The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-07-09

V outlying bank to it's downtown correspon-
 dent every day, Sundays and holidays ex-
 cepted, for more than year, and nothing
 ever had happened to disturb the routine
 So Tom Grett became careless The sat :hel that carried always contained consider able sum in cash and much more in checks, but the fact that he custodian of much money had ceased to worry him. The fact had lost its signif- canoe.
 There came into the day. when he was making his regular trip to the down-town bank, another man with another satchel, and the other man deposited the other satchel beside Gretts They were very similar in appearance-the satch- entirely oblivious could hardly have failed to mo- ticc that the strangers partly displaced the other murder or scandal or war scare and he remained thus absorbed until his station was reached when The stranger was busy with the Help Wanted advertisements of his own paper and did not even look up when Brett left; but, at the next station he showed the paper into his coat pocket. grabbed the remaining satchel, and hurried out
 Grett went directly to the Third National Bank nodded to the teller deposited the satchel on the an exclamation of surprise and alarm. This sat newer and cleaner He opened it with trembling hands, disclosing seersucker coat and cigar-box containing penholders and pencils and . number of My Godl'' he cried ..I've been robbedi"
 ''How?" asked the teller.
 "This isn't my satchel,'' he said in bewilder- His face white, his eyes almost popping ou, of his head and he seemed to have lost the power of connected thought; he stared at the satchel as if expecting the contents to change under his gaze to banknotes and cheeks.
  hurried up, and Grett was taken behind the rail ing. Sensations are not popular in banking cir cles; the emotional public misunderstands and ex- from the public
 cashier, when Grett had told his story. Telephone your bank They will want to put the police on it at once.
 Grett seemed also the point of collapse but the sharp, vigorous tone and manner of the cash fer had bracing effect, and he recovered his be notihed immediateiy in order that everything
 
 q The North Trust and Savings Bank was not large institution. the loss sixteen thousand dollars in currency could not be accepted phiIo. sophfcally by it's officers It followed therefore, distressed by the message that to him the telephone. Nevertheless, being of quick decision. he planned and acted promptly
 All the usual precautions were taken-the police notified, and advertisement written, "s5OO ward for the return of the satchel and it's con- tents and sent to the evening papers; Cashier Aiken holding that it unwise to make their loss thus public, but President Farwell main the least promise of lessening the loss.
 The railroad company reported that such satchel had been turned in to the lost and found department, and the guard. when questioned. de- clared that he had seen none.
 That proves it to be premeditated theft.' as- serted Aiken. "An honest finder would have turn And we have about one chance in thousand of recovering the money he added.
 Just about that, agreed Farwe1 ruefully "A chance in this city. We're probably out sixteen thousand dollars in !, cash. and we can't tell how They faced it for two hours in ever-deepenng o'clock in the morning. and it was nearly when a shabby stranger entered the bank. The shabby stranger carried the missing satchel Officers and employees seemed to rise man, when they saw it. but the shabby stranger ambled along wear fly and unconcernedly. The stranger paused and looked about him doubtfully; the office force waited ba so shabby abeud be in possession of the misaid fortune. the cashiers desk. Lose n anythings" % he asked. Aiken drew long breath Sixteen thousand 'ewhewl' exclaimed the stranger, "rm glad didn't know had so much He handed the satchel It was. Aiken and Farwell went over the cash together, and there was not not banknote missing Where did you find it?' asked Farwell. the p and showed that it belonged to you' Two hours. guess was tired and walked .swalked." exclaimed Farwell. 'swhy didn't you Spent my last nickel going downtown for a job. Had one half promised. but this looked more walkedl"s FarweTl found this incomprehensible how much there was.
 Didn't you count 1t!
 .eWhy not?"
 '.I afraid"
 Afraid of what?"
 '.Of myself. They every man has his price, .I guess old Dogenes looking for you,'' re- Who's he?'' asked the stranger
 He's the fellow who was looking for a man who could do what you have just done It takes nan to be honest when he's desperately hard lp.''
 .aThat's all." returned the stranger simply; just man."
 ssI suppose you want the reward" said Farweu we'll admitted the stranger, 'I thought there might be some reward, and don't see how could back away from it.
 ssThe reward" said Farwe1l, is five hundred dollars and shall further make it point to see that you get satisfactory position. rather think know enough about your honesty to vouch for