The Osceola times., 1883-11-03
A REVOLVER HER CHECK.
How IA Soldiers Widow Drew Her Money
from Savings Bank.


Pittsburgh Pa Despatch in N. Y. World.
The Beaver Savings bank of Pittsburgh
failed last Friday. On Thursday mon
ing the president, William McCrerry,
sat in his office in the bank building
making the final preparations for the an
nouncement of the failure, which was to
be made the next day. Suddenly the
bank door opened and woman, accom-
by young man, entered the office. 1t
was before business hours, and the presi-
dent was alone, there being neither
clerks, depositors, nor any one drawing
money in the building. The president
did not recognize the woman, who was
Mrs. Ubalto, the widow of one of the
soldiers of the Light brigade, and the
young man, her son. The president did
not move from his chair as the couple adj
vanced toward him. He was very busy
with his thoughts of the failure. The
woman stopped before him and said: 81
have 500 deposited here, and would like
to draw it ow."
impossible" replied the bank presi-
dent, "we have failed, and you will have
to take your chance with the other cred
itors."
at is all the money possess" replied
the.woman, "and must have it. Seven
hundred dollars is not much to you, but
il means life to me. Can you give me
my money"
Il tell you" said the president, "that
it cannot be done. The bank is not SOL
vent. | am sorry for you, but you must
take your chances" Mrs. Ubalto whis-
pered something to her son and the
young man disappeared.
Again she begged for money, but Mr..
McCrerry said that in justice to his other
creditors he could not give her the mon
ey, and arising from his chair prepared
to go into another room.
At this iuncture the young man re-
turned with Derringer revolver in his
hand.
"Now," said Mrs. Ubalto, as she calm
| IL cooked the weapon and took posi-
ton in front of the president, 81 want
500"
Mr.. McCrerry smiled and said when
| say thing cannot be done il can't"
The old soldiers wife raised the revolver
until the muzzle looked into Mr.. Nc
Creery's eye.
She was firm as a rock, and did not
quiver in muscle. Her face was grow
ing whittier every instant as she said in a
low, stern voice, Give me my money"
Mr.. McCrerry looked at the shining
barrel and the firm, set lips of the woman
and wavered for minute, then he turn
ed and going to safe took out a pile of
greenbacks and laid them on the floor.
The son stood by as resolute as his
mother while the money was counted.
Mrs. Ubalto never spoke word but
held her pistol at arms length, with her
finger on the trigger, until the son had
gathered up the money and put it into
his pocket. She still stood like a woman
cut in marble until her son reached out
his hand and took the revolver from her
grasp and then she closed her eyes, and
as her hands dropped powerless at her
side she fell in a dead faint on the floor
Of the presidents office. She lay as 81
lent as death for few moments, but a
little water revived her spirits and she
stood up, now f-verish and flushed. The
blood was coursine through her veins
and her eyes sparkled from the excite
ment of her task,
Have you that money2' she finally
said.
"Yes," replied the young man, every
cent of it," and giving his arm to his
mother the two tottered ont of the build
ing leaving the bank president standing
in his room as flushed and excited as the
soldiers wife.
Mrs. Ubalto was prostrated the rest of
the day, but toward evening recovered.
The liabilities of the bank are about
$4,000 and will probably be paid dollar
for dollar.