The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1873-02-15
Maxim a Fortune.

Samuel McFadden was a Waterman IN
n bank. He was poor, but honest, and
his life was without reproach. The
trouble with him was that he felt that he
was not appreciated. His salary was
only four dollars q week, and when he
asked to have it raised, the president,
cashier and board of directors glared at
him through their spectacles and frowned
on him, and told him to go out and stop
his in~solence, when he knew business
was dull, and the bank could not meet
its now, let alone lavishing one
dollar on such q miserable worm as he.
And then Samuel McFadden felt de-
pressed, sad and the naughty scorn of
the president and cashier cut him to the
soul. He would often 60 into the side
yard and bow his twenty-four inch head,
and weep gallons and gallons of tears
over his insigniticance and pray hat he
might be made worthy of the cashiers
and presidents polite attention.
One night a happy thought struck him;
a CLEAN of light burst upon him; and
gazing down the dim vista of years with
his eyes all blinded with tears, he saw
himself rich and respected. So Samuel
McFadden fooled around, got a jimmy.
n monkey wrench, a cross-cut saw, coal
chisel, a drill, and about a ton of gum
powder and nitro-glycerine, and those
things. Then, in the dead of night, he
went to the fire-proof safe, and after
working at it for q while, burst the door
and brick into an immortal smash, with
such perfect success that there was not
enough of that safe left to make a carpet
tack. Mr.. McFadden then proceeded to
load up with coupons, greenbacks, cur
rency and specie, and to nail all the odd
change that was lying anywhere, SO that
he pranced out of the bank with V q
million of dollars on him. He then re-
tired to an unassuming residence out OF
town, and then sent word to the detec-
tives where he was.
A detective called on him the next day
with a soothing note from the cashier.
McFadden treated it with lofty scorn.
Detectives called on him every day with
humble notes from the president, cashier
and board of directors. At last the bank
officers got up a magnificent private sup
per, to which Mr.. McFadden was invited.
He came. and as the bank officers bowed
down in the dust before him, he pondered
well over the bitter past, and his soul
was filled with exultation.
Before he drove away in his carriage
that night it was all fixed that Mr.. Nc
Fadden was to keep half a million of that
money, and to be unmolested II he re-
returned the other half. He fulfilled his
contract like an honest man, but refused
with naughty disdain the offer of the
cashier to marry his daughter.
Mac is now honored and respected.
He moves in the best society; he browzes
around in purple and fine linen and other
good clothes, and enjoys himself first
rate, And often now he takes his infant
son on his knee and tells him Of his early
life, and instills holy principles into the
child's mind, and shows him how, by
industry and perseverance,, and frugality,
and nitro-glycerine, and monkey-wreneh-
es, and cross-cut saws, and familiarity
with the detective system. even the poor
may rise to afiuence and responsibility.
-Mark Tipdin.