The Cairo bulletin. [volume] (Cairo, Ill.) 1872-1878, 1873-01-29
THE DETECTIVE SYSTEM.
HOW MR.. MADDEN GREW RICH

HOW MR.. N FADDEN GREW RICH.
Samuel Nc radden was a Waterman in
| q bank. He was poor, but honest, and
his life wac 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 1t raised, the presi.
| dent cashier, and the board OF directors
glared at him through their spectacles, and
lrowned on him, and tod him to 60 out
and stop his insolence, when he knew bus
mess was dull and the bank could not
meet its expenses now, lot alone lavishing
one dollar on such miserable worm rs
Samuel McFaddcn. 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 slde-yard, and bow his venerable
twenty-four inch head, and weep gallons
and gallons Of tears over his insignhcauce,
and pray that he might be worthy of the
| presidents and cashiers polite attention.
One night II happy thought struck him;
a lean Of light burst upon him, and gaz-
ing down the dim vista Of years with his
eyes all blinded with joyous tears, he saw
himself rich and respected. So Samusl
/
| my, u monkey wrench, u cross-cut saw, n
cold-chisel, n drill, and about ton of gum
powder and nitro-glycerine, and those
things. Then, in the dead of night, he
went to the iire-proof safe, and after work
ing it for awhile, burst the door and brick
into All immortal smash, with such per-
Iect success that there was not enough OF
that safe left to make carpet-tack. Mr.
Nc Fadden then proceeded to load up with
coupons, greenbacks, currency and specie
and to nail all the odd change that wa,
lying anywhere, SO that he pranced out OF
the bank with over u million dollars on
him. He then retired to an unassuming
residence out OF town, and then sent word
90 the detectives where he was.
A detective called on MIN the next day,
with soothing note from the cashier
McFadden treeted 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 McFadden WAS invited. lie
came, and as the bank officers bowed down
in the dust before him, he pondered we'll
over the bitter past and his soul was filled
with exultation.
1 Before he drove away in his carriga
thrt night, it was all fixed that Mr.. Nc,
Fadden was to keep half a million Of tina,
money and to be unmolested il he returned
the other half. lie fulfilled his contract
like an honest man, but refused with
paughty disdaln the offer Of the hior t.
merry his daughter.
| Mac is now honored and respected, lie
moves in the best society, he browse.
sround in purple and fine linen and other
good clothes, and enjoyes himself FIRST
rate. And often now he takes his infant
son on his knee and tells him of his early
life, and instils holy principles into the
child's mind, and shows him how, by in.
dustry and perseverance, and frugality
and nitroglycerine, and monkey wrenches
and cross-cut saws, and familiarity with
the detective system. even tho poor may
rise to si'iuence and responsibility I Marl
Tleain.