Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-07-30

/ This newly imported examiner was
so different from Sam Turner. 1t had
been Sans way to enter the bank with
a shout, pass the cigars, and tell the
latest stories he had picked up on his
rounds His customary greeting to Dor
sey had been, Hello, Perry Haven t
kskipped out with the Doodle yet, l see
Turner's way of counting the cash had
been different, too. He would finger the
| packages of bills in a tired kind Of way,
and then go into the vault and kick over
few sacks of silver, and the thing was
| done. Halves and quarters and dimes
/ Not for Sam Turner. NO chicken feed
for me- he would say when they were
cultural department But, then, Tur-
ner was Texan, an old friend of the
/ bank ; president and had known Dorsey
since he was a baby.
| While the examiner was counting the
cash, Maj. Thomas b. Kingman-known
to every one as Major TOm'-the presi-
dent of the First National. drove up 70
and buggy, and, going into the litte
pony corral" as he called it, in which
his desk was rallied off, he began to look
over his letters
Earlier, a little incident had occurred
that even the sharp eyes of the eXami-
ner had failed TO notice. When he had
begun his work q the cash counter, Mr.
/ Edlinger had wiuked significantly at Roy
Wilson, the youthful bank messenger,
and nodded his head slightly toward the
front door. Roy understood, got his hat
/ lector's book under his arm. Once out
side, he made a bee line for the Stock
mems National. That bank was also get,
ting ready 70 open. No customers had
as yet presented themselves
SAY, you people - cried Roy. with the
familiarity of youth and long acQuain-
| lance You want to get move on you
There's a new bank examiner over at the
First. and he's a stem winder He's
counting nickels on Perry, and he's got
the whole outfit bluffed. Mr.. Edhnger
gave me the tip to let you know"
Mr. Buckley, president Of the Stock
mems National-a stout. elderly man.
looking like a farmer dressed for sun
dy-heard Roy from his private office
at the rear and called him.
HAS Major Kiugman came down to
the hank vet" he asked Of the boy.
Yes. sir he was just driving up as
I left" said Roy.
81 want YOU 10 take him note. Put
II into his own hands as soon as you
get back"
Mt Buckley sat down and began to
write.
Roy returned and handed to Major
Kingman the envelope containing the
note. The major read IT. and slipped It
into his vest pocket. He leaned back In
his chair for few moments as II he
were meditating deepIy. and then rost
and went into the vlult He came or
with the bulky. ol1-fashioner leather
note case stamped on the back In gilt
the notes due the bank with their at
tacbed securities and the Major, IL his
rough way. dumped the lot upon his
desk and began 70 sort them over.
BY This time Nettlewick he'd finished
his count Of the cash His pencil nut
tered like swallow over the sheet Of
paper on which be had set his figures
He opened his black wallet. which seemed
10 be also q kind ~ secret memorandum
book. made few rapid figures in IT,
wheeled and transfixed Dorsey with the
glare OF his spectacles That look
seemed TO say. You're safe this time
but"
cash sll correct" snapped the ez-
aminer. He made a dash for the IN
dlv.dual bookkeeper md for few
minutes there was a flutterlng Of ledger
leaves and a sailing Of balance sheets
. through the air
How often do Won balance your pass
books ?" he demanded. suddenly.
"Er-once n month fHltered the in
dividral bookkeeper, wondering how
many years they would give him
"An right" said the examiner. turn
ing and charging upon the general book
keeper. who had the statements Of his
foreign banks and their reconcleusut
memoranda ready. Everything there was
found 20 be all right Then the stub
book of the certificates n deposit Flut-
ter-zin-zip-checSi All right.
List of over drafts. please phase
bank, next All right.
Then came The cashiers turn. and easy
going Mr. Edlinyar rubbed his nose and
polished his glasses uervously under the
quick fire Of questions concerning the
circulation. undivided profits, bank real
estate. and stock ownership
Presently Neftiewick wns nware Of a
big man towering above him al hts ell
bow-a man sixty wears Of age. rugged
and hale. with q rough. grtzzled beard
mass of gray hair, and a pair Of pene-
tratng blue eyes that confronted the
formidable glasses Of the examiner with,
out flicker
"Er-Major KinCman. our president
or Mr. Nettlewick" said the cashier
Two men Of very different types shook
hands. one was finished product Of
the worll Of straight lines. conventional
methods and formal affairs The other
was something freer wider and nearer to
nature. Tom kingw7n had not heeu
rut to any pattern lie had been mule
driver. cowboy. ranger. soldier. sheriff
prospector and cattleman. Now. when he
was bank president. his old omrades
from the prairies. OF the saddle. tent. and
trail found no change I'm him. He had
/ made his fortune when Texas cattle were
at the high tide Of value. and had or
ganized the First National Bank Of San
Rosario. In spite Of his larEeDess Of
heart and sometimes unwise generosity
toward his old friends, the bank had
prospered. for Major Tom KinCman knew
men as wen as ne knew cattle. Of Ilfe
years the cattle business Ind known
depression. and the majors bank was
one of the few whose losses had not been
great
And now" said the examiner brisklv,
pulling out his watch. "the last thing
Is the loans. We will take them up now.
II You please.'
He had gone through the First National
at almost record breaking specd-hut
thoroughly as he did everything. The
running order Of the bank was smooth
and clean. and that had facilitated his
work There was hut ono other bank in
the town. He received from the govern
ment fee of SO for each bank that he eX-
smined He should he able to go over
these loans and discounts in half an hour
II So he could examine the other bank
immedia tely aftcrwSrd. and catch the
II 40 the only other traiu that day in
the direction he was working. Otherwise
be would have TO spend the night and
Sunday in this embarrassing western
town. That was why Mr. Nettlewick
was rushing matters.
Come with me. sir said Major
Kingman. In his deep voice. that united
the Southern drawl with the rhythmic
twang Of the West: we will go over
them together. Nobody In the bank
knows those notes as l do Some Of
EN- are q little wObbly on their legs, and
some are mavericks without extra many
/ brands on their back, but they'll most
all nay out at the round up"
The two sat down at the presidents
dosk First tho pxaninar uTnt tbrouQh