Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-08-28

"Not at ALL" replied the lawyer. 81
was doing some business for the other
bank and felt that ought to favor
them by my cash deposits"
"You don't think thar's anything the
matter, do you?" asked the grocer. his
face still hardening.
Il think Craig is acting queerly-
very queerly for q banker" was Mil
lers slow reply. "He has always been
most particular to open up early and"-
Hello" cried out a CHEEKY voice
that Of the middle aged proprietor OF
the Darley FIGURING mills, emerging
from Barnett's store. 81 see you fel
lows have your eye on Craig's front.
If he was drinking man, we might
suspicion he'd been on a tear last
night. wouldn't WEI?
1T looks shaky to me-" retorted the
grocer. growing more excited. "I'm
goin' over there an try that door again.
| A man at has my money can't attract
the attention Craig has an me say
nothin'."
The miller pulled his little turf of
gray beard and winked at Rayburn.
you've been scarin' Barnett" be
said. with tentative infection. "He's
easily ratified. BY the way, now that
l think Of it. it does seem to me heard
some of the Methodists talkin' about
| reproving Craig an Winship for spec.
ulatin' in grain an cotton. l know
they've been dabblin' in it. for Craig
always got my market reports. He's
been dealin' with 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
handle and began to shake it vigor-
ously they crossed over to him.
| "What's wrongT" said q dealer in
| fruits, short, thickset man with a
forid 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"
81 will If that skunk don't open it an
give me my money" said Barnett, who
was now red in the face and almost
fouming at the mouth. He's back in
thar. an he knows it's past openin'
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 battering ram, was
thrown against the heavy walnut shut
| tel.
"Open up. I say-open up IA tharp'
yelled the grocer in 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" he
painted. Believe me or not, fellows, ]
know 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
If it 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 were about
to raise it, but the shade remained
down, the interior still obscured. 1t
struck Miller as being a sudden i'm
pulse. defeated by fear Of violence.
There was q pause. Then the storm
broke again. About fifty men had as
sembled, all wild to know what was
wrong. Miller elbowed his way to the
door and stood on the step, slightly
raised above the others, Barnett by his
side. LET me speak to him." he said
paci6cally. Barnett yielded dOggedly,
and Rayburn put his lips to the crack
between the two folding doors.
"Mr. Craig" he called out. "Mr.
Craig
There was no reply, but Rayburn
heard the rustling of paper on the in
side near the crack against which his
ear was pressed. and then the edge of
q sheet of writing paper was slowly
showed through. Rayburn grasped 1t,
lifting it above q dozen Outstretched
hands.
Hold onw he cried authoritatively,
"Pll read it."
The silence Of the grave fell on the
crowd as the young man began to
read.
Friends and citizens" the note ran
"Winship has absconded with every
dollar in the vaults except about $500
in my small safe. He has been gone
two days. l thought on visit to his
kinfolks. l have just discovered the
loss. I'm completely ruined and am
now trying to make out report of my
condition. Have mercy on an OLD
man."
Rayburn's face was as white as that
Of a corpse. The paper dropped from
his hand and he stepped down into the
crowd. He was himself no loser, but
the Bishops had lost their all. Ho"
could he break the news to them! Pres
emily he began to hope family that ole
Bishop might within the last week nave
drawn out at least part Of the money
but that hope was soon discarded. fol
he remembered that the old man was
waiting to invest the greater part OF
the deposit in some Shoal Greek cottoI
mill stock which had been promised
him in few weeks. No; the hope wa:
groundless. Alan, his father. Mrs
Bishop and-Adele.
Miller's heart sank down into th'
worry nnva nf 6pSnDir ii that he ld(