The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-09-20

lifted his candle and again went down
stairs, carrying the notes in his hand
Traill followed him through the kitchen
and out into the courtyard behind
With.the same purpose-llke dellberation
that he had showed at the safe, he now
marched to-the unvarnished truth. .
romantic reader, must be recorded--to
the PTG-sTY Arrived there, he lifted
loose fold of thatch that rested on slab
of stone in The rlckety roof, secreted
the bundle of notes there, replaced the
thatch carefully, and then turned with
an air of relief and went indoors.
Tralll did not disturb him, did not
even take the trouble to follow his
partner to see IL he reached his bed
safely, but sprang eagerly to the loose
thatch, in which, snugly lying,he found
the comfortable sum of one thousand
nine hundred pounds in bank notes !
He could not help laughing as he stood
there in the dim gray morning, hardly
half-clad, for the pursuit had not been
without excitement. can expensive
roofing for Duff's pigs" he murmured,
gathering the various dusty bundles to-
gether and retreating indoors from the
cold morning air.
think, Duff" said Trail seriously,
when they met in the office, after break
fast" think, to make certain that no
thief, or witch, or ghost has been TAM
pering with the cash during the night,
we had better count the cash henceforth
in the morning as well as at night that
will make certain whether the money
disappears by night or during the day."
Mr.. Duff assented
Suppose you begin this morning"
Again Mr.. Duff assented and with
reluctant fingers, at his partners sug-
gestion, counted the money. "Powers
of darkness!" he exclaimed, 81 shall
not stay another day in the house. The
cash is again five hundred pounds short"
Had Mr.. Duff not been remarkably
bald man, he would have probably torn
his hair in agony.
How much do you reckon your
pigs cost you annually, Duff" Trail
asked with apparent irrelevance, and,
as Mr.. Duff thought, flippancy.
"Pigs! Hang the pigsl Hang the
bank and Yes; 1 mean to resign
my office. I'm not to remain here to he
robbed and ruined.n
6 l see you are putting new roof
on your sty, and papering it," Trail
went on sententiously. "Sparing no
expense on it. Doing the thing stylish
ly, eh ?"
Are you mad, Traill ?"
Well, let me see. AT the rate of two
thousand pounds, say, in three months,
that pig-sty will cost you and me just
about eight thousand pounds year."
Trail was apparently in his gravest
mood.
"Thats pretty moderate, eh ?"
"Poor Trail The loss of his money
has taken his brain. What demon has
entered this house?" sighed Mr.. Duffin
the presence of despair more tragic
even than his own.
Look here, old fellow !" said Trail
suddenly bursting into laughter" look
here found these in the roof of your
pig-sty this morning and what is more,
saw you put them their with your own
hands"
Prodigious !"
=" Yes, all the missing money was
there. The banker gave champagne
dinner to his delighted clerks on the
evening of that day. His own health,
however, was in rather bad way. In
a month or two he resigned his office,
retiring on liberal pension to his farm
and in order to compensate James Ham,
ilton for all his recent trouble and mis-
cry, Mr.. Duff requested, as personal
and final favor, that the Directors
might appoint him to the position of AS
sistant.agent with George Trail pro-
posal which the Directors favorably en-
tertained. These offices both of the gen.
tlemen hold with honor to this day. 1t
may be mentioned too that George
Trail and James Hamilton are now
brothers-in-law, each having in due
time welded one of Mr.. Duff's daugh-
ters. The bank is James Hamilton IS
home; while George Trail has rented a
farm adjoining Mr.. Duff's. The fresh
country air, and exercise, and fishing,
and unlimited golfing-all enforced on
him by the doctor as the best medicine
have put an end to the old bankers
somnambulistic rambles.
"The Domestic Tyrant"