before noon."
'"Yes," turning the instrument. "The
Trust and Security—Mr. BiUingsby's at
the 'phone. Is that you, Diugietou?
Good morning! Busy?"
A little silence ensued.
"Sorry, but can't you postpone your
preliminary investigation on that jewelry
robbery until a little later in tiie day?
My word is in a measure involved in
straightening out a little matter here im
mediately. Greatly obliged if you would
step down for a lew minutes—yourself,
you know? "
Another short silence followed, during
which Mr. Billiugsby's face expressed
Lopefulnos, perturbation and satislactiou
"All right. Very much obliged. Just
run in for a lew miuute.s on your way to
the tram. L'm-m-m? All right. Good
He rang off the call, stepped to tho
window, peered closely about the court
and with the remark "i sometimes don't
know just what to make of old Everett.
But it isn't him, that's sure enough !" be
gan a hasty examination of his morning's
He was thus deeply engrossed when
Dingleton, the head of a great detective
agency, entered his private ollice, seated
himself ciose to his desk and, with a
slight inclination of his head backward
toward the tellers and the vaults, said
••No trouble out there, I hope?"
Not like any of the detectives in the
stories and "the books was Dingleton;
those detectives with blue-black beards
and black-bine mustaches, dreadiul
voices and steely, glittering eyes, who
rump and rend and soar tnrough time
and space, the Nemeses oi avenging
justice, and who should all be clapped
into the vacuum of forgetluluess by one
triumphant sweep of the stern band of
He was a stocky, pudgy man, with as
line a paunch as good living ever grew, a
comfortable of resting his hands
upon it. s nobby head which had room
to repose upon a big neck set close down
•within broad shoulders, and with such a
pleasant and merry smile lighting his
cray eyes and pursing his kindly mouth,
that any one knowing him would almost
■welcome trouble for the pleasure of hav
ing Dingleton help him out.
"Nothing serious," answered Mr. Bill
ingsby, brightening up.
"That's good!" said Dingleton heartily.
"It might lead to wor.^e, though," con
tinued the banker reflectively.
"That's so," assented Diugieton pleas
"The entire amount taken lias not cx
ceedou three months' salary of our low
eat paid clerk. But the nature of the
peculations is mystifying and annoying.
"Most always is," mused Dingleton
"One day it is one department, the
next in anotiior. It is never more than a
bill or two of small denomination. Some
times/again, it is even postage stamps,
and yesterday a bond coupon was
"'I imip!" ejaculated the detective half
"V ou can see it is not the loss itself. It
is the doubt and anxiety everyone- suf
fers. Tho entire lorce is becoming de
moralized, aim, as I iearned this mom- j
ing, this is being unfavorably noticed by j
the bank's customers."
"That's bad"; murmured Dingleton.
"Suspect anybody ?"
"No ono; positively no one."
'Oh, no; to bo sure." This soitly and
musingly from the detective. "We 'ran !
out' and reported ou all your folks here
some time ago, Mr. Billingsby?"
"Yes, just twenty months since; when!
the new directory came in."
"From—ah—the President down to the
messenger and night watchman ?"
"Everyone. Treated us all alike." ■
"All alike"; echoed Dingleton blandly,
"Have you those reports handy ?"
The bunk President unlocked his desk;
reached into ono of its compartments, |
and handed a small packet of neatly-filed !
reports to tho detective.
The latter edged bis chair around a lit
tle to the light and rau them over hastily, !
occasionally filliping the dust from one or '
"Too dusty !" he observed quietl v.
"What do you mean, Dingleton?"
"Good idea to look such things over,
about -well, about quarterly, Mr. Bil
lingsby. Any good man can run a long
way oil the track, iv less than a quarter's j
time. In much less than a quarter's i
time;" ho replied thoughtfully.
"Why, I know the habits and environ- !
ment of every one o! our employes like a j
book; like a book, sir."
Tho detective said this so politely so I
casually ana yet so pointedly, that" the ;
banker instantly knew it meant: Then!
why these thefts, and why havo you sent I
tor Diugletou? Aud he Hushed notice- !
"Good showing here; remarkably good '■
showing, Mr. liiilingsby;" added the de
tective heartily. "Have you taken ou
any employes since these reports?"
"Why, yes. There's old Everett—"
"He's not far beyond my age; but I
have como to think of him as 'old Evor
et', he's so gray-haired, quiet, ambling
"•.Juiet, ambling and hollow-eyed?" re
peated Diugieton with the inllection of
interrogation. "And what are his du
"On the depositors' accounts—third or
fourth assistant, I believe."
"Has access, back aud lorth, to the
vaults aud parses aud repasses the tell
"Certainly. A dozen other employes of
necessity nave also. Now, soe hero
Dingleton. I don't want you to involvo
that poor old fellow in any of your de
tective istratagems. You fellows have a
way of jumping at conclusions and then
weaving all sorts of assumptions aud do
vioes to sustain your theories. Let old
Everett alone. 1 wouldn't have him
hurt with oven tho suspicion of a sus
picion for my position here. "Why, you
migtit as well pounce upon his boy
Harry, our messenger, as thorough a
personification of frankness and suushine
as ever helped bless the labors of a great
"Taken on together?"
"Not exactly. The old gentleman first,
a little over a year since; and Harry, two
or three mouths later, at the time our old
messenger went out on a pension."
"You don't mind telling mo under just
Mr. Billiugsby Hushed again. A man
ot his jinigineut, and his position, piques
easily at implied criticism of policy or
"Certainly not." This a little coolly.
"You know 1 believe in physical train
ing for business men? For years I havo
kept UP my babit of taking long walks
every morning before and alter breakfast:
tho after-Dreakfastjaunt always terminat
ing here at the bank."
"Excellent Idea," observed Dingloton,
taking another comfortable clutch at his
"A hen tho first pinch of the hard
times was upsetting monetary affairs
, generally, I made it a ruio to yet here un
usually early. I saw v good deal on my
wayturoogh tho city that worried me—
thousands of men out of work, hungry,
distracted aud desperate. One morning
on reaching tiio bank. 1 saw this v<»i "
tnao, old Everett, shuffling back and
forth iv a panting sort ot way along the
side ol the bunk building, looking as
though he were determined to do some
thing for which he couid be taken in
charge uy the police."
">oii of anarchial tendencies?" sug
gested Dinglelon dozinsly again.
"Yes; if an utterly discouraged man
with a boulder in hispocketaud his hand
I clutching the boulder, may Le looked
upon iv that light."
"Ouipu !" murmured the detective.
"I was miserably depressed by the con
dition of business al airs: but somehow I
could not pass that man, and, thank God !
1 did not. As 1 s;ood at the corner hesi
tatingly, our eyes met. He turned
quickly and hastened away, as if he knew
1 wore conscious of his giulty purpose. I
overtook him in a moment; toid him to
wait about that little matter of the stone
throwing until after breakfast; soon had
him ouisii.ie of a hearty meal, and his
story briefly told."
"Yes: and sad."
The was a faint flash of resentment in
tho banker's glance at the imperturbable
j Dingletou; buthecontinued. as when one
! able man,-in his tone and inflection rather
than in his words, sets his own views
stolidly against another able man's possi
bly differing theories.
'•Ho was simply a man of good birth
surroundings and ambitions, a scholar a
thinker, a writer—at ono time a college
professor, 1 believe—who had drifted out
of lucrative employment. Then relatives
and friends feli off, one by one, and as
hard times are fiercest and most merciless
on this class, he had at last come to such
SACRAMESPTO DAILY BECOBP-TTSIO:^ SATrHDAT, OCTOfIEU in, TS34.
desperate strait that his family was starv
ing and he himaeli was maddenod into a
The detective for t!ie lirst time here ox
hihited a trace of interest.
"it was to do something," continued
the banker, "so desperate, and yet so
unique and unusual, as to sec:u re public
attention to and sympathy for his family,
whatever the result to himself. My
timely arrival at the bank alone pre
vented him destroying ono of our huge
plate win lows."
"Was this the result on his part of sud
den impulse, or of deliberation?" casually
inquired the detective.
"Thorough deliberation, he told me, as
the only means open to him to save his
lamily from actual starvation."
"I examined a few letters and papers
he bad with him; was satisfied his gitua
tion was precisely as he represented it;
gavo him (juste a sum of money with
which to relievo the immediate necessi
tiies of his family; carefully looked up
his references, and, within a week, saw
he had t!io place here in the bank which
he has since tilled with an almost abject
and slavish regard lor the minutest de
tail of his duties. Why, if you would
just once look in his face—fifth desk to
the right, book-keeping department —
and in the face of that boy of his, i even
think the groat detective, Allan Dinglo
ton, would meit for h moment into some
thing like compassion for and confidence
in human kind!"
"No doubt, no doubt," the latter re
joined assuringty. Bat ho immediately
inquired with some earnestness:
"How about the boy?"'
"liarry Everett? "Why, he came and
went his iathor lor a time, and i was so
taken with his engaging ways, his bright,
energetic and chipper determination in all
liitlo things about him coming under my
notice, that i gave him tlio place of mes
senger tiie moment it was vacant. That
boy will make his mark in tho world,
if i am any judge ot character, Dingle
"Rather loud of him, arn't you?"
Tho detective said this with a good deal
of searching keenness.
"Yes, lam. 1 don't mind toiling you,
in confidence, that entirely aside from
his splendid character, his face is start
ingly — like— well, Dingloton, almost
every man can open the book of his life
to a well-thumbed andsacred page—"
"Decidedly, decidedly!" said tho de
tective uneasily but sympathetically.
•*On thai page, in my book, is the faco
of the first—not tho only ono, bloss my
good wife!—woman 1 ever loved. Wo
quarreled about some trilling tiling, and,
as 1 was only just starting then and bad
everything to acquire, a man of better
station happened along and—"
"Of course, of course. You can't al
ways depend on 'em. Just walked oil'
with her, I suppose?" interrupted the de
"Yes, just walked oIF with her. Ah,
me! That was nearly twenty-live years
ago. Well, Harry Everett's face is her
face, Dingleton; her f.ico as nearly as a
boy s can be a woman's! Bat he's a no-
I bio fellow on his own account, and 1
really think tho world of him."
"Just so, just so! Now soe here, Mr.
iiillingsby," remarked tlie detective
; crisply, as ho fussily looked at his watch.
I "You want tueso peculations stopped?"
"They must be."
"Well, 1 won't try to stop tiiem unless
I am fioe to stop thorn my way!"
Tho President of the Trust and Security
j Bank aroso as if about to determinate tho
; interview with a heated protest.
"My way, mind!" repeated Dingleton
quietly. Hut ho added quickly: "We'll
| begin by suspecting nobody."
i The banker's lace relaxed.
"We'll leave tho Evorotts out."
Mr. Billingsby touk tho detective's
"We'll just play it wide open for o-- en
| era) results, and shadow and 'run out'
j every one in tho bank again thor
"And if a suppositions 'Bank Exam
iner1 — understand? — happened in sud
denly meantime, it will be all right?"
"Certainly, certainly. 1 understand.
|Be thorough now—so thorough that you
will come back hero when wo have the
| right party and apologize tor your hall
; suspicions of ray proteges!'l
"Oli, sure, sure. Morning, morning!"
And the two men of affairs separated
each thoroughly respoctmg the other, Inn
each as thoroughly decided and deter
mined in his own convictions.
The banker turned to his morning's
i mail, but his anxiety for tho outcome of
I the Dinglctou investigation was upoor
He tried to reason^himself out of this
j and to analyze his own strange disturb
j anceuf mind. Tho figure of John Ever
; ett in the court, and his furtive glance up
to his window, as if to assure himself that
tho banker had not yet arrived and Jiu
had not been observed, continually
; haunted him.
lie stepped to his window repeatedly
as though expocting aud dreading to
discover him there again. Finally ne
descended into tho court through a pri-
I vale passage way*
The iucfosare was formed by a dead
I wall so thick and high that it could not
j bo scaled from tho side street, from the
; opposite adjoining property, or from the
j open alley behind. Huge iron spikes
rau round the entire coping. At tho rear
was a small store-house with a stone side
and roof; in which tons of old records and
papers wore kept, aud this was lighted
i by a single window, grated as securely as
a prison's, which opened into tho alloy,
and the room was entered from the court
through a sturdy but antiquated vault
door which had been in use in tho former
bank structure ou the site of the present
The entire arrangement of dead wall
and storo-house had been the result ot a
j desire on the part of tho directory to give
greater structural protection to the pres
i cut bank vaults which stood at tho rear of
the bank, and were built into aud against
its heavy end wall.
On the other hand, when Dingleton's
chipper "Bank Examiner" had arrived
aud been introduced to the various em
ployes, it was with no little self-gratula
tiou at his own cunning and discretion
that the banker had detailed old John
Everett to personally assist him. He
I had thus been able to watch him closely
j for hours.
j His almost child-like simplicity and
directness in answering questions; his
kindliness in giving information to tho
supposititious official among them, and
his patience and genial servility in ond
lessiy trotting between desks and vaults,
laden with huge ledgers and records,
relieved Mr. Billingsby's mind aud filled
mm with elation and gladness in tho
I conviction that his forebodings were
doubtless the result of Dingleton's subtle
though unaccountable influence. So ;
when bright-facod Harry Kverett along
toward the doss of bank hours brought !
him a pile of letters and other documents
for his signature, his attitude to the lad
was altogether one of persistent interest
an 1 fondness. Indeed it was almost as
though the banker were bent on repair- !
ing some secret injustice.
He took both of Harry's hands in his
own heartily ami drew him into a chair
clo.^o behind his desk.
"Xo, don't go, Harry," he insisted
when the lad in a moment more had
arisen to leave the room and await no
tice of return from the President's bell. I
"Stay here while 1 run over and sign I
these. I don't often get a chance for a
good visit with you, Harry."
The boy's face beamed glowingly under
the kind words and kinder manner of the
"Thank you, sir," ho answered pride
"♦Jetting along all right here at the
"< >h, I hope so, sir."
"Well, you are, Harry, and it does my
heart good to know it. Keep right on as
you havo begun aud some day you'll
be in my chair here, Harry."
"1 wouldn't want that, sir," he re
turned with blushing face.
"Why not, Harry?"
"Weii, 'twouldu't be the same place
then, sir. I often tell mother we'll never
havo another friend lika Mr. Biilings
"And what does mother say to that,
"Well, it's kind of strango about that,
sir. She always looks sad instead ol hap
py, sir; and says Barrett—that's your
Christian name, isn't it Mr. Billingsby?
—was never less than a nobleman, sir!"
Mr. Billingsby used a quill nib for his
signatures. At this innocent remark by
the messenger it rattled furiously over
tho papers before him, and ho sud
denly made an exclamation of impa
"Here, Harry, take this to the corre
spondence clerk," he said confusedly,
"and havo another written. I have spoiled
The lad ran nimbly away on his brief
errand. Mr. Billingsby stepped quickly
to tho window and looked sean-hingly
down into tho little court. When tho
boy returned tho banker was composedly
at his desk again, but meantime another
faco had dimly but pitifully forced itself
beside that of John Everett and his no
Scratch, scratch, scratch went tho
banker's pen for a time as if tho man bo
side him had been entirely forgotten.
The signatures were at hist done anil the
pile oi papers were in Harry's hands
again. Mr. Billingsby arose and with his
arm around the lad's shoulder walked to
his office door with him.
"And you are all happy from your
changed condition, Harry?" he asked
patting his shoulder encouragingly.
"Sisters — they're tho joliiost romps
anywhere, Mr. Billingsby!—and 1 aud
mothor, sometimes, are the gladdest folks
"And —mother —sometimes?" asked the
"Well, you see, if it wasn't for two
things, shod be so, too."
"Only two things?"
Ho seemed to l>o thinking aloud rather
than asking a question, and tho lad prat
tied on innocently.
"It's this way. Father isn't just what
he used to be, some ways. We can't jolly
him up like. Then ho won't read any
thing more but those miserable books of
I'eliamy's aud Gorge's, aud those tracts
ho gets from Europe, in German and
French. Mother trios tho best she can to
stop it; but ho says we don't understand
the awful state of things, and that he
"The awful state of things, Harry?"
"Yes, the millions that are kept "down
by the rich, as ho says, aud tho bloody
revolution that's coming — something
iiko that, Mr. Billingsby."
The banker's arm tightened about tho
lad's shoulder witu such force that ho
looked up quickly aud apologetically
"But we'll have him out of all that,
Mr. Billingsby. See if we don't! When
he get's healthier he'll bo jollier mother
s.iys. And she says, 100. that by and by
when ho don't have to work—quite so
much—nights at the bank —"
"Work nights at the bank!'
"< in tne • ooks you know, sir?"
The banker almost gasped this, aud the
lad looked up at him so puzzled, regret
ful and confused, lest he iiad let an uu
gratoiul implication escape nia lips, that
Mr. Billingsby altered his tone and man
"oh, yes, yes, yes. Of course. Tho
books —at night, horo at the bank. Well,
well, Harry. Say nothing to your mother j
or lather about having mentioned these
tilings to me. I ought to have bjen more
thoughtful. Your father isn't a btrong
man, Harry. Yes. yes! I'll see about it
—directly, directly. But, mind now, not
a word of this; not a word to them thai
you have spoken to mol"
Ho oven bent down and pressed his
face against the boy's fair head as though
the young worker had boeu his own
child, saying, tenderly:
"lie a brave, truo lad yourself, Harry,
whatever happens, and all will be
The door opened, closed with a soft
click, aud tho proud, happy lad was
Well for him that he saw not the face
of tho banker, for when it turned to tho
window above the court it was as white
us the stone walls that shut tho strong
Here was a new and an overshadowing
The President of tho Trust and Security
Bank was now plunged iuto an entirely !
j different aud far more distressing series
of doubts and misgivings.
Old John Kverett's unaccountable pre
tense to his family regarding night work
at tho bank, and his plainly hopeless
fatuity in relation to certain social ques
tions, as innocently revealed by Harry,
seemed far more alarming to Barrett B;l
--lingsby than all thu petty depredations
thai tho bank had so far suffered.
Nor had these wholly ceased, despite
the constant presence, far more than a
week now, of liingleton's most skillful
operative in the guise of a bank examiner.
Added to this, bingioton's "shadowing"
reports, which for several days had been
pouring in upon him,had neither changed
the satisfactory status of any employe, or
| developed other facts than tiioso perfectly
! creditable to the two persons who filled
j the banker's mind and heart with the
keenest anxiety and concern.
"I cannot bear this suspenso any
longer. lam going to know tho truth!"
These were the banker's words and
this was his determination as ho sat one
morning before a half-read package of
iho voluminous Dingleton reports.
He immediately passed out into the
street and shortly returned with a wallet
well tilled with bills, procured during
his absence at another bank. He lelt or
dera in the outer ollice that ho was not
to be disturbed lor an hour's time. Then
he sat at his desk, carefully marking the
bills he had secured, and when this task
was done he strolled with apparent uu
concern among his busy employes with
the waliet in his hand.
With a word to this one, a nod to an
other, and a brief but kindly greeting
hero and there, aud with pauses of ap
proval or interest among tho differeut
departments, he at ias>t casually engaged
in conversation with tho Cashier regard
ing some slight improvement in the rec
ord vault, m aud out of which old John
Kvereti was occasionally going and com
ing with various burdens of books.
Here, as if by accident, he left the
wailet, and soon returned to his private
office, where numerous demands upon
him occupied his attention until a late
"How contemptible one feels when
endeavoring to entrap another human
being!" he exclaimed as he finally re
sumed the reading of the Dingloton re
He had taken one in his hand, given it
a cursory glance, and was about to toss it
discouragedly back upon tho desk when
his eye caught John Everett's name. In
another moment he was bending over it
with startled eyes and trembling hands,
for this is what Barrett Billingsby read:
BBPOKTS OF OPERATIVES JAMIKSOX AND ZOW
Operative Jamieson, detailed by Superinten
dent Prang.took up John Everett as he lelt the
Xrogt and security Bauk. Shadowed him to
his home, 1068 W. Eighth street Waited in j
hallway .ot apartment house until Everett's i
reappearance at apartment door with his
wile, who urged him to return early from his
work "on the books at the bank." Shadowe 1
Everett across town the East Side, where he
was occasionally baited b> tuen ot foreign ap
pearance and language, with most ol whom
he engaged In earnest conversation. Everett
finally entered the noted anarchist resort of
lierr Proust, to which admission was refused
Operative Jauoiesoo, who thereupon Immedi*
ately reported the lai-t.s to the Agency and whs
relieved trom duty.
Operative Zowbrinakl, detailed by Assistant
Superintendent Robertson, arived at herr
Probst's anaroblst headquarters at 8:45 r. m.,
and was admitted, to the Circle in a manner
which the rules of the Dingteton Agency pro
hibit him trom relating. From description
furnished recognized Jonu Everett as "Num
ber 27." Number 27 paid In a large sum of
money to the Circle Treasury during the
evening, lie also violently harangued the
Circle as to the necessity of the use ot Imme
diate ami desperate means in behalf of an
archistic principles. The Circle adjourned
shortly alter midnight, and Operative Zow
orinski nas reason to believe, from certain
evidences impossible to disclose In this re
port, thai Number 27 (John Everett) was
designated, by lot, to at once personally carry
out .some extremely desperate undertaking. *
I. S.—Mr. Billingsby will be furnished with
further Important Information, orally, If hu
will call at the Agency at his earliest conve
Something like a pitiful groan escaped
the lips of the President of tho Trust and
Whatever was behind it in his mind
and iieart, ho folded the report methodi
cally, placed it carefully in his inner
pocket, gulped down a great goblet of
ice- water, and in a moment more was
among his employes, a picture of suavity
kindness ami repose.
As he entered a glance into the record
vault told him thai his wallet had been
disturbed. Another glance showed him
that old John Kverett was quickly and
quietly closing the drawer to his desk.
Harry Everett stood near his lather, and
was awaiting to assist him in the removal
of additional iedgers into the vault. Mr.
JLlilliiigsby stepped bosido them and re
marked, with a smile:
"Sec hero, Kverett, you look worked
out. It lacks only a hall an hour of clos
ing now. Harry, I want you to lako
your lathor right out of here!"
The banker moved between the two,
turned the key in the lock of the desk
drawer, handed the key and a gilt em
bossed card to John Kverett and contin
".Now, go right along. There's my
family ticket to the Art Museum. You
still havo three hours ol daylight. Show
your lather all the best pictures, Harry,
it will do him good. Make haste now!
J'll have all these iedgers attended to my
lie half pushed the two along to the al
cove whore their street coats and hats
were hanging; gently but firmly ignored
protests and thanks while these weio be
ing donned; still pleasantly hustled them
along the inner hallway to the employes'
door of oxit; kepi a lirn> and geutle hand
on tho shoulders at each until they loft
the building, when, with a cheery "Good
night, Everett!" and "Good uight,
Harry!" he returned, still composedly
and pleasantly, to the proper disposition
of the ledgers, as ho had promised; took
his wallet, carolessly from the vault, and,
on examining it a lew moments later in
his own room, four.d that three of the
marked bills were gone.
Soon after, the rush of late depositors
and applicants lor money, the Imperative
shutting-down of tellers' windows, tho
thumping of heavy books, tho jarring
and clanging of vault door, and the scut
tling and tramping of impatient, home
ward-turning feet, toll that tho Trust
and Security Bank was closing for the
The Cashier halted at tho President's
door, knocked softly and inquired
"Aru't you off with us, Mr. Billiugs
"No, <Jraves, not just yet. These re
ports here need additional attention. Tell
Watchman Murcbison 1 am here yet.
Have him lock up everything tidy, and
wait for mo outside, by the main en
"All right. Good-night."
"<iood-uight, (iraves," came heartily
from the President's room, whiio the
man WHO uttered it stood again at the
window, pressing his face against its
panes as if looking intently and fixedly
for the entrance ot some dread form
within tho court beiow.
How long he remained, with what sub
tle certaituty of expectation he gazed,
what dolorous things he thought, or what
stinging hurts he sulfered, ure not an
other's to know: but it was with tirm and
tremorleaa tread that he at last turned his
sUps into tho now silent exchange.
'1 he shadows were softly falling upon
the place where such tremendous meas
ure of hopo and fear, tierce satisfaction
and fiercer sorrow are daily balanced and
I adjusted with the impaasiveness of time
itself; and tho banker went straight to
old John Kverett's desk, pass-keys in
He opened the drawer and glanced
within. It contained only one trifling
package, held loosely together with rub
ber bands. Among its contents the
banker saw, first a delicate tracing of tho
bank, its interior compartments, the
vaults aud the outer court with tho stone
store-house and surrounding walls; the
three marked bills which had been taken
from his wallet, and a miniature portrait
of a sweet-faced woman. On the reverse
side of the delicate silver case oi iho min
iature were engraved the words :
My lie;ore! Wife, Ellen Everett.
For a moment it seemed to Barrett Bill
ingsby that tho spacious room held not
ouough air for him to breathe. For a
moment, too, both his hands held fast to
tho front of the open drawer. His lips
parted as if some agonized exclamation
would burst from them; bat one stand
! ing bosido could havo faintly heard only
"Anarchist, thief, and—and husband of
tne woman I loved I"
He placed tho articles he had found in
his pocket with tho Dingle ton reports:
closed and relocked the drawer; returned
to his room and there paced back
and forth for a timo, muttering only:
"(jod help you now—poor, poor old John
Everett!" and again took his station at
the grated window, as the dark came in
and enveloped him at his post as with
an impenetrable mantle. Whatever pre
science of expectation was upon him, ho
had not long to wait.
Through thestill lingering outer murky
light, he saw tho old vault door of the
storehouse slowly open from the inside.
A skulking ligure entered the littlo court.
Through the now open storehouse door
the dim light from the side street, iv the
alloy, disclosed that the iron bars had
been removed from the grated window;
and then tho banker saw old John Kver
ett himself cautiously approaching the
bank, and saw, or thought ho saw, his
white aud haggard face bent fiercely upon
the window where he stood. tie in-
Htinctively retreated and listened, as the
man beneath him moved back and forth
along the rear of the building sear<-hing
ly. Then lie could hear something like
soft pickings, proceeding from the vi
cinity of the wall against tho vaults;
those now and then interspersed with
muffled, grating sounds.
Tho banker felt his way through the
exchange; softly unbolted the door iead
ing from tho bank into the court; stepped
down upon tho pavement, aud came
noiselessly beside old Jonu Kverett, who
was now;upon his knees working with
the utmost caution and preoccupation in
an etiort to place a tube-like object in a
hole evidently previously drilled into the
outer vault walls. Ho stood over the
man for a little, as if actually regarding
his labors with curious " intentness.
Finally he touched him gently and spoke
thoouo word, "Kverett?"
As .vhen one receives a death wound,
the miserable man sprang into tho air and
fell beside his ineotnpleted murderous
work in a quivering heap of helplessness
"Is it fitted with clock-work, John?"
was tho inquiry of the impassive man
"V-e-e-s!" came chatteringly and
hoarsely in reply.
"Set to what hour?'"
"Twelve—twelve o'clock ! Oh, my God!
kill me here where I am I"
"Can you remove the works, and—and
the other things, without peril to your
"Then bring it inside. We will do it
It was with tho banker's utmost^eirorts
that ho got the tretnbline and horror-
/\ffy Does economy bore you?
It ought not to, always. Take the matter
J)f washing with Pearline, for instance,
hat is a pleasant economy. There's your
work made light and short for you ; and
v while your doing it, in this easy, pleas
\ ant way, you can be thinking of the
I \ actual money that you're saving by
j not rubbing things to ruin, as in the
J That ought to be pleasant to
%*/ think of, whether you're doing the
'///////w^' |\ work yourself, or having it done.
'W *\ Millions use Pearline.
C^-3-ri |4 Peddlers and some unscrupulous in"ocers will tell you " this is as good as**
k— JCIILI or " tj ie S ame as Pearline." IT'S FALSE—Pearline is never peddled,
it 13 *» rA-m ancl if y°ur grocer s^ll^ y°u something in place < I Pearline be
JLJcICK. honest— send it tack. 431 JAMES PYLE. New YaA
stricken wretch upon his feet; the deadly
tube in his hands, and, inside the bank,
its innocent appearing contents into tiny
separate parcels. Then, Barrett Isil
liugsby, taking his employe's arm firmly
within his own, tappud at tho door of the
bank's main entrance
Watchman Murchison unlocked tho
door with a surprised lace, as he saw the !
two in company.
"Everett, hero," said tho banker kindly
but decidedly, "nas saved us from a
positive calamity. Now, Murchisou, J
want nothing said of this -on account of
the newspapers. Tho court has boon on
tered from the alloy. We havo Everett
to thank for its timely discovery. Lock
the storehouse door and keep a sharp
lookout daring the night. I want neces
sary repairs made without attracting the
employes' attention; and 1 will be hero
myself very early in tho morning. Good
Then the two departed from tho Trust
and Security Bank —but not to the de
tective agency presided over by Allan
And yet it is often written and said:
"Corporations havo no souls and bankers
are without hearts!"
Their way led along West street to an
open pier. Here, one by one, tho hanker
dropped the tiny parcels into the swiftly
"That's an end of all that, John!" he
said heartily, while great tears coursed
their way down his companion's haggard
In a half hour more they were inside
John Everett's home.
"Ellen," said the banker taking tiie
hand .which had once rested differently
in his own, "I found John down there at
the bank working alter hours". It's not
right. It will break him down, lie's all
fagged out. lie must have an entire
chango at once. I've a little place, only
ten miles out, with a lovely cottage and a
few acres of ground—uo earthly use to
me!—which would do you all worlds cf
good. Now, that place is John Everett's
and Ellen Everett's and Henry Everett's
—bless that boy of yours, Ellen! We'll
push him ahead at the bank!—and all the
rest of the little Everett here for the re
mainder of your natural lives! Well,
well, well!—my dinner'll bo cold if 1
don't hurry hou;o rigut away. (Jod bless
you all aud good night!"'
Was it a wonder that tho astounded
family should find its father and hus
band half fainting and helpless lrom
overwork aud sudden joy? Was it a
wonder that, when they had all got their
breaths again the wildest and most de
lirious whoop ever known in that
quarter of the great city, went up within
the Everett tenement, in Eighth street?
And was it still a wonder wheu the
banker was flu ally seated at his own
table, surrounded by his own happy
family, that his wile,"after looking per
plexedly and many times upon the sol
emn radiance of his noble face, should
exclaim to tho accompaniment of merry
laughter all about the table:
"iJarrett Billingsby, it I did not know
that there was not one iota —not one .sin
gle iota—of sentiment in your entire mor
tal body, 1 would be absolutely sure yon
had done something heroic this very
[For the Record-Union.]
Oh ! sweet the liaz ■ of October days,
Win r<j 1 lazily iloat along,
And list as 1 Boat to some far. sweet note
Of a milkmaid's happy song.
Mayhap some swain bears the loyous Btrain,
As he pauses homeward bound,
To listen and thini; on tue river's brink
1 >1 the burih n of that sweet >ound.
Hiowiy I iloat in my little boat,
1 (rifling with wind and Ude,
With the son caress i>: each wavelet's crest
Sounding on cither side.
And my 'heart beats time to the tinkling
In the reeds as the breeze sweeps through.
When they bend and bow to the stream bAo'w
Where it noweth deep and blue.
I drowsily dip each anger t!i>
In the water sweet and cool,
Tlu v tii ■ crystal beads like pi arly seeds
1 sow aLain to the pool.
Each sunbeam's glance like a liashhii; lanco
Reflects in tins mirror bright,
Like an army bold with squires untold
And many un armored Knight.
They challenge tho wave with valor brave—
a flash—and the vision's scone !
Th> glistening lane no more doth glance,
Tis gone with the setting sun.
And a warning call 'mongst the rushes tall
Telis of birtUings gone to r-1>
For the night falls fastln the long, sweet grass.
As they ruddle witliln each ne.-t.
The shades grow long, and the milkmaid's
Is hushed as night creeps on.
And the noisy mill with its clat.'erin" wheel
Is still, lor the day is done.
And 1 bend to the oar to reach the shore
Under the sky's deep bow,
While all things blend in each turn and bend
of the elver's lav.y flow.
ASBIE dXBRISa CiKMNt;,
[For the Recokd-Uniox.i
Beyond Cloadl&nd—beyond the land that lies
out yonder, fleecy Island of the - 1 -
Would that mine eyes might see; would that
Of mlno migut rest beyond this white ex
This impenetrable expanse of chartlesa sea!
But ever doth th.> future, Jealously,
Keep grunni upon her secrets; though per
The time may come wheu from his.struggling
Man may have dropped" the bandage of the
And may then see, and may thru understand
What now thou do;li forbid, Oh, Cloudland!
Ei.wvn Ikvinc Hoffman.
A Swiss tax on French Papers.
Since the latnous Mclino tariff of L 892
became tho law in France, the commer
cial relations between that country ami
Switzerland have boon the cause of much
vexation on both sides. The Swiss are
determined to retaliate by every means
in their powor. The latest enactment of
the Federal Government is directed
against the French newspapers, some of
which have a considerable circulation in
French .Switzerland. Hitherto tho-o pa
pers have been dispatched in bandies by
the trains. The moment the new law is
put in operation they will no longer be
permitted to enter tho country in this
way. Each copy must p;iy a small fee of
one centime. it is true that a centime is
only about a ritth of a halfpenny, but the
new tax will practically raise the prico of
French half-penuy papers to a penny and
of penny papers to three halfpence. A
very large number of French papers
nowadays belong to the first category,
and of these it will be seen the urico is to
be exactly doubled. —London News.
Professor Fohner of Berlin has 'dur
ing the last seven years examined 70,000
sick domestic animals, of which only
281 showed • symptoms of tuberculosis.
Ol the cats 1 per cent.; had that disease,
while in the case of parrots the lieure was
as highlas 2a per cent., wherefore it is
argued Ithat it is dangerous to let parrots
take pieces ol" sugar, etc., out of one's
Kixdixo noises in the ears, roaring or
buzzing sounds are caused by catarrh.
.Loss of smell or heariim sometilnes result
from it. Hood's Harsaparilla purities tho
blood and cures catarrh.
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to and from ihe cars.
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CAPITAL HOTEL. CORNER SEVENTH
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rTUiE LEADING HOUSE OF - "• \.
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BOAF.D AND ROOM, 21 25 TO S2 PER
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Elegantly furnished rooms in single ur suites
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S. "SV. Corner Third aud J Streets.
For un oyster stew, a raw or fry.
This flrst-olass Cafe you should try.
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stape. It is a symptom ol • Lw ::iciiosa
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ists of the old famous Hudson Medicai institute.
It is the strongest yitalizer made. .It is very
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uareorS packages for $5.00 (plain sealed boxes).
Written guarantee given fr.r a cure. I f you bny
six boxes and are sot entirely cured, six more
will be sent to you free of nil charges.
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