The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-04-09
INTERESTING STORY.
THE CASHIERS CONFESSION.

THE CASHIERS CONFESSION.
had been Wild Il Warrens cashier for
some years, and / trusted that they had
complete confidence in me, when one day I
broke promise had made to my mother
and went on what they called spree y
with some young men from our town. II
was my very first, and came home with a
burning head and parched tongue, and was
sick all day, though was at my place a
the office. My mother had sent me fifty dVi-
lars as present in one large bill She had
had little legacy, and wanted to share it
with me. l was going out with my friends
the next night, and wanted small money,
and as had good deal of money in the
safe in small bills, changed my fifty, put
ting it into large envelope, so that it might
be kept apart from the small bills. l mark
ed it fifty dollars, too. WAS half tipsy yet,
but thought was very careful. When I
went away, 1t was to take supper with the
boys, and go OF again ON what they told me
was a very glorious night indeed. l awoke
in station house, without money enough
in my pocket to pay the Ane required, for
had been charged with being drunk and
disordeIly was sent to prison for ten
days, in consequence
BY this time my friends--who had got of
better than I;were gone home. Some of
them Ind tried to help me and the money
had lost or squandered in one night was
ell should have until next payday When
they let me out felt as thought had been
in purgatory, but not, indeed, as though I
was prepared for n better Ife.p felt de-
graded and ashamed, and my only hope was
that Wild & Warren did not know of the af-
fair.
saw they did, however, as soon as l got
into the store. The clerks looked ut me III
a way to show how the wind blew, and there
was a strange face at my desk.
From beside The register, where he was
warming himstlf, and keepinga bright look
out ON everything, as usual, stepped Mr..
Wild, his eye looking as hard as some blne
stone.
Mr. Smith," he said "will you step
into our Office? We'd like little talk with
YOU
followed him. saw Mr.. Warren, who
always seemed to like me, and who bad
known my mother when she was a girl. sit.
ting there very discensolately, with his head
on his hand.
Mr.. Warren" / began, 81 have been
wrong, know but was unaccustoEed to
liquor, and -
1t is not exactly about your having been
intoxicated that we wish 10 speak" answer
ed Mr. Wild, though had not spoken to
him.
Mr.. Warren made no reply at all.
1t isl continued Mr.. Wild, more coldly
than ever, about the money. Fifty dol
lars have disappeared from the safe and"
interrupted him.
!" Indeed they have not" sniti l. " The
bill is in large yellow envelope. placed
it there myself My mother sent me fifty
dollars, and changed it for small notes.
You viii find it there"
Then Mr.. Warren spoke.
My boy said he, /" do you think l
You honest l have searched the safe we'll
There is no envelope there and the account
is fifty dollars short"
You never thought had taken it?" I
cried. ea
3" How could we think otherwise 2" asked
Mr.. Wild, coldly. ~
e No, no I feel sure of you,n said Mr..
Warren, but you were not in your sober
mind. You have made some mistake"
/ had the letter my mother sent the
money in in my pocket, and | handed it to
Mr.. Wild e s
He looken at it through his eye-glass and
said
+" Well, Mr.. Smith, this proves only that
you bad fifty dollars of your own. A career
of dissipation"
g was never dissipated BEFORE" said.
never drank too much before never--n
very WE'LL" said Mr.. Wild; :" Mr.. War
rem believes you, see--thinks you honest,
reserve my opinion. For your mothers
we feel that dissoute young man who has
lost fifty dollars is not reliable cashier
Nor can we recommend him to others.
Good morning."
He stalked away. / stood writhing in mis-
cry s-A~
Mr.. Warren,n / said, "where i, Fin
ney? Finney was here when locked NJ
the safe. He may know Something
Finney was au honest fellow who swept
up the store, lighted the gas, ran crrands,
did anything he was told to do, in fact. We
called him the porter,
g Poor Finney,' said Mr.. Warren, {" has
been run over on the steam railroad. What
he was doing there no one can guess. But
he is dying in the hospital"
You don't believe me a thief ?" cried.
Oh, Mr.. Warren, say that Indeed, l am
not"
mo; do not believe It," said Mr.. War
rem. "You drank too much, and your mind
did not guide you Alright Yon have made
terrible mistake Had il been possible, /
would have saved you from its consc-
quenees but Mr. Wild first discovered the
deficit What are you going to do, lad {?
Can't help you?"
If could only search for the envelope"
said.
Z Perhaps" sighed Mr.. Warren, "you
unconsciously spent it with the rest of the
money. When man puts thief into his
mouth to steal away his brains, there is
never any knowing what may happen"
SCAN it be SO ?" groaned.