The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-13
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
tcontinued from third page.)
rived and he had not been observed. continually haunted him.

rived and he had not been opserfea continually haunted him.
 He stepped to his window repeatedly as though expecting and dreadlns te discover him there again. Finally h' descended into the court through q pfi vat passage way.
 The enclosure was formed by a dead wall 80 thick and high that 1t could not be sealed from the street side, from the opposite adjoining property. or from th' open alley behind. Huge iron spikes ran round the entire coping. At the rear was n small store-house with q stone side and roof, in which tons of old records and papers were kept; and this was lighted by a single window, grated as securely us a prisons which opened into the alley, and the room was en. tered from the court through sturdy but antiquated vault-door which had been in use in the former bank struc- ture on the site of the present building.
 The entire arrangement of dead wall and store-house had been the result of a desire on the part of the directory to give greater structural protection to the present bank, and were built Into and against It's heavy end wall.
 MT. Billingsby looked carefully about the place. There was nothing but stone and iron to meet the eye. Everything was as it should be; but when he re- called that 1t was one of the most rigid rules of the bank that no employe, eX- cepting the watchman, should at any time be permitted in this court, only during the brief lunch hour, and then only for bit of club-swinging or hurly- burly among the boys, the court. with place in his mind as an incident and re collection full of indefinable forebodins and dread.
 On the other hand, when Dingleton' s chipper Bank Examiner" had arrived and been introduced to the various em- ployes, 1t was with no little self-gratu- lation at his own cunning and discre- tion that the banker had detailed old John Everett to personally assist him. closely for hours.
 His almost child-like simplicity and directness in answering questions; his kindliness in giving informaton to the supposititious official among them; and his patience end genial servility in end lessly trotting between desk and vaults, laden with huge ledgers and records; relieved Mir. Billingsbys mind and filled him with elation and gladness in the conviction that his forebodings were doubtless the result of Dingleton's sub tie though unaccountable influence. So when bright-faced Harry Everett along toward the close of bank hours brought him a pile of letters and other docu- ments for his signature, his attitude to the lad was altogether one of per- sistent interest and fondness. Indeed i was almost as though the banker were bent on repairing some secret injustice
 He took both of Harrys hands in his own heartily and drew him into chair close beside his desk.
 No; don't go, Harry" he insisted when the lad in a moment more had arisen to leave the room and await mo- tice of return from the presidents bell "Stay here, while run over and sign these, don't often get chance for a good visit with you, Harry"
 The boys face beamed glowingly un- of the banker.
 Thank you, sir" he answered pride fully.
 Getting along all right here at the bank, Harry"
 "Oh, hope so, sir"
 Well you are, Harry; and it does my heart good to know it. Keep right on as you have begun, and some day you'll be in my chair here, Harry"
 '1 wouldn't want that. sir" he re- turned with blushing face.
 Why not, Harry?"
 Well, 'twouldn't be the same place, then, sir. often tell mother we'll riev- CT have another friend like MT. Billings by"
 And what does mother say to that, Harry?"
 Well, it's kind of strange about that, sir. She always looks sad, instead of happy, sir; and says Barrett-that's your Christian name, isn't it, MT. Bill lingsby?-was never less than a noble man, sir!'
 MT. Billingsby used quill nib for his signatures. At this innocent remark by the messenger it rattled furiously over the papers before him, and he suddenly made an exclamation of impatience.
 "Here, Harry, take this to the corres- pondence' clerk" he said confusedly, land have another written. have spoiled that copy"
 The lad ran nimbly away on his brief errand. MT. Billingsby stepped quick ly to the window and looked searching ly down into the little court. When the boy returned the banker was composed ly at his task again; but meantime an- other fac4 had dimly but pitifully forced itself beside that of old John Everett and his noble boy.
 Scratch, scratch, scratch! went the bankers pen for a time as if the lad beside him had been entirely forgotten. The signatures were at last done and the pile of papers were in Harry's hands again. Mr. Billingsby arose and with his arm around the lads shoulder walked to his office door with him.
 "And you are all happy from your changed condition, Harry?" he asked batting his shoulder, encouragingly. "sisters--theyre the jolliest romps anywhere, MT. Billingsby!-ands I, and mother, sometimes, are the gladdest | folk that live!" "And-mothr-som asked the banker musingly. "Well, you see, if 1t wasn't for two | things, she'd be so, too."