Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1905-03-30

I SHALL HAVE To GIVE YOU SOME GOLD,
SAID MARION SWEETLY.
sip for Bert had been a willing slave
TO Marion ever since the days when
he used TO drag her to school on his
sled
Many comments had been made in
the postoffice and around the stove in
Van Zants grocery. but after Ned Da-
Wis had been soundly thrashed by How
ard for suggesting that If the pair of
tellers held their positions long enough
they would have no trouble starting
life properly there was an abrupt ces-
sation of this sort of gossip, and the
bank officers were accepted without
further comment.
But IT was not pleasant sailing for
Bert and Marion. He had been given
his position not because Prescott ap-
proved OF his suit for Marion's hand,
but because, like Marion, he had been
the most available person for the po-
sition. Prescott, in his hard, deep
pitched voice, had assured the young
man that If he ever caught a glimpse
OF love making in business hours there
would be an imported teller in the
bank within twenty four hours.
So 1t was that man and maid were
perforce content with such satisfaction
as could come from the knowledge Of
the others propinquity, and even Tony
Dwight, who would have been glad to
10 see his rival disposed of, could find
no cause for tale bearing.
Dwight with Prescott, Bert and Ma
rion, constituted the clerical force Of
the First National and, oddly enough,
Prescott, usually an excellent judge Of
character, favored TOny's aspirations
for Marion's hand. The one unpleas-
ant feature of her position was the fact
that she had frequently to consult
Tony as bookkeeper and he never let
pass an opportunity to press his suit.
Then the agent of the Chester Bank
Vault company came to Scarcrest one
noon hour, driving over from the near
est railroad town behind pair of
spanking bays Curtis was the name
In one corner Of the card he presented
TO Prescott as he strolled unannounced
into the presidents office
But selling bank vaults was not his
principal business, for after awhile
Prescott came out Of his office Here
is a check for which Mr.. Curtis wants
the cash." he said, thrustinR the slip
Of paper through the window to Ma
rion. You have package Of thou
sand dollar bills In the corner Of the
small safe. There are twenty-five of
those. He will take the other half In
hundreds"
Marion looked curiously at her ia
ther's face, white and drawn
Are you sure this is all rightT'
Curtis laughed lightly.
you are not going to dishonor your
fathers own check, are your he said
in careless fashion. Mr. Prescott will
assure you that it is all right.@
He moved closer to the bank presi-
dent and Prescott, with the muZzle OF
revolver pressing into his side, could
only nod his assent. Curtis had as
sured him that at the first sign of at
tempted communication with any OF
the two clerks all would be shot and
he would be safe In the country before
the crime was discovered. Prescott
was a brave man, but he agreed with
Curtis argument that the money would
do him little good if he were to be shot
for refusing IL.
Marion gave one more curious glance
at the pair and turned toward the
vault In a moment she reappeared.
"Oh, Bert" she called will you please
come here and help me to move this
boII"
Howard went to her aid while Cur
It's fidgeted about, urging Prescott TO
make haste. There was small danger
Of interruption from customer or
from Tony, who lunched at that hour;
but. being a skilled workman, he liked
to see job done eXpedtiously.
In couple Of minutes the pair re
turned. Marion carried a package OF
bills, while Howard swung a bag GOV
cred with wax seals.
Il shall have to give you some gold"
said Marion sweetly as she tumbIed
the bills on the shelf beneath the win
dow of her cage and prepared 10 count.
You see, we keep most OF our reserve
on deposit IN town, and for local use
we have mostly small bills"
Gold will do" responded Curtis ami
ably. Il am not particular though of
course, the large bills are easier to han
die"
Howard came around the corner
with the gold, but before Curtis could
grasp the bag OF coins 1t descended up
on his head with force sufficient TO
knock his heavy hat over his eyes and
stun him before the ready pistol In his
coat pocket could be fred