Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-12-11

| Listen to that mob."
BlacIde. you'll have your money as
soon as you're properly identified.
There's something irregular here. l
don't find your signature on file"
The excltable Mr.. Daw suddenly
grew furious.
81 want my money! he yelled.
you're trying to delay me! There's a
rumOr all over town that the old Off
GERS looted the bank and resigned. If
| don't get my money right away I'll
call an officer"
The hay and feed merchant tore up
his deposit slip and hurried over to a
side desk. The butter and egg mer-
chant had already drawn check for
his balance. There were eight deposit
Ors In the bank by now. The butter
and egg merchant, waiting his turn at
| the window, was talking excitedly to
three Of them and displaying his check
"WOuld you mind waiting few min
utes, Mrs. Grandin" asked the paying
teller anxlously as he counted out the
lady's money. "I'd like to talk with
you"
"Ill be back" promised Mrs. Gran
din sweetly as she stuffed the money
hastily into her hand bag. II want to
telephone some friends of mine," and
as she darted away the paying teller
realized, with a sickening sense of dis
autnr that fha minute AIrc Hropdin
emerged from the door irreparable
damage would be done.
The butter and egg man lunged his
bulk into the space vacated by the lady
and slammed down a check. His eyes
were bulging and his cheeks were
working. Blackle Daw lunged into the
butter and egg mans side with sharp
elbow and bumped him away; then
Blacbie wound his long fingers into
the grill to hold his place in front Of
the wicket.
"My money" he howled. you're
holding me back because $150,000 cash
will clean out your, bankl You're 60
ing to have a run today, and you know
itp
"Call an offlcer!' ordered the paying
teller, about whose aged mouth there
was snap which Blackle rather ad-
mired.
President Wallingford stepped for
ward.
II know the man." he said, entering
the paying teller's cage. "The account
Is correct; give him the money" He
picked up the check and put his o. X.
on 1t. "What do you mean by thlsp
he demanded Of II. G. Daw. "Are you
trying to ruin the Peoples bank?"
"They wouldn't give me my money"
loudly explained Mr.. Daw. "I don't
want to put the old officers in bad but
The truth about Prime and the rest of
them had to come out before the days
over, anyhow, and wanted my mon
eyP
"Shut up you fooll' ordered Walling-
ford quite vlsibly angry. Come inside
and wait until your money can be
counted"
"Glve me room, will you--will your
Blackle excltedly requested of the de-
posltors who were crowdlng him.
There were nine of them now In line,
and there was no depositor in front Of
the receiving teller's window. Blackie
Daw picked up big yellow suit case,
and Remember" he cautioned the
paying teller as he moved away, mo
one gets paid until get miner
The paying teller looked across at the
receiving teller, and the receiving teller
looked across at the paying teller. Both
were lost in profound wonder as to
how that account Of II. G. DAVIS had
come on the books, but they did not
speak. No employee desired to know
anything which would be embarrassing
Gu witness stand, with the sole ex-
Ception Of the mandolin player, and he
was handicapped.
"Shall l leave you the little toilet
bag, Jlml" asked Blaclsle Daw In tho
office Of President wallingford, and he
affectlonately patted the yellow suit
case, now stuffed with money.
mo" directed Walllngford, with
strained look on his face. He sat
down, with frowning anxiety. II don't
want the money on me-"
Il wish l could stay" reflected
Blnckle, his eyes klndllng. You're lla-
BILE to have scrlmmage before you get
out Of this"
II think not calculated walllngford,
though the look OF anxiety was still on
his brow an have the town back OF