The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-13

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 quickly and quietly closing the drawer
 to his desk.
 Harry Everett stood near his father
 and was waiting to assist him in the
 removal Of additional ledgers into the
 vault. MT. Billingsby stepped besid
 them and remarked with q smile:
 "See here. Everett. You look worked out. It lacks only q half an hour oi closing now Harry,I want you to take
 your father right out of heree'
 The banker moved between the two
 turned the key in the lock of the desk
 drawer. handed the key and n gilt em.
 bossed card to John Everett and con. tinued pleasantly:
 l Now go right along. There's my family ticket 10 the Art Museum. You still have two or three hours of day. light. Show your father all the best pictures. Harry. It will do him good Make haste now! I'll have all these ledgers attended to myself" | He half pushed the two along to the alcove where their street coats and hats were hanging; gently but firmly ignored protests and thanks while these were being donned; stil pleasantly hus- tied them along the inner hallway to the employees door of exit; kept a firm and gentle hand on the shoulders of each until they left the building; when with cheery Goodnight. Everett" and Goodnight, Harry" he returned, stlll composedly and pleasantly. to the proper disposition of the led gers, as he had promised; took his wallet carelessly from the vault; and, on examining 1t few moments later | in his own room, found that three of the marked bills were gone.
 Soon after the rush of late depositors and applicants for money, the impera- tive shutting down of tellers' windows, the thumpings of heavy books. the jar | ing and changing of vault doors, and the scutfling and tramping of impa- | tient, homeward-turning feet, told that | the Trust and Security bank was clos ing for the day.
 The cashier halted at the presidents s door, knocked softly and Inquired briskly:
 "Arn't you off with us, Mir. Billings by?"
 "No, Graves; rot just yet. These re- ports here need additional attention. Tell Watchman Murchison I am here yet. Have him lock up everything tidy, and wait for me outside by the main entrance"
 "All right. Good-nightw
 Goodnight, Graves" came heartily from the presidents room, while the man who uttered 1t stood again at the window, pressing his face against its panes as if looking intently and fixedly for the entrance of some dread form within the court below.
 How long he remained, with what subtle certainty of expectation he gazed. what dolorous things he thought, or what stinging hurts he suf- fered, are not another's to know; but it was with firm and remorseless tread that he at last turned his steps into the now silent exchange.
 The shadows were softly falling upon the place where such tremendous meas ure of hope and fear, fierce satisfaction and fiercer sorrow, are daily balanced and adjusted with the impassiveness of time itself; and the banker went straight to old John Everett's desk pass-keys in hand, t.-.., He opened the drawer ahd glanced within. It contained only one trifiing package, held loosely together with rubber bands. Among its contents the banker saw, first g. delicate tracing of the bank, its interior compartments, the vaults and the outer court with the stone store-house and surrounding walls; the three marked bills which had been taken from his wallet; and miniature portrait of sweet-faced wo- man. On the reverse side of the deli cate silver case of the miniature were engraved the words: ..,
 My Beloved Wife, Ellen Everett.
 At Twenty.
 For moment 1t seemed to Barrett Billingsby that the spacious room held not enough air for him to breathe. For moment, too, both his hands held fast to the front of the open draw. His lips parted as if some agonized exclamati would burst from them; but one stand ing beside could have faintly heard only the words:
 Anarchist, thief and-and the hus- band of the woman loved!'
 He placed the articles he had found in his pocket with the Dingleton re- ports; closed and relocked the drawer; returned to his room and there paced back and forth for time, muttering only: God help you now-poor, poor old John Everett" and then again took his station at the grated window, as the dark came in and enveloped him at his post as with an impenetrable man. tie. Whatever precedence of expecta- ton was upon him, he had not long to wait.
 Through the still lingering outer murky light he saw the old vault door of the store-house slowly open from the inside. A skulking figure entered the little court. Through the now open store-house door the dim light from the side street, in the alley, disclosed that l the iron bars had been femoved from the grated window; and then the banker | saw old John Everett himself cau- tiously approaching the bank, and saw, or thought he saw, his white and hag- l gard face bent fiercely upon the win- l dow where he stood. He instinctively | retreated and listened, as the man be- 1 meath him moved back and forth along the rear of the building searchingly. Then he could hear something like soft | pickings, proceeding from the vicinity of the wall against the vaults; these now and then interaneraed vvith r,o,,f