The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-08-03


Miller. "a man who has other peoples
money In his charge can't be too care
ruI.'
Hes got some o mine,'' said the
grocer. ''and Mary Ann Tarpley. my
w1fa's sister. put 5000 thar day before
yesterday. Oh. l reckon nothin's wrong,
though | do remember | heerd some
body say Craig bought cotton futures
an sometimes got skecrd up a little
about meetin' his obligations"
Il have never heard that" said Ray
burn Miller. raising his brows.
Well. | have. an I've heerd the
same o. Winship." sid the grocer. but
| never let it go no furder. | amt no
hand to circulate i'll reports agin Il good
member of the church"
Miller bit his lip. and an unpleasant
thrill passed over him as Trabue
walked on. twenty-five thousand"
he thought. is no small amount. 1t
would tempt five men out of ten IL
they we're inclined to go wrong and
were in a tight"
The grocer was looking at him stead
lily.
you bank thar, don't your" he asked.
Miller nodded. But | happen 70
have no money there right now. !
made a deposit at the other bank yes
terday."
suspicious. heigh? Now. jest a lii.
tie. wasn't your The grocer now
spoke with undisguised uneasiness.
aN 4 at oil " ropIioI tha 1, xv-or sJ
was doing some business FIR the other
bank and felt that | ought to favor
them by my cash deposits"
You dent think thar's anything the
matter. DO you?' asked the grocer. his
face still hardening.
Il think Craig is acting queerly-
very queerly for a banker" was Mil
ler's slow reply. lie has always been
most particular to open up early and
Hello cried GU II CHEEKY voice.
that Of the middle aged proprietor of
the barley FIGURING mills. emerging
from Bsrnett's store. II see YOU fell
lows have your eye on Craig's front.
II he was a drinking man. we might
suspicion he'd been on a tear last
night. wouldn't we:'
1T locks shaky TO me-" retorted the
grocer, growing more excited. Pm
goin' over there an try that do3r again.
\ man at has my money cant attract
the attention Craig has an me say
nothin'."
The miller pulled his little turf of
gray beard and winked at Rayburn.
HNnu'Va hnan En1tip' Tnryot4 he
said. with a tentative infection. Hes
easily ratified. BY the way. now that
/ think of ii. it does seem to me | heard
some of the Methodists talkin' about
reproving Craig an Winship for spec
ulatin' in grain an cotton. | know
they've been dabblin' In it. for Graf.
always got my market reports. He's
been dealin' with u bucket shop in At
lanta."
I'm going over there" said Miller
abruptly. and he hurried across in the
wake of the big grocer. The miller fol-
lowed him. On the other side of the
street several people were curiously
watching the bank door, and when
Barnett went to it and grasped the
"AA IL bNSAh ~ Shhht II Nl6OA"
ously they crossed over to him.
What's w%rong?" said a dealer in
fruits. a short. thickset man with a
florid face. but Barnett's only reply
was another furious shaking of the
door.
why. man. what's got into your
protested the fruit dealer in a rising
tone of establishment. DO you intend
to break that door DOWN."
II will il that skunk don't open it an
give me my money said Barnett. who
was now red in the face and almost
foaming at the mouth. Hes back in
thar, an he knows it's past opeuin'
time. BY gum, | know more'n I'm
goin' to tell right now.'
This was followed by another rat.
Ting of the door. and the grocer's enor-
nous weight. like a battering RAM. was
thrown against the heavy walnut shut
ter.
"Open up, ] say-open up in thar
yelled the grocer in a voice hoarse with
passion and suspense.
A dozen men were now grouped
around the doorway. Barnett released
the handle and stood facing them.
"Somethin's rotten In Denmark be
painted. Believe me or not, fellows, /
know a thing or two. This banks in a
bad fix"
A thrill of horror shot through Miller.
The words had the ring of conviction.
Alan Bishops money was In bad hands
II ii was there at all. Suddenly he saw
a white, trembling hand fumbling with
the lower part of the close drawn win
dow shade as if some one we're about
to raise it. but the shade remained
down. the interior still obscured. II
struck Miller as being a sudden i'm
pulse. defeated by fear of violence
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