The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-10-26
LYING UNDER DIFFICULTIES.
How the Merry Coffeyville Bank
Cashier Saved the Treasure.

Cashier Saved the Treasure.
From the 81. Louis Globe Democrat.
CorFEYvILLE, KAN, Oct. 17.-It is said
E, At when lie is told little muscle in the
r.rler of the eye twitches. There is q man
roffeyville who can prevAricate and not
witch. From nature he drew prize, which
a q serious face with sincerity stamped
mon IT, Likewise he has q manner which
~ capdor personified. This man should have
baaD an actor or a parson. He Is a bank
cashier. On this ability to tell and look ef-
fectivs teton hinged the fate of the raid by
the Daltons. But it saved the treasure of
the banks, ana through IL were lost tnS lives
Charles T. Carpenter, the CO." OF O. n ION
A. Co. b mixers, was looking over ledger
beside the teller's window when he heard a
voice say harshly: We've got you, -
= Won. holdlup YOUR hanisn He turned
his aead and his vision sighted along rifle
barrel at the other end of which was Graf
tan Dalton Back of Dalton were two other
men with Winchesters One Of the two
walked 10 the cashiers window and stood
with his gun looking through. The other
nacei M and down between the counter Of
the bank and the plate-glass windows look
ing out upon the little square or plaza with
business houses fronting on all sides OF it.
Grattau Dalton Immediately walked around
the end of the counter, through door and
into the presence of Mr.. Carpenter and Of
the cashier, c. M. Ball, in front of the vault.
Then ensued the drama The main door Of
the vault stood open. Three bags Of silver,
each containing 81 900, rested on the floor
of the vault Above them was the inner
safe containing the currency, with the door
shut and the combination set. The robber
uHfolded a long grain sack.
'FNow, :" said be, '''bring me your money
and be id quick about it"
he cashier moved to the vault and lugged
out one of the bags of silver and dropped it
into the capacious grain bag.
Whats thatw demanded Graf Dalton as
the bag of silver sent Lack q mufflsd chink.
That's silver" replied tho cashier. "a
thousand dollars in silver.
The robber cursed. where's your goldg'
he demanded.
In there" said Cashier Ball, pointing to
Z the inner safe with the closed door.
The robber swore again. Sect it, quick,"
Il he shouted
81 can't, said Ball.
"Why can't YOU" said the robber with an
oath.
Because there's a time lock on, )" said the
quick witted cashier, as he walked over to
n the cafe, seized the knob and ratified it.
"See." he said, as if furnishing convincing
4 ocular proof OF the fiction. ut can't be
\ 0 8 ed until the time it is set for"
What time is it forF' asked the robber,
eying the cashier with suspicion.
Half past g." replied Mr.. Ball with that
look Of entire sincerity.
What time is it now!n demanded the
robber.
High up on the wall there hung a clock.
Banker CARPENTER stood where his gaze fell
on the hands Mr.. Bell didn't look at the
clock; be drew from his vest pockes watch,
looked at IL and replied in a calm, can
did tone: tits now just twenty minutes
past g."
Banker Carpenter felt his heart sick.
With the clock before him he saw it was
$40 O'Clock, and where was the cashiers
romance of the time lock. bolstered with
the false statement of the timel But no
other eyes followed Mr.. Carpenters.
Twenty minutes past nine," repeated
the robber after the cashier. We'll wait
ten minutes"
Then three or four revolver bullets pat
tered against the thick glass front Of the
bank like 80 many hailstones
Hurry up with all there is" exclaimed
the robber.
The cashier dropped In the other bags of
silver. Then came another rattle OF small
balls on the plate glass, and three or four
got through, but with force spent. The rob-
DER went to the vault and stood at the door.
'I'll put bullet through you If you don't
open her, he said threateningly.
The cashier looked at the robber, saw that
he didn't raise the rifle, and replied with
repetition of the limerick fiction Then he
went back to the counter and got out of
draw the currency which had been put there
for the days business. He took the bills, q
package at a time, and dropped them into
the grain bag. The firing outside grew
more rapid. There was a crash in the plate
glass. A rife ball came through and struck
enc Of the robbers on guard in front. He
half fell, crying out: Pm shot; my arm is
no use.n
Graf Dalton called out to the cashier:
How much is there ia herep meaning the
sack
You've got "a ,OOO," was the reply; 49,
600 in silver and $1,000 in currency
What balance did your books show last
nightS' demanded the robber.
-Four thousand dollars replied that
tongue of marvellous capacity for prevari-
eating you've got it ALL" he added.
We ordered lot of currency from Kansas
C!ty, but it's over to the express office; it
hasn't been delivered"
What a whopper" thought Banker
Carpenter to himself, while the rob-
her scowled at the cashier and sa ID:
You've been blowing around here too
mucn; I've notion TO put ball through
yo9, any way. Tie up that bag and come
Another rife ball bored its way through
lna glass, while the revolver bullets
amounted 10 a fusillade. The time that the
cashier bad killed had sufficed. The town
was aroused. With a Come on" the
leader started for the door. He lifted the
Dag and threw it down. Take out the
SILVER" he ordered. The string was cut aud
The contents of the sack dumped upon the
ho9r. The robber picked up 81 400 in cur
Tency, thrust it into a coat pocket, and,
with the two who had stood guard, one of
lHem wounded, ran out of the door. across
tne street, and down the alley toward the
lenee where the horses were hitched.
=, Eight minutes was the time consumed by
Cashler Ball in his one-act skit of 1.-THE Bo-
gus Time Lock" That eight minutes saved
the bank treasure and cost the Dalton gang
Its existence.