The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-14

3 q anu MI blHlBSDN tleppEu QUICKLY
I to the window and looked searchingly
/ down into the little court. When the
I boy returned the banker was compOsedly
/ at his task again; but meantime another
face 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 IL the lad be-
| side 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 all are happy from your
/ changed condition, Harry he asked,
| patting his shoulder encouragingly.
/ 'Sisters-they're the jolliest romps any
/ where. Mr.. Billingsby land I and mother,
| live"
! And mother-sometimes-? asked the
| banker musingly.
''wen, you see. If it wasn't for two
| things, she'd be so. too"
only two things?"
He seemed to be thinking aloud rather
than asking question; and the lad pratt
tied on innocently.
IT'S this way. Father isn't just what
! he used to be, some ways. We can't
! jolly him up like. Then he won't re ID
anything any more but those miserable
books of Belamy's and Georges and those
! tracts he gets from Europe in German
and French. Mother tries the best she
can to stop it; but he says we won't I'M
derstand the awful state of things, and
that he must"
The awful state of things, Harry"
Yes, the millions that are kept down
by the rich, as he says, and the bloody
revolution that's coming; something like
that, Mr. Bflingsby."
The bankers arm frightened about the
lads shoulder with such force that he
looked up quickly and apologetically
with:
But wen have him out of all that. Mr..
Billingsby. See if we don'tl When he
! gets healthier. he'll be jollier, mother
says. And she says, too, that by and by
when he don't have to work-quite so
much-nights, at the bank"
Work nights at the banku
ON the books, you know, sir?"
The books!'
The banker almost gasped at this; and
the lad looked up at him so puzzled, re-
greuul and confused, lest an ungrateful
implication escape his lips. that Mr. Bill
lingsby altered his tone and manner in
stantly
"oh, yes, yes, yes. or course The
books-at night, here at the bank Well
well, Harry. Say nothing to your
mother or father about having mentioned
these things to me. l ought to have
been more thoughtful. Your father isn't
a strong man, Harry. Yes, yes! I'll see
about Indirectly, directly. But, mind
now not a word of this; not a word to
them that you have spoken to mer'
He even bent down and pressed his face
against the boys fair head as though the
young worker had been his own child
saying tenderly:
BE brave, true lad yourself, Harry
whatever happens; and all will be well.
oil
click, and the proud, happy lad was gone
Well for him that he saw not the face
or the banker; for when it turned to the
window above the court it was as white
as the stone walls that shut the strong
place in.
Here was new and an overshadowing
| complication.
The president of the Trust and Security
Bank was now plunged into an entirely
| different and far more distressing series
of doubts and misgivings
Old John Everetts unaccountable pre-
tense to his family regarding night work
at the bank, and his plainly hopeless IA
| tuity In relation to certain social CUES
tons as mnocently revealed by Harry.
seemed far more alarming to Barrett
Billingsby than all the petty depredations
that the bank had so far suffered.
Nor had these wholly ceased, despite
the constant presence, for more than a
week now. of Dingleton's most skfllful
operative in the guise of bank examiner.
| Added to this, Dingleton's' Swallowing"
| reports which for several days had been
pouring in upon him, had neither
changed the satisfactory status of an en-
| ploye, or developed other facts than those
perfectly creditabe to the two persons
who filled the bankers mind and heart
| with the keenest anxiety and concern
1 cannot bear this suspense any longer.
| l am going to know the TRUTH
These were the bankers words and
this was his determination as he sat one
! morning before half-read package of
the voluminous Dingleton reports.
! He Immediately passed out into the
street and shortly returned with a wallet
well filled with bills, procured during his
! absence at another bank. He left orders
in the outer office that he was no. 40 be
disturbed for an hours time. Then he
sat at his desk, carefully marking the
| bllls he had secured; and when this task
| was done he strolled with apparent nm
| concern among his busy employees with
the wallet in his hand.
With word to this one, nod to an
| other, and a brief but kindly greeting
mere and there and with Dauses of ap-
! ProVal or interest among the different
! departments, he at last casually engaged
| IN conversation with the cashier regard
ing some slight Improvement in the rec
| ord vault in and out of which old John
Everett was occasionally going and COM
| ing with various burdens of books
Here, as If by accident he left the wal
| let, and soon returned to his private Of
fice' where numerous demands upon him
occupied his attention until a late hour.
How contemplate one feels, when en-
| deaYoring to entrap another human be-
ing! he exclaimed as he finally resumed
the reading of the Dingleton reports.
lie had taken one in his hand. given it a
| cursory glance, and was about to toss it
| dlscouragedly back upon the desk when
MS eye caught John Everett's name. In
! another moment he was bending over II
| with startled eyes and trembling hands;
| for this is what Barrett Billingsby read:
Reports of Operatives Jameson and
| Zowbrinski;
Operatives Jameson, detailed by Supt.
! FRANC took up John Everett as he left
the Trust and Security Bank. Swallowed
him to his home 1858 w. Eighth Street
Waited in hallway of apartment house
until Eeverett's temperance at apart
/ ment door with his wife, who urged him
| to return early from his work ION the
| books of the bank" Swallowed Ever
! EFT across town, to the East Side where