The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-13
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 Gan you remove the works, and and the other things without peril [, yourself?"
 Yes. yes, yesH'
 Then bring 1t inside. We will do il together!"
 l. was with the bankers utmost e. forts that he got the trembling and horror-strlcken wretch upon his feet the deadly tube in his hands. and, in' side the bank, It's innocent appearing contents into tiny separate parcels Then Barrett Billingsby, taking his ems ployes arm firmly within his own, tap ped at the door of the banks main en- trance.
 Watchman Murchison unlocked the door with a surprised face. as he saw the two men In company.
 Everett, here," said the banker klnd- ly but decidedly, "has saved us from positive calamity. Now, Murchison, l want nothing said Of this-on account | of the newspapers. The court has been entered from the alley. We have Ev- erett to thank for its timely discovery. Lock the store-house door and keep n sharp lookout during the night. want necessary repairs made without attract ing the employees attention: and will be here myself very early in the morn- ing. Good night"
 Then the two departed from the Trust and Security bank-'but not to the great detective agency presided over by Allan Dingleton.
 | And yet 1t is often written and said: Corporations have no souls and bankers are without hearts!
 Their way led along West street to an open pier. Here, one by one. the banker dropped the tiny parcels into the swiftly outgoing tide.
 That's an end of all that John!" he said heartily, while great tears coursed their way down his companion's Eag- | gard face.
 In half hour more they were inside John Everett's home.
 Ellen" said the banker. taking the hand which had once rested differently in his own,"I found John down there at the bank. working after hours. It's not | right. It will break him down. He's all Jagged out He must have an en- tire change at once. I've little place. | only ten miles out, with lovely cot tage and a few acres of ground-no | earthly use to me!-whch would do you all worlds of good. Now, that place is John Everett's and Ellen Everett's and Harry Everetts-bless that boy of yours, Ellen! We'll push him ahead at the bank.-and all the rest of the little Everetts here, for the remainder of your natural lives! Well. we'll, well.-my dinner'll be cold if I don't hurry home right away. God bless you all!-and good night!'
 Was it a wonder that the astounded family should find its father and hus- band half fainting and helpless from overwork and sudden joy? Was it a wonder that when they had all got their breaths again the widest and most de- lirious whoop ever known in that quar- ter of the great city went up within the Everett tenement in Eighth street? And was 1t still a wonder when the banker was finally seated at his own table, surrounded by his own happy family, that his wife, after looking per- plexedly and many times upon the sol- emn radiance of his noble face, should exclaim to the accompaniment of merry laughter all about the table:
 Barrett Billingsby, if did not know that there was not one iota-not one single iota-of sentiment in your entire mortal body, would be absolutely sure that you had done something heroic this very blessed day."