Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1902-08-28
A KnaVe Of
Con science
By FRANCIS LYNDE.
(Copyright 1900, by Francis Lynde.)
CHAPTER III.

Two days after the Adelantado
cleared for the banana coast; or, to be
more accurate, in the forenoon of
the second day, the unimpetuous rou-
tine of the business quarter of New Or
leans was rudely disturbed by the
shock of a genuine sensation.
At ten o'clock Mr.. Galbraith, presi-
dent of the Bayou state bank, entered
his private office in the rear of the
main banking apartment, opened his
desk, and addressed himself to the
business of the day. Punctually at ten
five the stenographer, whose desk was
in the anteroom, brought in the mail;
five minutes later the cashier entered
for his morning conference with his
superior; and at half-past the hour
the president was left alone to read his
correspondence.
Mr.. Galbraith was a serious minded
man whose hobby was method; and it
was his custom to give himself quiet
half-hOur of inviolable seclusion each
morning in which to read and consider
his letters. During this interval the
stenographer, acting as usher, was in
structed to deny his chief to callers of
whatsoever degree. Wherefore, when
the door of the private office opened
at twenty minutes of eleven to admit
a stranger, the president was justly
annoyed.
"Well, sir?" he said with an accent
frritant, taking the intruder's meas
are in swift glance shot beneath his
bushy white eyebrows.
The visitor was young man not
over thirty, of preposs essing appear
ance, with figure rather slight for
his stature; fair, with blue eyes, and
a curling brown beard and mustache,
the former trimmed to a point. So
much the president was able to remark
at a glance, and to remember after
wards.
"Well, sir!" he repeated, when the
stranger stopped to carefully close
the door, "if you have business with
me, shall have to ask you TO excuse me
for few minutes. BE good enough to
take a seat in the ante-room till ring
Mcfarland should have told YOU"
The young man drew up chair and
sat down, ignoring the request as if he
had not heard it. Now Mr.. Andrew
Galbraith's temper was ordinarily the
temper Of an elderly gentleman with a
long upper lip, worn clean shaven,
but such a deliberate infraction of his
rules was not TO be borne patiently,
and he got up 20 ring for the ianitor.
But when his hand sought the bell
push, he found himself looking into
the muzzle Of revolver in the hands
OF the intruder, and So was fain to fall
back into his chair, gaspug:
"Nha what do you mean, sir Who
are you and what do you want?" he
stammered.
The reply was most succinct aud to
abe point
81 am poor man, and want money.
II you call for help, shall shoot YOU"
"Iuu would murder me?' Iheprea-
ideutA hands were clutching the arms
uf the chair. and he was fighting dea-
peratrly for courage aud presence 81
miud in his extremity
"Nut willingly, 1 assure you; but
most certainly ii you attempt 10 give
thealaru. Huttbere Is uo ucrasiau for
urrtlrss auNirty. III is merely qugs.
tIuu ut money and 10 yauare amtuable
e. reason Yuur I.fg 8 uat m danger "
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your rr4#aHs. .ir'" exclaimed thtpfes-
tdeut recovering somewhat fr.m the
hrst ahueh af terrified hewudrrutut
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