The record-union., 1894-10-13

his 1OLuo, 1OOS w. El9ntl street. waited IN
halfway OF apartment house until Everetts
reappearance at apartment door with his
vile, who urged him TO return early from his
work ''on the books at the bank" Shadowed
Everett across town the East side. where he
was occasionally halted by men of foreign APP
pearance and language, with most OF whom
ne engaged in earnest conversation. Everett
unally entered the noted anarchist resort of
Herr Proost, to which admission was refused
operative Jameson, who therenpon immedi-
ateiy reported The facts to the Agency and was
relieved from duty.
Operative Zowbrinski, detailed by Assistant
superintendent Robertson, arrived at Herr
frobsts anarchist headquarters at $40 P. NJ,
ana was admitted To the Circle in Il manner
which the rules of the Dingleton Agency pro-
hlblt him from relating. From description
furnished recognized jonn Everett as Mum
Der 81" Number II paid in a large sum OF
money TO the Circle Treasury during the
evening. He also violently harangued the
circle as to the necessity of the use of imme-
ulaIe ana desperate means in behalf of an
archlStic principles. The Circle adjourned
shortly after midnight, and Operative Zow-
brlnskI mas reason to believe, from certain
evidences impossible to disclose in this re-
port, that Number 27 John EVerett) was
designated, by lot, to at once personally carry
out some extremely desperate undertaking.
/. S.-Mr. BllllngSDy Will be furnished with
further important information, orally, if he
Will call at the Agency at his earliest conve-
nience.
Something like pitiful groan escaped
the lips of the President of the Trust and
Security Bank.
Whatever was behind it in his mind
and heart, he folded the report methodi-
cally, placed it carefully i'll his inner
pocket, gulped down a great goblet Of
ice-water, and in a moment more was
among his employees, a picture of suavity
kindness and repose.
AS he entered glance into the record
vault told him that his wallet had been
disturbed. Another glance showed him
that old John Everett was quickly and
quietly closing the drawer TO his desk.
Harry Everett stood near his father, and
was awaiting to assist him in the removal
of additional ledgers into the vault. Mr..
| BilliHgsby stepped beside them and re-
marked, with a smile:
''See here. Everett, you look worked
out. 1t lacks only half an hour OF clos
| ing now. Harry, 1 want you to take
your father right out of heren'
The banker moved between the two,
turned the key in the lock of the desk
drawer, handed the key and a gilt en-
bossed card to John Everett and contin-
| ued pleasantly:
Now, go right along. There's my
family ticket TO the Art Museum. You
still have three hours OF daylight. Show
your father all the best pictures, Harry.
1t will do him good. Make haste now!
Pll have all these ledgers attended to my
SELF"
He half pushed the two along to the al
cove where their street coats and hats
were hanging; gently but firmly ignored
protests and thanks while these were be-
ing donned; still pleasantly hustled 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 CHEEKY "Good
| night, Everettn' and Good night,
Harry" he returned, still composedly
and pleasantly, to the proper disposition
of the ledgers, as he had promised; took
his wallet carelessly from the vault, and,
on examining it few moments later i'll
his own room, found that three OF the
marked bills were gone.
Soon after, the rush of late depositofs
and applicants for money, the imperative
shutting-down of tellers' windows, the
humping Of heavy books, the jarring
and changing of vault door, and the scuf-
fling and tramping of impatient, home
ward-turning feet, told that the Trust
and Security Bank was closing for the
day.
The Cashier halted at the Presidents
door, knocked softly and inquired
! briskly:
"Arn't you off with US, Mr.. Billings
by?" -
| ports here need additional attention. Tell
| Watchman Murchison / am here yet.
Have him lock up everything tidy, and
wait for me outside, by the main en-
! trance"
| "All right. Good night"
Good night, Graves" came heartily
| from the Presidents room, while the
man VINO uttered it stood again at the
window, pressing his face against its
! panes as if looking intently and fxedIy
/ for the entrance OF some dread form
| within the court below.
How long he remained, with what sub
| tie certainty of expectation he gaZed
what dOlorous things he thought, or what
stinging hurts he suffered, are not an
others to know; but it was with firm and
tremorless 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 tiercer sorrow are daily balanced and
adjusted with the lmpasSiveneSs of time
itself; and the banker went straight to
old John Everetts desk, pass-keys in
! hand.
| He opened the drawer and glanced
within. 1t contained only one trifing
package, held loosely together with rub
| ber bands. Among it's contents the
| banker saw, first delicate tracing of the
bank, its interior compartments, the
vaults and the outer court with the stone
| house and surrounding walls: the
| three marked bills which had been taken
| from his wallet, and miniature portrait
of a sweet-taced woman. On the reverse
| side of the delicate silver case of the min
iature were engraved the words:
Ny Beloved VIE, Ellen EUerett.
At IWenty.
| For moment it seemed to Barrett Bill
| ingsby that the spacious room held not
! enough air for him TO breathe. For a
moment, too, both his hands held fast to
the front of the open drawer. His lips
! parted as if some agOniZed exclamation
would burst from them; but one stand
| ing beside could have family heard only
the words:
Anarchist, thief and-and husband of
| the woman | loved ~
| He placed the articles he had found in
his pocket with the Dingleton reports:
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
! Everettv and again took his station at
| the grated window, as the dark came in
and enveloped him at his post as with
an impenetrable mantle. Whatever pre-
| science of expectation was upon him he