Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-02-06
Making a Fortune.

Samuel McE adden was a watchman in
bank. He Nas 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 week, and when he
asked to have it raised, the president,
cashier, and the board of directors glared
at him through their spctacles, and
frowned on him, and told him to 90 out
and stop his insolence, when he knew
business was dull, and the bank could
not meet its expenses now, let alone law
ishing one dollar on such miserable
worm as Samuel McFadden. And then
Samuel McFadden felt depressed, sad,
and the naughty scorn of the president
and cashier cut him to the soul. He
would often go into the side-yard, and
bow his venerable twenty -four-inch head,
and weep gallons and gallons of tears
over his insignifcanoe, and pray that he
might be made worthy of the cashiers
and presidents polite attention.
One night 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 Joyous tears, he
saw himself rich and respected. So
Samel McFadden fooled around and got
a Jenny, monkey wrench, crosscut-
saw, coal chisel, drill, and about a
ton of gunpowder 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 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 pro-
oeeded to load up with coupons, green
backs, currency and specie, and to nail
all the odd change that was lying any
where, so that he pranced out of the bank
with over a million dollars on him. He
then retired to an unassuming residence
out of town, and then sent word to the
detectives 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 pesident, 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 pom
dered well over the bitter past, and his
soul was filed with exultation.
Before he drove away in his carriage
that night, it was all fixed that that Mr..
McFadden was to keep half million OF
that money, and to be unmolested if he
returned the other half. He fulfilled his
contract like an honest man, but refused
with naughty distain the offer of the cash
Ter to marry his daughter
Mac is now honored and respected.
He moves in the best society, he browses
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 fru-
gality, and nitro-glycerine, and monkey
wrenches, and crosscut-saws, and famil-
iarity with the detective system, even the
poor may rise to affiuence and response
bility.-MdrE TtDdin.