Connecticut western news., 1884-07-16
CANAAN, CONN.,, WEDNESDAY,, JULY 16, 1884.

his accounts" I knew this to be a wicked lie, but it contained at least the written acknowledgement that he had been overpaid. His letter concluded as follows: "The matter has worried me considerably; has taken up great deal of my time, and time for me is money. Don't you think there should be com pensation allowed me, or in other words, can't we make a compromise?" (Oh, the blackguardD "If such a thing could be arranged I will come to the city and pay over to you the money. I am not afraid of the bank. I consider that my transactions have been with your firm"
 The money overpaid by the Teller had been some $4, 900, and he had prob ably counted out $4, 560 instead of $456. I hated to do it, but offered the scoun- drel his travelling expenses. His reply came promptly: "To leave his business was worth a great deal more than that. Then, again, he thought of bringing his wife on with him and enjoying them selves" The up and down of it was that must offer him certain amount. "My temptations, you remember, have been very great" offered him $500. I was disgusted. I felt like going to his place and tackling him myself. "This is my uItimatum," said. 'If I do not hear from you in ten days will disclose the whole matter and you will be dis honored." His letter came back promptly enough.
 "He would take the $500. It wasn't very much. The bank was ever so rich. Corporations had no souls." I consulted with the bank president, who thought it better to close with the man. Would it be believed that that wretch and his wife came to - apparently on pleas ure trip2 He had done a sharp and clever piece of business. He had not the least computations of conscience. He came to the office of an evening, and I do not hesitate in saying that in my hip pocket there was revolver. He handed me over something less than $2,00O, asserting that the amount re- ceived less the travelling expenses and the $500 made up this balance. When the money had been transferred by me to the safe gave him a piece of my mind. did not spare him. heaped on him every insulting epithet I could think of. Then he showed his temper, which was an ugly one. 'Now," said l, Remember I was 26 then and hotter blood ran through my veins than to-day), ''you are worse than thief; you are a murderer. You have wrecked an hon. est mans brains. That teller of the bank whose money you took has lost his req ss--.= Ir~ ..-lIs 1'--- --r---:1s LS sane man again. This is your work" That seemed to COW him. "Your repent ance comes too late. hate you so that God forgive me-had you as much as lifted finger against me I should not have hesitated in killing you like dog, and no jury in the land would have touched hair of my head. Go out of this city by the early morning train or will make you" That wretch left the office like whipped cur. What was the sequel2 A sad one. The bank teller lapsed into a melancholic condition, which rendered all mental labor impos- sible. He had some little money but many friends and such few comforts as he required were ungrudgingly given him. He died ten years ago. He never did completely recover his senses. As to the canting rascal, his fate was a dire one. Somehow the whole story came out, though I did not diyulge it. In that section of country where he lived he WAS discredited. He took to drink and became a confirmed inebriate. He neg lected his business and his Iplantation was sold. His wife sought and obtained divorce. Two years ago I read that in brawl in the most degraded quarter of a town in Alabama this man met his death in a negro dance house.