The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-06-09
HIS ENEMY TILL DEATH.

A little time ago l read the plot of Sar-
dou's ia Haine"
la Haine" suggested TO my memory a
curious story ofreal life which heard not
many years since. 1t was no lurid thea
ter story, but history of passionate real
life. Would you care to read the strange
Iy-twisted story, wonder? / take it for
granted you would
There was tremendous sensation in the
Thirty-frst National Bank one morning
at nine o'clock. The sensation was not a
pleasant one. 1t Was of that sort which
makes one feel as though he were sudden
ly stricken with chill. The under-clerks
spoke in whispers, as do those who are in
the presence of dead body, and the Sec
ond assistant moved about with the pale
face and glittering eyes CT one who is la
boring under intense excitement. No one
spoke to him, and the lower clerks glanced
askance at him under their eyebrows
The cashier of the bank had been ar
rested the night before. for forgery, and
the second assistant was the one who had
caused the arrest
Unfortunately the cashier was guilty.
He was young man of extravagant life,
son of one of the leading stockholders of
the bank, who had put him into the bank
to steady him down and make him learn
business habits But the young man was
a rich mans spoiled son. According TO
the rule of the survival of the fittest there
was no place in the world for him. Prov
idence, however, who does not invariably
work according TO Darwinian rules, for
reasons best known to himself, left the
youth alive until he halfruined his father,
half broke his mothers heart, and who'll
ly committed forgery on the Thirty-first
National Bank. The youths father, for
the sake Of the mother, fought desperate
10 to get him of, to no purpose. The Sec
ond assistant, Birney Graham, pursued
him with an energy which seemed almost
malignity. The defaulter was convicted
and sentenced to proper punishment 1t
served him right. ] don't apologize for
him. When a thief is caught stealing lie
ought to be punished, unless he is starv-
ing and steals loaf of bread.
The President of the bank had daugh-
ter, Alice, aged twenty, blonde, petite, as
pretty as baby. and with the will and
naughty spirit of Lady Macbeth. That
to cap the rest She was as pretty as a
baby, as | say. but the Lady, Macbeth will
and spirit in her gave her delicate pink
and white face look as unlike baby s
as possible. Indeed, so far from resembling
baby, Alice Marlay, blonde and petite
as she was, had much the look of grace
fol, high-bred, high-spirited boy. This
Jaunty, boyish look made her all the more
beautiful, all the more admired. Oh, yes
Just so! When pretty girl OF eighteen
looks boyish, that's all very fine; when g
middle-aged woman looks mannish, that
something very different.
But | wander from my strangely-twist
ed story. / do not wish to do that.
This beautiful, proud, Alice Marlay
daughter of the bank President, was be
trothed to the defaulting cashier. On tn,
morning ler betrothed was sent to pun,
lshment a gentleman called to see Alic,
Marlay. He was a tall, slender man
young, to be sure, but with sharp, COLI
face, which wore a faintly-sneering ex
preston, as though the man doubted
whether there was anything good, o
s!Ge, or kind in bis life. 1t was a pain