East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1861-12-17

sight Haroldson and he met at the door
as appointed, re-entcred and locked il,
found the pistols, which they had pri-
vately loaded, and deposited in the man
ayers Office, CROPPED their way to the
strong room door, which the manager
also locked upon them and took their
station behind the pillar, pistol in hand.
1t was the first clear night the city had
seen for months, and as they stood there,
the moon, which was near the full, shone
in through narrow window set high in
the thick wall, and doubly grated. Just
at that moment they heard a grating
noise in the corridor, then key turned
outside, and as the door Of the strong
room opened, tall figure clad in white
glided in and made straight up to the
Golfers. My father saw the manager raise
his arm aud level by the moonlight; the
next moment the report Of his pistol rang
through the old house, but it was follow
ed by a shrek from voice they knew,
and there was heavy fall. Both rushed
to the PROSTATE man, but they could not
discern his faces. "For Gods sake, 90
and strike a light" said Haroldson; and
when my father brought the candle he
was standing in pool Of blood and close
to his feet lay the dead white face of his
son! 1t was Frederick, from whom he
had got one Of the good and proper let
tiers that very day, who had come, night
after night, clad in a shrcud and sheet,
and armed with bunch of skeleton keys,
to frighten his fathers clerks and rob the
bank
e Il
ible; one of the flags forming the floor of
the corridor was turned up, disclosing an
open CRATE, ladder Of strong ropes, and
, a passage below, which wound away I'M
der the bank, till it terminated in sort
J of assure in one of the arches of the Al.
) star bridge hard by, of easy access from
t the ice on the rive. Nobody had dreamed
of the existence of that passage; it must
| have been constructed in the monks time,
: as some convenience to those holy broth
l ers, and the memory of it lost in the
4 course of time. How young Haroldson
| spent the money, or who wrote the letters
= from Copenhagen, was never discovered.
G The unfortunate manager went all the
l way to inquire; but he could only learn
that his son had never lodged az the re-
, spectacle house from which they were
t dated, nor been known to any of the &C
i. quaintances mentioned in them. He re-
J, turned to business and tried to 90 on as
e usual, but he never looked himself again.
= Within six months he resigned his man
5 agership, add before the close of the year
Y was laid beside his son. The husband of
b his eldest daughter succeeded him-a dis
:, Greet man my father said-but the bank
# did not prosper under his governments;
S people somehow lost confidence in it after
e the story of young Harodson. IL that
It were Delapres' revenge, or how he con
J. trived to execute it, neither time nor in
II quiry ever informed my father. When
J. the French occupied Hamburg the Danish
l. bank was the first of the public funds
i they seized. The old house was ruined
: in the subsequent bombardment, and has
e since given place to timber stores. So
a my father lost his clerkshp; but he got
e another in Bremen, lived to good old
e age, and told my childhood many tale !;
II but he was never partial to repeating
IS that of the Haunted Bank of Hamburg