Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1878-04-23
Making q Fortune.


Ssmuel McFadden was a watchman in
I bank. lie was poor but honest, and
his life was without Ieproach. The
trouble with him Il. as that he felt that he
was not appreciated. His salary was
only four hundred dollars q week and
when he asked to have it raised, the
president, cashier, and board OF directors
glarei at him through their spectacles,
and lrowned on him, and told him TO go
out and stop his insolence, when he knew
business was dull, and the bank could not
meet It's expenses now, let alone lavish
ing 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. lie would often 90
out into the side-yard and bow his yener-
able twenty-four inch head, and weep
gallons and gallons OF tears over his in
significance, and pray that he might be
made worthy of the cashiers and presi-
dents polite attention.
One night happy thodght struck him;
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
Samuel McFadden fooled around and got
a jimmy, monkeY-wrench, a cross-cut
saw, q cold.chisel, drill and about ton
OF gunpowdec, nitro-gly ycerIne, and 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 iuto au immortal smash, with
such q perfect success that there was noI
enough of that safe LETT to make carpet
tack. Mr.. McFadden then proceeded 10
lead up with coupons, greenbacks, cur
rency, and specie, and 10 nail all the odd
change that was laying anywhere, so that
he pranced out OF the bank with over
million of dollars on bin. He then re-
tired to an unassuming residence out OF
town, and then sent word 10 the detectives
where he was. A detective called on him
the next day with a soothing note from
the cashier. Mr.. McFadden treated it
with lofty scorn. Detectives called on
him every day with humble notes from
the president, cashier, and board oil
directors. At last the bank officers got
ND magnificent private supper. to which
Mr.. McFadden was invited. DE came,
and as the bank officers bowed down in
the dust before him, he pondered well
over the bitter past md his soul was well
filled with exutation.
Before he drove away in his carriage
that night, il was all fixed that Mr. Nc
Fadden was to keep half million OF that
money, and to be unmolested If ne re-
turned the other half. He fulfilled his
contract like an honest man, but refused
with naughty disdain, the offer OF the
cashier 10 marry his daughter. Mac is
now honored and respected. lie moves
in the best society; he browses around IN
purple and fine linen and good ciotnes,
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 perse-
yerance and frugality and nitro-glycerine
and monkey. wrenches and cross-cut saws
and familiarity With the detective sys-
tenn, even the poor may rise to afiluence
and responsibility y.-Aarb TWGt".