The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-03-24

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he consulted his watch from time
to time, with his eyes always going
hungrily back to the heavy-pillared
back entrance itself.
I'm one minute" he announced,
they'll get dose of the medicine they
gave US this morning" Again he
looked at his watch.
A sudden thud and roar of sound
cut off all smaller sounds. Then came
the cries of terror-stricken human be-
ings, shrill calls for help, hoarse
shouts from stalwart figures in uni
forms, and the sudden shrill of po-
liceman's whistle. The clamor and
tumult of the streets rose above the
quick and ever-nearing throb of en-
CINE bells, the gongs of ambulances,
the rattle of iron-tired patrol wagons
pounding over car rails, the shouts of
blue-cOated patrolmen already forming
their Gordon around the dust-crowned
ruins.
FIRE." was the cry that filled the
canyon! "The buildings on fire!"
And it was then that Legar re-
placed his watch in his pocket, and
tossing aside the field glasses through
which he had been viewing the street,
showed that he was once more HIM
self.
''Now's the time, men," he an
nounced to his followers, ito get ready
for work."
The Bitter Bitten.
The news Of the Third National
bank outrage soon spread through the
city. And as the resultant fire grew
in intensity the crowd in the neighbor-
hood grew in volume. Police reserves,
marshaled by a stalwart and stern
faced captain, had already estab-
lished their fire lines and still fought
back the overcurious that trampled
the long scorpions of black hose and
kept edging and shouldering ever
closer to the scene of the great catas-
trophe.
There was no relaxing of vigilance,
in fact, when the limousine of Enoch
Golden himself came throbbing and
crawling through that densely packed
mob of human beings, Golden himself.
alighting from that car, pleaded and
stormed in vain with the memorable
officials confronting him. And while
he still frenziedly argued and demand
ed a hearing with the officers in
charge, second vehicle made it's way
towards the still smoldering ruins.
This second vehicle was motor
truck on which was mounted not only
a number of men in the uniform of
bank attendants, but also police lieu
tenant, who had been requisitiOned to
clear way through the crowd. For
this was not the intrusion of mere Gu
riosity seekers. That much the cap
tain in charge of the police lines
promptly discovered when he was on
the point of ordering both truck and
attendants out Of the forbidden terri
tory. For the cool-eyed man in COM
mand of that truck had come well
armed for any such emergency. Into
the astonished hand Of the police Off
cial he thrust an authcritative-looking
document from the president of the
Third National himself:
This letter Of introduction read:
To the Officials in Charge: Act
ing on an emergency decision of our
directors, | herewith authorize the
agents of the Western National Bank
to take possession of and remove the
contents of Third National Bank vaults
to the vaults of the Western National.
As this decision was arrived at to
Illustrate any possible interference
with our gold and collateral when SO
obviously exposed, trust you will do
everything possible to expedite the re-
movaI of this treasure to a place of
safety.
Yours very truly,
JOHN ELIOT STONINGToN,
President.
At the same time that the police
captain, acting On this peremptory or
der, was clearing a path to the neigh.