The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-05-24
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Samuel AIcFadden was a watchman
in bank He was poor, but honest,
and his life was without reproaeh
The trouble with him was, he felt that
he was not appreciated His salary
was only four dollars a week, and when
ne asked to have II raised the Pres-
dent, the cashier, and the directors
glared at him through their speetaces
and frowned on him, and told him TO
60 out and stop his insolence when he
knew business was dull and the bank
could not meet its expenses now, let
ting alone recklessly layishing one dol
lar week more upon such miserable
worm as Samuel McFadden. And
then Samuel McFadden felt depressed
and sad aud the haughter scorn Of the
President and cashier cut him to the
soul He would often 90 out in the
side yard and bow hIs venerable head
and weep gallons and gallons Of tears
over his insignifcance, aud pray that
he might be made worthy Of the Presi-
dents and cashiers polite attention
Ono night a happy thought struck
him, gleam of light burst upon his
soul, and gazing down the dim vista Of
years, with his eyes all blinded with
the mist Of joyful tears, he saw himself
rich, honored, and respected SO Sam
el McFadden fooled around, and got u
Jimmy, and a Monkey-wrench, and n
cross-cut saw, and cold chisol aud a
drill and about half ton Of gunpowd-
er, and nitro-glycerine, and all those
things Then in the dead Of night he
went to the fre-proof safe, and after
working at it for while, burst the door
and BRICK work into immortal smash
with such perfect success that there
was not enough 81 that safe left to
make carpet tack Mr. McFadden
then proceeded to load with coupons,
and groenbacks, and currencyand spo.
cie, and to all the odd change that was
lying around anywhere, SO that he
pranced out Of tie bank with one mill
lion Of dollars upon him lie then re-
returned to an unassuming residence
out Of town, and sent word to the de.
toctiyes where he was.
1t was an serene and beautiful iol
Samuel McFadden now. Ile felt that
il was all right at last, and that the
dark night Of sorrow had passed, and
the bright rays Of the sun Of pfosperi-
ty at last illumined his path, A detec-
two called on him Che next day with d
soothing note from the cashier. Nc
Fadden treated it with lofty scorn. -
Detectives called on him every day with
humble notes from The President, cash.
ier, and directors,an clerks aud stock.
holders Al last the bank officers col
I Iup magnificent private supper, "a
which Mr. McFadden was invited He
came, aud as the bank officers bowed
in the dust before hn, he pondered
over the bitter past, and his soul was
filed with cxultation. III seems to
me that the last sentence is symmotri.
cal and poetic II strikes me 10, any
how Before ho drove away ID hif
carriage that night, il was all settled
that Air. McFadden was 10 keep half d
, million 81 that money, aud 10 be nm.
molested II be returned the other half
He fulfilled his contract ike an honest
, mani bat refused with disdain tie IL
fer Of the cashier TO marry his daughter
Mae is now honored and respected
! He moves in the best society; browsel
around ia purple and fine linen and
other good clothes, and enjoys himsel
Z frst-rate.