The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-06-15

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Their combined cries for help brought
ene OF their neigbbors 10 the scono Of tho
struggle. The mnraudcr wns soon over.
come, and when tho serving maid appeared
with lamp Morn and the gardener recog
nized In him tho tramp who had accosted
them In the afternoon In front OF tho bank.
take him 10 prison" commanded Miss
Wilson. my aunt and will lodge CON-
plaint against him In the morning"
While the two men carried oil their pris-
oncr Nora hurried TO her aunt's room. by
this time the effect Of tho chloroform had
disappeared, and Miss Magrudey was &C
quainted with the events Of the night.
Tho little sstchel, with IT. precious con-
tents, was moved considerable distance
from whore 10 had originally boon placed,
and the spinstcr admitted that tho cashier
was right after all In admonishing her a.
he did. To relieve herself from further
responsibility she sent for her niece's bo-
trothed early In the morning.
In the meantime the prisoner had pre-
liminary hearing before the Judge. Miss
Wilson deposed that she had met the man
In the afternoon; that he had seen the
satchel which they carried from the hank
slowed away under the buggy seat. She
then narrated her struggle with the in
truder and bis final arrest by o neighbor
and her sunt's gardener. The latter COR
Yoborated her statement. The prisoner
firmly declared his innooenoe, even In the
face Of these grave charges. He denied
having struggled with tho young lady In
her sunt's room, and said that be had
sought shelter In Miss Msgruder's wood
shed for the night When he heard Miss
Wilson's cries for help, be thought 6re
had broken out, and rushed from tho shed
TO aid In suppressing It.
Without word Nora Wilson pointed to
the prisoners right band, which was
bandaged with q dirty rag. Tho judge
understood her meaning and asked the
tramp how he had injured his hand.
His answer was that he bad cut himself
with an AZ, as he cleared the place In the
dark to find . comfortable spot to lie
down in.
His statement was not credited, and he
was remanded to jsil.
An hour later Nora and her betrothed
were ON the way TO the bank. They had
With them the satchel Of gold, ready TO
again intrust II to the custody Of the bank
cashier.
"Good morning, Mr.. Holt" said the
girl. Here is the money! You were
right; some one did try TO rob ~ last
night"
to tho cashiers window to receive the
money.
A penetrating odor Of chloroform was
noticeable. 1t came from the clothes Of
tho cashier.
"Oh, Jamesi' cried the girl, still pale
and nervous from her terrible experience
Of the night.
"My name is ClifY, }" said James, "Iam
| Miss Wilson's fance. Permit me to lead
her 70 yonder couch. She is not we'll A
little rest will soon restore her,"
Holt was not inclined to grant the re-
quest to admit the two young people to
the back room without opposition.
"It's against the rules OF the bank" he
remarked stnbbornly.
James Cliff paid no attention to him,
but pushed the door open and led the
young girl to the leather sofa In the back
| room. Nora was far from fainting. Per
| mind had never worked more quickly and
to the point A sudden suspicion that not
the tramp, but another. had tried to rob
them of her fortune flashed through her
brain. There was the odor of the chloro-
form, and, besides, the cashier held his
hand concealed In his coat pocket.
"What Is the matter with your hand,
| Mr.. Holtf' she asked.
"My handp I sprained 1t last night
while trying to move heavy piece OF fur
niture. I have been bathing 1t with Or
/ MICA and must keep 1t bandaged."
won't you let me see itf"
The cashier hesitated, but when he
pulled the hand from the pocket at last,
the bandage showed other stains than
those of arnica.
With bound the girl stood before him.
"This is blood, James," she cried. "a
| sprain could not have caused them-tho
| smell o. the chloroform, his voice, his look,
| and the hairs wrapped around the button
| Of his coatl Do you not recognize them?'
Her lover snatched the overcoat thrown
over the back of the chair In the room In
which they were.
"They are yours, Nora" said James
! Cliff, carefully loosening them from the
button that held them confined. would
recognize them anywherev'
"This Is the man who broke into our
house, with whom struggled, and in the
struggle no cut his hand" said Nora firm
ly and menncingly.
81 wish had killed you" muttered
Holt, now blind with rage over the girls
discovery.
They called the clerk and sent for the
sheriff, but James Cliff was compelled to
keep the desperate bank cashier at bay at
the point Of revolver.
At his home were found bottle half
filed with chloroform, blood stained
cuff, q bowie knife, bunch Of skeleton
keys and other paraphcrnalia belonging to
the light fingered gentry.
Years afterward, when Nora Wilson and
James Cliff celebrated their marriage an
niversary, they learned tho cause for the
crime Of the bank cashier. He had been
In love with the pretty country lassie, and
as James Cliff was then an impecunious
attorney he thought II he robbed her of
her fortune the young man would not
marry her.
But you know better, dear wife, !"
whispered James into the pretty matron' g
ear. She nodded her head In silence and
wound her arms around his neck.
The e10, 900 In gold was deposited In a
larger bank, and the interest has been
OllinR nm from vear In vear making m neat