The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1893-11-24

After the performance Dick took the
Flirtington girls home; then, with Il
thoughtful look on his face, he went
and had some talk with his father, and
came away carefully placing roll of
notes in his breast pocket. Then he
sought Signor Philippians society once
more. And that's al that is really
known about tiff, that is, we dis
card the obviously fanciful statement
of Fanny Filtration that as she was
gazing at the moon about . a. IN. she
saw Il heavy wagon drawn by two
horses and driven by Signor Philippini
pass along the street in the direction
of the bank. She must have been
wrong for PhiliDpini, by the evidence
of his signora (whOse name, nOtwith-
standing that Philippians morals were
perfectly correct, was Mrs. BugPins),
went to bed at 1870 and snored like u
pig all night
However these things may be this
is what happened next morning:
When the first of the depositors ar
rived, at A. NJ. they found one of
the windows of the bank smashed to
pieces and the shutter hanging loose.
A'cry went up that there had been a
robbery, and one or two men began to
climb in. They did not get far before
neighborhood of the counter. They
looked at one another, and said it
would be more regular to wait for the
officials The rOars continued. They
sent for Mr.. Bradshaw. Hardly had
he arrived accompanied by Dick,
breathless and in shirt-sleeves) before
the backmoSt rows of the now consid
erable crowd became agitated with Il
new sensation. The news spread rap
idly. Frantic men ran to and fro;
A lion had esca ped from the men
agerie, and was supposed to be at
large in the town.
''Send for Philippini." cried the pro-
prietor They did so. Phil:ppini had
started early for picnic in the cOun
try, and would not return till just be-
fore the performance in the evening
The proprietor was in despair.
where's the beast gone to?' he cried.
A roar from the bank answered his
question.
''Wen, I'm blowed if he's not in the
bank" exclaimed the proprietor.
1t certainly appeared to be the fact
that Atlas (that was the lions name)
had taken refuge in the bank, and was
IN full possession of the premises and
assets. Under these circumstances
there was, Mr.. Bradshaw explained, a
difficulty in resuming cash payments;
but if his checks would be accepted
the crowd roared almost as loud as
Atlas at such an idea. Something
must be done. They sent for the
mayor; he repudiated liability. They
sent for the fire brigade and the life
boat crew; neither would come They
got guns and peppered the furniture.
Atlas retired behind the freproof safe
and rOarcd worse than ever. Mean
while the precious hours were passing,
Mr.. Bradshaw's money was also on
its way from London. At last Dick
took Il noble resolution.
Il Will go in at any cost, he cried:
and, in spite of Fanny Flirtingt tons
tears, he scaled the window and dis
appeared from view. The crowd
waited to hear Atlas crunching, but
he only roared. When Dick was in
side he paused and asked in a low
voice. is lie chained?"
Yes answered Sig. Philippini
from behind the safe. is the Aunt
Sally business over?'' and he came out
with long pole in hls hand. Housed
the pole to stir poor Atlas up when
tbs roars became deficient in quantity
or quality.
1.-The money ought to be here in
three hours, said Dick. Have you
got the back-door key?'
Philippini reassured him. Then
Dick took a wild running leap at the
window; Philippini stirred up AtlaS,
who roared Justify. $ick escaped
with his life, and land6d, n br@athless
heap, at the mayors feet. The mayor
raised him, and said he should write
to her majesty and suggest that Dick
would be a proper recipient OF the
Albert medal and the vicar fwho had
no money in the bank Indignantly