The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1893-02-11
CHATTER ".
TOO LATE.

TOO LATE.
The mob had risen = whence had it
come?
From factory and store, from farm and
mill, augmented by the floating pOpula-
tiOu from dark bY-ways and tayernS, first
serious, then excited, and now maddcncd
to the pitch Of ungOvcrnable fury, the
multitude before the doors of the bank
had become 4 wild, unruIy rabbie.
Within, still unmOycd, still scOrntu.
sinister, sclf-cOntideut, Arnold DaIre sat
at the table in the rear room. ranSaCking
portfolios and boxes brought to him from
the massive iron vault, by the tremb bling,
apprehcnsive hircling. Wharton, de-
stroying this paper, altering that doCu-
ment, poCkcting some securities, tearing
others to fragments,
"a dark days work." guaYCred the Old
man. "Oh, Mr.. Dacre. this can't last.
Mercy, there goes another window"
AS if the clattcr was music to his self
iSh soul, the cashier laughed disdainfully
at this new announcement of disaster.
His work seemed completed at last. He
arose and methodicallY arranged the pa
pers in the vault. Then, lighting a fresh
cigar, he glanced carcleSSIy at the clock,
ticking away the solemn moments that
brought the man he was waiting for
nearer and nearer to the threshold of his
doom.
"If Mcrwyn does not come by II
o'clock, we'll make ourselves scarce" he
remarked calmly.
Leave the bank?" gaSpcd Wharton
leave that mob to ransack the papers, the
securitics-'
DaCre interrupted the speaker with a
harsh, Earring laugh.
'Ransack at willr' he jecred. 'In the
first place. they couldn't open the vault,
in the next place, the bundles of waste
paper labelled away up into the thous-
sands won't enrich them much"
What" calculated the old clerk,
starting as if shot.
Am | not sufficiently lucid? Can't
you understand plain English when 1t is
spoken, or are you fciGninC? Don't play
the Fox, Wharton. You're safe. When
the crash comes, no one will look to an
nndcrpaid scribe for their missing dol
lars"
But when thcv investigate"
'What will be the result? They will
find the Golfers empty, the securities
gone. Thanks to your dcft Offices, the
books will show reckless expenditure,
mad speculation, and 2 lot Of rotten mi
ming stocks as aSScts-worsc than that,
forgerics."
concerning which Mr.. Mcrwyn knows
nothing"
"Humph, he'll know enough about
them if he reaches here alive He don t
even know we've stopped payment.
Blank rum, disgrace, dishonor faces
him. The books show that everything
was done on his order The lOcussed
statement you have, duplicates him
as specializing scoundrcL He denies
it all, but black and white bctray him
Nv testimony viii 20 beyond his"
and then murmured the clerk
aghast in a SGtfOcating tone of voice
You and | divide the ready cash
There are resources whereby Mcrwyn
could pay every dollar. but | shall Ire
Vent that-his daughter's fortune. With
the cash IL hand to bank OF, with a
chance of gaining her hand and fortune
as the price of my retutal of her fathers
dishonor, hope to come out victor. We
have played for high stakes-we must
win
John Wharton shrank back in his
chair, the picture Of affect misery and
dread. The cold beads of perspiration
stood out on his cOlorleSs face, his lips
were trembling. He seemed like a poor
conscience stricken wretch, held so
firmly in the grasp Of tyrant. that he
could only struggle helplessly and die.
"Hark"'
The Old clerk Sprang to his feet with 4
shock. The batel outside had suddenly
ceased, but only to be renewed, only it
was in new vein, now.
"Mcrwyn"'
"Our mnney-our deposits"
Seize him, don't let him get in and
lock US out like the others. Well square
accounts here
Hold on. Fair treatment. Listen to
what he has 10 say"
These various cries echoed within the
bank distinctly. The face of the cash
/ Ter lighted UP with sudden excitement.
! lie IAN into the rnnrfimr- rnnm Thn