The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-08-25
A VALUABLE VALISE.

Mourning IrOm New OrK CITY by The
E. railroad a few years ago, I bought
of the train boy q copy of a Cincinnati
paper, in which I read a long account of
the robbery of the City National bank
Of l., KY, and the sudden disappear
ance Of its teller. Harry W. Swope. AS
usual in such cases, he mad been a trusted
employee, a member of the church and a
society young man. The robbery was a
particularly cool one, the gentleman
having quietly slipped 800, 900 in notes
into a valise on the previous Saturday
afternoon after bank hours and walked
out into the cold world.
That was the last seen of him, and it
was not until after the bank opened ON
Monday morning that any one suspected
anything wrong. The affair created an
immense sensation. "Society" was shock
ed, the church scandalized and the bank
directors furious. The newspapers print
ed long stories of the DR.. Jekyll and Mr..
Hyde sort of existence the young man
had led for a number of years, and
numerous friends of the ''lately depart
ed" knowingly shook their heads as they
told the reporters that they knew some
thing like that was sure to happen 20
This sensation so interested me that
when | reached Cincinnati l scarcely
realized the express was, as usual, an
hour behind time and had failed to make
connection with the train to l.. I
should therefore be compelled to take
the lest train going west that night,
which would cause me to stop over night
in a one horse town in Indiana that did
not contain a comfortable hotel.
1 knew Mr.. Swope by sight. having
come in contact with him on a number
of occasions while doing business with
the bank Of which he was teller. The
L. papers l bought in the Union de-
pot gave further details of the affair
and contained also the announcement
that the bank directors had offered a re-
ward of 81, 900 for Swope's capture and
10 per cent of the cash returned, which
would make a total of $40. 900 if the ras-
cal was caught before he got rid of his
booty.
After eatiiss IN unsatisfactory lunchI
took a seat in the general waiting room
of the depot and ruefully awaited my
train. As l did so l noticed ayoung man
approach my seat, and placing his va
lise on the floor alongside my own, to
which it bore a strong resemblance, sit
down while he looked cautiously around
at the clock on the wall and then at the
officials moving about.
How long ne sat beside me l don't re-
member, but after a time he slowly arose
and walked over to the telegraph Office
at the farther end of the room. Before
he came back a strong lunged Individual
in uniform stepped up to me and bawled
out the names of the towns which the
train about to start was bound for. Hur-
riedly picking up my valise, I made
straight for the gate and was o aboard
my train for the west.
The journey was made with the usual
discomfort and monotony. The depot
at N Y, Ind, where l had to
stop over from 10 p. m till 5 the next
morning, had been rebuilt since my last
visit to that town, and remembering too
well my hotel experience there a year
before I resolved to spend one night in
the depot waiting room with a few
other passengers who shared my mis-
fortune.
All that night the face of the stranger
who had occupied a seat beside me in the
Cincinnati depot haunted me. There
was something about him that reminded
me of Teller Swope. He was just his size
and build. His mustache, to be sure,
was wanting, but that he should shave
off this appendage was to be considered
a matter Of course. The gold sp~ectacles
he wore very much resembled those L
had associated with the face of the intel
lectual looking teller, and I had observed
on his fingers a number of rings, jewelry
that Mr.. Swope was said to be very par
tial to. As 1 turned the matter over in
my mind the more con WINGED felt that l
had lost a splendid chance of capturing
the thief and securing a $1,000 reward.
When 5 o'clock at last came round, l
boarded the train for l., not in the
best of humor, and two hours later ar
rived at home feeling very blue. After
taking d slight DreaAIaSV, 1 Went GOWN
to the Office, where the big robbery was
still the talk of the clerks. Each Of
them had a theory of his own as to
where the thief had gone, and when they
appealed to me for my opinion 1 dole
fully recounted my experiences of the
previous evening. Of course they unani-
mously agreed with me that I had very
foolishly allowed the fugitive teller to
slip out of my fingers.
Just before going out to lunch a mes
senger boy languidly entered the Office
and handed me a note from my wife.
Thinking it was the usual commission to
get a yard or two of goods like the sam
pie inclosed," I thrust it into my pocket
and started out to dinner. I had not
gone far before I suddenly stopped and
took out the envelope the boy had given
me, opened it and read it. At first I could
not understand what it all meant; then
I turned it over and went through it
again. 1t ran as follows:
DEAR ~GEoRGE-Come home at once. In OPEN
ing your valise to get your soiled linen to send
it to the llundry I discovered it packed with
bank notesl What does it mean? Is anything