The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1901-11-08
HELD UP THE BANKER.
But the HOld-Up Man Was Far More
Nervous Than Was His
Victim

The man thrust himself into the
bankers private office. There was a
hunted look uon his features. He
pumped himself into a seat beside
the surprised bankers desk, says the
Washington Star.
1.-Two thousand" said he, hurriedly
and hoarsely, Ought to SUFFICE
"Eh?' said the banker, dropping his
pen and gazing hard at his visitor
Il said" repeated the latter, still
in the quick, nervous tone, that
about two thousand ought to be
enough for the present"
From the manner with which the
banker leaned back in his chair and
stared at the man it was obvious that
he was in mood for temporizing
Two thousand, eh?" he said, after
a pause. ''And for what, pray?"
The hands of the bankers visitor
twitched nervously, and he mopped
the perspiration from his brow.
Well" he replied, 1--WE been
bounded a good deal of late by my
tailor-a matter of four hundred or
so, l believe, that he's clamoring
for
"Oh!" said the banker, casting fur
tive glances at the door.
Yes" went on the man seated be-
side him, blinking queerly; and
there seems to be 5000 account at
my florists that's been running for
long time
"Uh-huh!" put in the banker, still
glancing out of the tail of his eve
at the door.
VI don't know whether the bill is
straight or not, but l know that the
florist is threatening to sue, and all
that rot, and he's got to be paid.
Then, bought cob last winter for
$500, and l thought Id paid for him
long ago, but it seems | haven't.
Fellow l bought him from has been
around digging at me lot lately, and
talking about putting the business
into the hands of his legal adviser
Six hundred for a cob, eh?" said
the banker, flush as of great trepi-
datlon crossing his countenance, go
on
WELL" continued the queer visitor,
there's a haberdasher chap that's
been making my life perfectly miser-
able or late with his opportunities,
Claims that [ owe him $500, or some-
thing like that, for shirts and cravats
and pajamas and such silly things.
Says that the accounts two wears
old, most of 1t, and he all but shakes
his fist in my face, confound him"
shakes his fist in your faee-go
ahead" repeated the banker. endeav-
oring to reach one of the electric but
tons under his desk.
wait minute-I'm not through
yet said the bankers odd visitor.
putting out restraining hand.
"There's livery stable keeper who's
been thrusting itemized accounts into
my face so frequently lately that I'm
almost afraid to walk on the street.
and it would seem from this account
that I'm indebted to him in the sum
of more than 5000"
'Two hundred for livery stable
keeper" repeated the banker, his face
gradually growing purple.
EYES," said his visitor, land then
there are odds and ends, such as
bills for hats, and wines, and shoes,
and all that sort of gear, that'll make
about $4,000, and I guess I can get
along for the present with about
that much" and the man leaned back
in his chair and fastened a narrow
gaze upon the tidgeting banker.
The banker gazed hopelessly at the
entrance to his office for the last
time. Then he picked up his pen,
grabbed a check book and wrote a
check Tor the amount demanded by
his visitor.
'Bnt just you see to it that you
don't come to me for any more.
that's ALL" growled the banker, shak-
ing warning finger at the man, who
smiled a relieved smile
Extraordinary proceeding!
Well, not so very. The bankers
nervous visitor was his only son. who
had recently figured as the hero of
the university boat race, and the old
man was rather proud of him.