The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-06-13
THE RELIEF CASHIER.

DuuhihB No"PsJs $3.50 ~.~~
WINS an elegatly-dressed man OF little
over 80, wearing his silk hat just de-
gree OF two out of the perpendicular
and shifting the carnation in the lapel
of his frock coat.
He entered the bank, passed through
the private door leading behind the
counters and had taken of his hat and
coat, while the manager of the branch
glanced ut the letter he had brought.
It was an ordinary letter of introduc-
ton from the general manager OF the
company, stating that the bearer was
Arthur Gordon. Durrant, whose sigma
ture would be found attached, and who
had, in accordance with advices pre-
viously forwarded, been instructed TO
doin the Westminster branch on tenn
porary service as relief cashier.
The manager having watched this
new member of his staff sign the book.
mechanically compared the autograph
with the firm, bold Arthur G. Durrant'
at the foot Of the letter of introduction,
handed the newcomer his supply of cash
and retired into his own sanctum.
Arthur Gordon Durrant, who had
now been with the London and Suburbs
Banking company for some years, had
long been eagerly anticipating the time
when he should become attached to ore
of the London branches, for it had been
Durrant's fate to spend a month or
two ut most Of those branches which
were at the greatest distance from the
metropolis.
The specific hardship of this destiny
will not be apparent until it is mon
toned that it was in Kensington that
Miss Florence Kendall abode, and that,
therefore, Kensington was the center of
the universe, according to Durrants
geography.
And, to be perhaps unwarrantably
frank about the heart affairs of a lady.
Miss Kendall had not heard the news
OF her admirers transference to Lon
don without revealing a glow of pleas
uTe.
Her father had arranged to call for
Arthur at the bank and bring him home
to tea; and Is the hour of their antici-
pated arrival approached, the sprightly
Florence's trlls became merrier, and
more critical became her inspections
Of the pretty dimpled face, framed with
clusters of loose and hayward brown
curls, which smiled saucily at her when
lever she passed a mirror.
But Mr.. Kendall came home alone,
and little cloud rapidly travelled over
her face and obscured the sunshine
which had hitherto played there.
where's Arthur" she demanded,
coming frankly to the point with di-
rectness which made her parent avoid
her gaze.
"Well," he replied, with marked hest
tation, 81 don't exactly know. He
wasn't at the bank when called, and
] didn't wait"
Perplexfty took undisputed posses
sion of Miss Kendal's face, causing her
eyes to dilate and her little mouth to
open and expose the regular ivory teeth
behind her coral lips.
"Why, father" she exclaimed, "you
are strange!"
"Can you stand piece of most I'M
pleasant news, dear?" asked Mr.. Ken
dial, very gravely.
Tell me, father"
"When / called at the bank Mr.. Scot
land, the manager, informed me that
Arthur Durant had duly arrived at the
bank in the morning, had gone out at
lunch time and had not returned. His
cash was then overhauled, and-shall
go on, FLOP"
The girl would not trust her voice.
She nodded panied assent.
There was found to be missing SIS, 900
in gold and q smaller amount in notes.
OF course, there was only one inference
10 be drawn"
mot that Arthur" Poor Florence
could not frame the sentence. Her
father interrupted the attempt.
"Well, my child, there can be no other
possible explanation. The young man is
now being hunted for oil over the
country, and the manager told me he
had wired to the head Office for instruc-
tons about issuing reward"
Had the door opened second later
Florence would have been in Mysteries.
but her father had involuntarily called:
"Come in" in response to the knock,
and the parlor maid tripped over to Mr..
Kendall with q card upon the salver.
Had it been a message from a mahat-
ma, precipitated through the substan-
tial ceiling under which he sat, he could
Tot have been more astounded. Sudden
1y he jumped up, and, without word,
darted through the door.
There in the hall, looking i'll and pale,
but obviously in the highest spirits his
fcebleness permitted, stood Arthur Dur
rant.
1t was with q mingling of blank
establishment and distant constraint
that Mr.. Kendall met the young mans
cordial greeting.
But Florence, with q little scream,
ran at him. and was caught in an en-
brace which she returned with an inter-
est which Arthur willingly set OF
against the fathers chilliness.
'My word! it was On adventure.
wasn't it?" said Arthur, reluctantly dis
engaging himself from the letters
around his neck.
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