Indianapolis Times, Volume 34, Number 68, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 July 1921 — Page 4

Jttifcma Jlaiig SFttnes INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. Daily Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Street. Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351 MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. j Chicago. Detroit, St. Louis, G. Logan Payne Cos. Advertising offices J New York. Boston. Payne. Burns & Smith, luo AND is more than a pint of booze is worth, even at the source! NORTHCLIFFE appears to belong to that school of journalism that teaches the use of short words. WONDER how Will Hays discovered there was so much money hidden in the stockings of thrifty people? EIGHT-CENT fare was also tried in Des Moines but the results ao not appear to have been encouraging. GEORGES CLEMENCEAU admits he won the war. And we thought all the time that the soldiers and sailors had something to <K' with it. WE CAN HARDLY believe that Governor McCray can reflect on the troubles of his predecessor and seriously consider a special legislative session! Eight-Cent Fare That large, and apparently growing, part of Indiansfpolis that operates or nses jitney busses and from whose ranks emanate most of the unfriendly feeling existing toward the street car company is not, of course, interested right now in the petition for 8-eent fare. The weather is agreeable, the price of gas is low and there is an over stocked market for discarded autos that may be made to run over the pavements the street car company laid. In these jitney busses a largo part of our population may ride to and from work in the savage glee that comes from a belief that by so doing they are escaping high street car fares and “showing the car company where to head.” Perhaps among these jitney bus patrons there are a few who will wonder just how they are going to get to work and to dinner next winter when bad weather interferes with the busses and {he worn out junkheaps will no longer run. But these foresighted individuals will not constitute the majority, nor a very noisy minority. They do not belong to the happy class who will rejoice over saving 3 cents today even though they know the saving will cost them more later on. The burd|p, of 8-cent fares, which must follow the continuation of present traffic conditions in Indianapolis, will not fall, at this time, on rrl.cr the west or the southside residents who prefer the jitneys to the street cars at any price- It will be paid by those citizens who are unfortunate enough to live on car lines the paving of which has not been done recently by the street car company. For the Jitneys only operate where the car company has made the going smooth for them and where jitneys are not operated the street cars are the poor man’s only solace. Nothing is more apparent than that the competition maintained by unregulated jitney busses is unjust and unfair. Nothing is more apparent than that this competition, confined to a certain area and not iikeir 1 i be extended, is placing the burden of street car service unequally on a limited part of Indianapolis. We ought either to have street car service all over Indianapolis or jitney bus service all over Indianapolis. There might be some difference of opinion a3 to which is the greater evil but there is no real excuse for tolerating both.

Zhelbyville’s Money Heretofore the # town of Shelbyv'U-s. Ind . twenty eight miles southeast of Indianapolis on the Michigan road, had a little blue sky law of its own, much to the edification of its citizens and the promotion of the peace and dignity of the State of Indiana. For a year and a half Shelbyvilie has enjoyed such an ordinance and during that time two salesmen appeared and received permits to remain in town and wear no tar nor feathers. The press accounts says that bankers favor the ordinance which has saved the residents many thousands of dollars. Now the State spoils all the order and decorum of the town, to say nothing of fortunes which will soon be given away. Attorney General Lesh. who is a very clear thinker, says that the legislature established a blue sky commission in Indianapolis, for thff entire State, and that a city cannot by ordinance cover matters which the Legislature made State affairs. In other words, the commission, in Indianapolis, will do all the protecting necessary, not otriy for Shelbyvilie folk, but for the entire State. Perhaps it is a shame that a village cannot legislate to rid itself of stock salesmen, like it might of Canadian thistles and seventeen-year locusts, but of course the laws must be obeyed in spirit as well as letter. The ordinance telling who could go to Shelbyvilie and transact business saved citizens by keeping seekers for money and investments away. Probably the Shelbyvilie blue sky license Issuer could tell a good investment better than his neighbors and maybe beat the whole State securities commission, but with the bars down, the money may all be taken sway from worthy investors there—unless, of course, they exercise some judgment of their own. Poet's Pensions The awarding of a civil pension to W. H. Davis, by the British government, In the sum of fifty pounds a year, in recognition of his work as a poet, emphasizes the fact that all sentiment is not yet dead nor did the war make the world wholly utilitarian. Davis, a cripple, tramped through parts of tha_ United States years ago. Like Byron, he awoke one morning to find himself famous. The government gave him one grant but afterwards be was obliged to publish his own works, as no publisher would undertake the task. The poems are said to compare favorably with the minor writers of English ven*e Lovers of literature rejoice that while England is reputed to be the greatest commercial nation of the world, at least some regard Is shown to people of gepius who live by letters. Some of the sweetest sentiments of the language were expressed by indigent versifiers who looked to the government for their stipend on which to live. The position of Foet Lawreate is an ancient one. It is seldom that a devotee to literature or learning is a good business man. They do not seem te mix. In the life of Indiana citizens there arose a great writer, James Whitcomb Riley, whose ability w as unquestioned but who was very dependent upon his publisher. The gentle sayings which have touched the world s heart could not have found utterance had a multitude of business cares been intervening. Perhaps the Golden Age of Poetry has departed. The world is eeeking to be desperately practical, today, but that does not mean that there shall be no more poets nor that all the good poetry is written. Poetry deals in love, passion, beauty and all that is ideal, or expresses, often In dialect, the ideal. This is as old as the human family and will ever continue. It is well that one English speaking government will recognize the poet. America has sent many men of letters to European courts, as representatives, but genius has died, unrecognized, at home. Blythe's Secret History Samuel G. Blythe has written a very entertaining political serial, the first instalment of which appeared in the Saturday EveAing Post last week. Mr. Blythe paints a vivid word picture of the wrath of a man who was double-crossed by the secret owner of a newspaper. In his own inimicable style he portrays a cemetery scene, in which he blends political hypocrisy with truth to describe the discomfiture of a political leader, who trusted a friend, not wisely, but too well. The story is worth the reading by any Indiana voter and it cannot be said to be far from truth in any particular. However, Mr. Blythe is open to criticism In writing it. It might be said of him that he is delving too deeply into the past and best forgotten history of a certain Indianapolis institution. It might also be asserted tjiat he has not been wholly accurate in regard to certain details. For we are reliably informed by none other than Charles A. Bookwaiter himself that it was ten. instead of fifteen dollars' worth of flowers that he purchased when he broached his ambitions and fifteen, instead of twenty, dollars’ worth when he received a disavowal ,1 any control over the institution his friend controlled. With these minor corrections the description of the Incident by Mr. Blythe might well be accorded a place archives of the Indiana wistoriral Society. tv

Friends in San Rosario

By O. HENRY

mall when he noticed the stranger standing a< his window-. "Brnk doesn't .open til nine," he remark -d, curtly, but without feeling* He had hud to make that statement so often to early birds since San liosario adopted city banking hours. "I am well aware of that,” said the other man, in cool, brittle tones. “Will j-ou kindly receive my card?” The cashier drew the small, spotless parallelogram inside the bars of his wicket, and read .1. 1 < NETTLEWICK National Bank Examiner. ”Oh--er—will you walk arouud inside, Mr.-j*r Nettlewick. Your first visit aldn r t know your business, of course. Walk right around, please." The examiner was quickly inside the sacred precincts of the bank, where he was ponderously introduced to each em ploye in turn by Mr. Eld linger, the cashier—a middle-aged gentleman of deliberation, discretion and method. “I was kind of expecting Sam Turner ronnd again, pretty soon," said Mr. Edlinger. -‘Sam s been examining lie now, for about four years. I guess you’ll find us all right, though, considering the tightness in business Not overly touch money on hand, but able to stand tßc storms, sir, stand the storms. "Mr. Turner and I have been < rdered by the comptroller to exchange districts,” said the examiner. In his decisive, tormal tones. “He is covering my- old territory in southern Illinois and Indiana, t will take the cash first, please." T, e*ry Dorsey, the teller, was already art aging his cash on the counter for tie examiner's inspection, lie knew It was right to a cent, and he had nothing to fear, but he was nervous and flustered. So was every man tu tne hank. There was something so ley and swift, so impersonal and uncompromising about this man that Ids very presence scouted an accusation. He looked to be a man who would never make nor overlook an error. Mr. Nettlewick first seized the currency and with a rapid, almost Juggling motion, counted It by packages. Then he spun the sponge cup toward him and verified the count by bills. His thin, white fingers flew like some expert musician s upon the key sos a piano. He dumped the gold upon ,'he counter with a crash, and the coins whined and sang as they skimmed across the marble slab from the tips of his nimble digits. The air was full of fractional currency when he came to the halves and quarters. lie counted the last nickel and uuue. He had the scales brought, and ne weighed eery rack of silver in the 'suit. He hues tinned Dorsey concerning each of na cash memoranda —certain checks, .barge slips, etc., carried over from the previ us days work wi.h unimpeachable courtesy. yet with something so mysteriously momentous In Ids frigid manner, that

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the teller was reduced to ping checks ami a stammering longue. This newly imported examiner was so diffetrnt from Sum Turner, it had been Saiu's way to enter the bank with a shoul. pass the cigars, and tell the latest stories he had picked up on his rounds. Ills customary greeting to Dorsey had been, 'Hello Perry'. Haven't skipped out with the noodle yet, 1 see." Turner's way of counting the cash bad been different, too. He would Huger the puckages of bills in a tired kind of way, and then go into the vault and kick over a 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 set before him. “I'm not In the agricultural department." Hut, then. Turner was a Texan, an old friend of the bank's president, and had known Dorsey since be was a baby. While the examiner was counting Hie cash. Maj. Thomas B. Kingman -known to every one as "Major Tom" the president of the First National, drove up to the side door with his old dun horse and buggy, and. going into the Rule "nony corral.” as he called it, In which Ills desk was railed off, he began to look over his letters. Earlier, a little incident had occurred (hat even the sharp eyes of th • examiner had failed to notice. When he had begun his' work at the cash counter. Mr. Edllnger had winked significantly at liny Wilson, the youthful bank messenger, and nodded his head slightly toward the front door Koy understood, got his hat anil walked leisurely out, with his collector's book under his arm. Once outside, he made a hee line for the Stockmen’s National. That bank was also get Hug ready to open No customers had as ypf presented themselves "Saw you people!" cried Hoy. with the familiarity of youth and long acquaintance. -you want to get a move on you. There's anew bank examiner over at the First and he's a stem winder He’s counting nickels on I’erry, and he's got the whole outfit bluffed Mr. Edllnger gave me the tip to let vot. know.” Mr. Buckley, president of the Stockmen’s National--a stout, elderly tnan, looking like a farmer dressed f r Sandy—heard Roy from his private olfleo at the rear and called him "Has Major Kingman came down to the bank yet?" he asked of the boy. "Yes. sir, he was Just driving up ns I left,” said Roy. "I want you to take him a note. Tut It into his own hands as soon as you get back." Mr 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. info his vest pocket. He leaned back in his chair for a few moments as If ht were meditating deeply, and then ros • and went Info the v intt. He came out with the bulky, ill-fashioner leather note case stamped on the back In gilt letters. "Bills Discounted." In this w rthe notes due the bank with their at tached securities, and tile Major, it. his rough way, dumped the lot upon his desk and began to sort them over. By this time Nettlewbk had finished his count of the cash His pencil fluttered like a swallow over the *het of paper on which h° had set hi* figures Tie op M nd his black wallet which seemed to be also a kind of secret memorandum book, made a few rapid figures in U, wheeted and transfixed Porsev with the glare of his spectacles That look seemed to say. “You're safe this time, but "

“Fash all correct." snapped the examiner Be made a dash for the in dividual bookkeeper and. for a few minutes there wa a fluttering of ledger leaves and a sailing of .balance sheets through the air “How often do yon balance vour pass books?" he demanded, suddenly “Er—once a month." faltered the In dtvtdual bookkeeper, wondering how many years thev would give him “Ail right." said the examiner turn Ing and charging upon the general book keeper, who had the statements of his foreign Pinks and their reconcilement memoranda ready Everything there was found to j>e all right. Then the stub book of the certificates of deposit Fut t„r flutter -*l| -check! All right. I.lst of over drafts. please plots*. Thanks ll'm m. Unsigned idll* of the bank, next All right. Then cam" the cashier's turn, and easv going Mr Edllnger rubbed his nose and polished his glasses nervously under the quick fire of questions concerning the circulation undivided profits, bank real estate, and stock ownership. Presently Nettlewick was aware of a t>lg man towering above htm at his el bow—a man sixty years of age. ruggd and hale with a rough, grlzsled beard, a mass of gray hair, and a pair of pene fratin? blue eyes that confronted Hip formidable glasses of the examiner with, out a flicker "Er—Major Kinrrman. our president—er Mr. Nettlewick " said the cmhtcr Two men of very different types shook hands One was :i finished product of the -vorl 1 of straight lines, conventional methods and formal affairs Th o'her wa * s .niethlng freer w ider and nearer to nature Tom Kingman had not been cut to any oattern Tie' had been mule driver, cowboy, ranger, soldier, sheriff, prospector and c.nttlemnn Now. when he was bank president, his old comrades from the prairie*, of the kadd'e, tent, and trull found no change in him He had made his fortune when Texas cattle wore at the high tide of yalue. and had organized the First National Bank of San Rosario. In spite of bis largeness of heart and sometimes unwise generosity toward his old friends, the bank had prospered, for Major Tom Kingman knew men as well as he knew cattle. Os late years th“ cattle business had known a depression, and the major's bank was one ~f the few whose losses had not been gl-ei.t "And now." said the examiner, briskly, pul’ing out tils watch, "the last thing is the loans Vo will tike them up now. if you please '• He had gone through the First National at. almost record breaking speed but thoroughly as he did ererything. The running order of the bank was smooth and clean, and that had facilitated his work There was but one other bank in the town II" received from the government a fee of Sys for each bank that he ex smined. He should be able to go over these loans and discounts in half an hour. If so. he could examine the other bank. Immediately afterward, and catch the 11 :4d the only other train that day in the direction he was working. Otherwise, h" would ham to spend the night and Sunday In this uninteresting western town. That was why Mr. Nettlewick was rushing matters "Come with me. sir." said Major Kingman, in his deep mice 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 I do. Some of 'em are a little wobbly on their legs, and some are mavericks without extra many bramis on their hack, but they'll most all pay out at the round-up." The two sat down at the president's desk First, the examiner went through the notes at tightulng speed, and added

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up their total, finding it to agree with the amount of loans carried on the book of daily balances. Next, he took up the larger loans. Inquiring scrupulously iuto the condition of their endorsers or securi ties. The new examiner's mind seemed to course and turn and make unexpected dashes hither and thither like a bloodhound seeking a trail Finally be pushed a-ile all the notes except a few. which he in a neat pile before hltn, and began a drj, formal little speech. "1 find sir. the condition of your hunk to be very good, considering the poor crops and the depression In the cattle interests of your State. The clerical work seems to be done accurately and punctually. Your past due paper (a moderiue In amount, and promise* only a small loss. I would rwotnmend the calling In of your large loans, and the making of only sixty and ninety day or call loans until general business revives. And now, there is on* thing more, and I wiil have finished with the bank Here ar six nores aggregating something like $40,000 They are secured, according to their far,-*. by various stocks, bonds, shares, etc , to the value of $70,000. Those securities are missing from the notes to which tfioy should be attached I suppose you ‘ha/e them in the safe or vault. You will permit me to examine them." Major Tom s light blue eyes turned unflinchingly toward the examiner. "No. sir," he said. In a low but steady tone, "those securities are neither In the safe nor the vault. 1 hive t9ken them You may hold me personally responsible for their absence.” Nettlewick felt a slight thrill. He had not expected this He had struck a momentous trail when the hunt was drawing to a close. "Ah I" raid the examiner. He waited a moment and then continued: "May I ask you to explain more definitely ?” "The securities were taken by me.'-' repealed the Major "If was not for my own use, tut to save an oid friend in trouble Coma In here, sir, and we’ll talk It over. ' He led the examiner Into the bank's private office at She rear and closed the door. There was s d*k and a table and half a dozen leather covered chairs On the wall was the mounted head of a Texas steer ’with horns five feet from tip to tip. Oppoklt* hung the Major s old cavalry saber that he had carried at Shiloh and Ft riiiow Placing a clinir for Nettlewick, the major staled himself by the window, from which ho could sec the post office and the carved limestone front of tha Stockman's National. He did not speak at once, and Nettlewick felt, perhaps, that the Ice should be broken by something so tiear Its own temperature as the volet? of official warning, "Your statement." he began, "since yon have failed to modify it. amount*, as you must know, to a very serious thing. Ton arc aware, also of what rnv duty must compel me to do I shall have to go before tbt? United States commissioner and make" "i know. I know." sa'd Malor Torn, with a wave of Irs hand "You don't suppose I'd run a bank without being posted on national banking laws and tne revi-ed statutes i I>o ' our duty. I'm not asking any favors. But. I spoke of my friend I did want you h> bear tu” toil you about Bob."

Do You Know Indianapolis?

This picture was taken tn your home city. Are you familiar enough with it to locate the scene? Yesterday’s picture was taken north in Highland avenue from North street, looking towards one of the street car barns.

Right Here in Indiana

—Hohenbbrger photograph lent by State Library. Entrance to Wyandct Cave, Harrison County.

Nettlewick settled himself in Ills chair. There would to no leaving San Rosario for him that day. He would have to telegrap to the comptroller of the currency; he would have to swear out a warrant I ef.ire the United States commissioner for the arrest of Major Kingman; perhaps he would be ordered to dose the bank on account of the loss of the securities. It was not the first crime the examiner bad unearthed. Onee or twice the ter rible upheaval of human emotions that til* investigations had loose 1 hud al most caused a ripple in his official calm. He had seen bank men kneel and plead and cry like women for a chance an hour's time the overlooking of a single error. One cashier had shot hfmself at hl desk before him None of them had taken it with the dignity and coolness of 'ibis s'"rn aid AVosterner Nettlewick felt I that lie owed It to him at least to listen If he wished to talk. With hts elbow on thp’arm of his ehalr, and his sqtiarq I chin resting upon the fingers of liig right t band, the bank examiner waited to bear ; the confession of the president of the | Firsts National Bank of San Rosario. AY'hen a mans your friend." began Major Tom. somewhat didactically, for forty years, and tried by water, fire, earth. and cyclones, when von an do him a little favor you feel like doing It." • "Embezzle for him $70,000 worth of securities.'' thought the examiner.) "We were cowboys together. Bob and 1 TANARUS,” continued the Major, speaking slowly, and deliberately, and mnslngly. a* If his thoughts wer" rather with the past than the critical present, "and we prospected together for gold and silver over Arizona. New Mexico, and a good part of California We were both in the war ,of ’<ll. but In different commands. We've fought Indians and hore thieves side by side; we've starved for weeks In a oubln in the Arizona mountains, burled twenty feet deep in snow; were ridden herd together when the wind blew so hard the lightning couldn't strike well. Bob and I have been throng : some rough spells since the first time we met in the branding camp of the old Anchor Bar ranch. And during that time we’ve found it necessary more than once to help each other out of tight places. In those days it was expected of a man to stick to his friend, and he didn't ask any credit for It. Probably next day you’d need him to get at your back and help stand off a band if Apaches, or put a tourniquet on your l"g above a rattlesnake bite and ride for whisky. So. after all. it was give and take, anil if you didn't stand square with your pardnr, why. you might be shy one "hen you | needed him. But Bob was a man who : was willing to go further than that. He ; never played a limit. "Twenty years ago 1 was sheriff of this county. and I made Bob my chief I deputy. That was before the boom in ! cattle when wo both made our stake, t ; was sheriff and collector, and It was a j big thing for me then. 1 was married, end we bad a boy and a girl a 4 and a 'fi vear-old. There was a comfortable j house next to the courthouse, furnished ; by the county rent free, and I was saving some money. Bob did most of the J office work. Both of us had seen rough times and plent yof rustling and danger ands tell you It was great to hear the vain and the sleet dashing against the windows of nights, and be warm and safe and comfortable, and know you could get 1 up in tbe morning and be shaved and

have folks call you ‘mister.’ And then. I had the finest wife and kids that ever struck the range, and my old friend with me enjoying the first fruits of prosperity and white shirts, and I guess 1 was happy. Yes, 1 was happy about that time." The Major sighed and glanced casually out of the window. Tbe bank examiner changed his position and leaned his chin upon his ot'her hand. , "One winter." continued the Major, "the money for the county taxes came pouring in so fast that I didn't have time to take the stuff to the bank for a week. T just shoved the checks into a cigar box and the money into a sack, and locked them in the big safe that belonged In the sheriff s office. "I had been overworked that week, and was about sick, anyway My nerves were out of order, and my sleep at night didn't seem to rest me The doctor had some scieuxlfie name for it. and 1 was talcing medicine And so, added to the rest. I went to bed at night with that money on my mind. Not that there was much need of being worried, for the safe was a good one, : nd nob >dy*but F.ob and T knew- the combination On Friday night there was about $<1,500 in cash in the bag. <'n Saturday morning I went to the office as usual. The safe was locked, and Bob was writing at ills desk. I opened tlp> safe, and the money was gone. 1 called Bob. and roused every body In the courthouse to announce the robbery It struck me that Bob took it pretty quiet, considering how much it reflected upon both him and me. '-•Two days went by and we never got a clew. It couldn't have been burglars, for the safe had been opened by the combination In the proper way. People must have begun to talk, for one afternoon in comes Alice- that's my wife and the boy and girl, and Alice stamps her foot, and tier eyes Hash, and she cries out. The lying wretches-Tom. Tom" and I catch b r in a faint, atid bring her round lit tie by little, and she lays her heal down and cries and cries for the first time since she took Tom Kingman's name and fortunes. And .Tack and Zllla—the Youngsters—they were always wild as tiger cubs to rush at Bob and climb ail over him whenever they were allowed to come to the courthouse —they stood and kti-kwl their little shoes, and herded together like scared partridges. They were having their first trip down into the shadows of life. Bob was working at his desk, aud he got up and went out without a word. Th grand Jury was in session then, and the next morning Bob wont before them and confessed that he stole the money He said he lost it tn a poker game. In fifteen minutes thev had found a true bill and sent me the warrant to arrest the man with whom I'd been closer than a thousand brothers for many a year. "1 did it, and then T said to Bob, pointing: 'There's my house, and here's ray office, and up there's Maine, and out that wav is California, and over there is Florida— and that's your range til court meets. You're in my charge, and I take the responsibility. You ue hero when you're wanted.' " Thanks. Tom,’ he said, kind of carelessly ; ’1 was sort of hoping ton

wouldn't lock me up. Court meets next Monday, so. If ypsi don't object. 11l just loaf aroumi the office until then. I've got one favor to ask. if 1t isn't too much if you’d let the kids come out in tbo yard once in a while and have a romp Id like it.’ "'Why not?’ I answered him ‘They're welcome, aud so are you. And come to mv honse the same as ever.' Y'ou, see, Mr. Nettlewick. you can't make a friend of a thief, x-but neither can you make a thief of a friend, all at once." I The examiner made no nnswer. At that moment was heard the shrill whistle of a locomotive pulling Into tbe depot. That was the train on the little, narrowgauge road that struck Into San Rosario from tho South Tbe Major cocked his ear and listened for a moment, and looked at his watch. Tbe narrowgauge was in on time—lo:3s. The Major continued : •‘So Bob hung arouud the office, read lng the papers and smoking. I put another deputy to work in his place, and. after a while, the first excitement of the case wore off "One day when w* were alone In the office Bob came over to where T was sitting. He was looking sort of grim and blue—the same look he used to get when he'd been up watching for Indians all night or herd riding “ 'Torn.' says he, ’it's harder than standing off redskins; It's harder than lying in the lava desert forty mile* from water: but I'm going to stick it out to the end. Y'ou know that's been my style. Rut if you'd tip me the smallest kind of a sign— ts you'd just say, "Bob. I understand." why. it would make it lots easier.’ “1 was surprised. ‘T don't know what you mean, Bob.' T said. ‘Of course, you know that I’d do anything under the 1 sun to help you that I could. But you've got me guessing.' “ 'All right. Tom,' was ail he said, and he wnnt back to his newspaper and lit another cigar. "It was the night before court met when I found out what he meant I went to bed that night with the same old. 1 light-headed nervous feeling come back

upon me. X dropped off to sleep about midnight. When I awoke I was standing half dressed In one of the courthouse cor* ridors. Bob was holding one of my arm*, our family doctor the other, and Alice was ahaking me and half crying. She had sent for the doctor without my knowing it, and when he came they haa found me out of bed and missing, and had begun a search. “ 'Sleep-walking,' said the doctor. "AH of us went back to the house, and the doctor told us some remarkable stories about the strange things people had done while In that condition. I was feeling rather chilly after my trip out, and, as my wife was out of the room at that time, I pulled open the door of an old wardrobe that stood In tbe room and dragged out a big quilt I had seen in there. With It tumbled out the bag of money for stealing which Bob was to ba tried--and convicted —in the morning. " 'How the Jumping rattlesnakes did that get there?’ I yelled, and all hands must have seen how surprised I was. Bob knew In a dash. “ 'You darned old snooser,’ ha said, with the old-time look on his face, 'I saw you put It there. I watched yon open tbe safe and take it out. and I followed jou. I looked through the window and saw you hide It in that wardrobe.' " 'Then, yon blankety-blank, flop-esred, sheep-headed coyote, what did you say you took it Cor?’ " 'Because,' said Bob, simply, 1 didn t know you were asleep.’ ‘‘l saw him glance toward the door of the room where Jack and Zllla were, and I knew then what It meant to be a mans friend from Bob's point of viaw.' Major Tom paused, and again directed his glance out of the window. He saw i someone in the Stockmen s National ! Bank reach and draw a yellow shads down th • whole length of its plate-glass, j big front window, although tne position ! of tbe sun did not seem to warrant such a defensive 'movement against lta rays. Nettlewick sat up straight In hi* chair. He had listened patiently, but without consuming iuterest, to the Major's story. It had impressed him as irrelevant to tha ituation, and it could certainly have no effect upon the consequence* Those Western people, he thought, had an exaggerated Hentiraentality. They were not business-like. They needed to ba protected from their friends Evidently the Major had concluded. And what he had said amounted to nothing. “May I ask," said the examiner, "If you have anything further to say tha* bears directly upon the question of those abstracted securities?” “Abstracted securities, sir!” Malor Tom turned suddenly tn his chair, his blue' eyes flashing upon the examiner. “What do you mean, sir?” He drew from his coat pocket a batch of folded papers held together by a rubber band, Ussed them into Nettle* wick's hands, nnd rose to his feet. “Y'ouTl finu those securities there, sir, every stock, bond, and share of ’em. I took' them from the notes while yon were counting the cash Examine and compare them for yourself.” The Major led th eway back into the banking room The examiner, astounded, perplexed, nettled, at sea, followed. He felt that he had been made the victim of something that was not exactly a hoax, but that left him in the shoes of one who had been played upon, used, and then discarded, without even an Inkling of the game. Perhaps, also, hls official position had been irreverently juggled with. But there was nothing he could take hold of An official report of tbe matter would be an absurdity. And. somehow, he felt that he would never know anything more about the matter than he did then. Frigidly, mchani-ally, Nettlewick examined the securities, found them to rally with tbe notes, gathered hts black wallet and rose to depart. T will say.” he protested, turning the Indignant glare of hls glasses upon Major Kingman, "that your statement* — which you have not condescended to explain—do not appear to be quite tbe thing, regarded either as business or humor I do not understand such motives or actions.” Major Tom looked down at him serenely and not unkindly. "Son." he said, there are plenty of things in the chapparal, and on the prairies. and up tbe canons tbat you don't understand. But I want to thank you for listening to a garrulous old man's prosy story. We old Texans love to talk about our adventures and our old comrades, aud the home folk have long ago learned to run when we begin with ‘Once upon a time,' so we have to spin our yarns to the straDger within our gate*." The Major smiled, but the examiner only bowed "oldly, and abrutly quitted the bank. They saw him travel diagonally across tue street in a straight line and enter the Stockmen's National Bank. Major Tom,sat-down at his desk aud drew from hls vest pocket the note Roy had given him He had read it once, lut hutriedly, and now, with something like a twinkle in his eyes, be read It again. These were the words he read: Dear Tom: I hear there's one of Uncle Sam's grayhounds going through you. and that means tbat we'll catch him inside of a couple of hours, maybe. Now, T want you to do something for me. We've got just ?2.2<rd in the bank, and the law requires that wo have $20,000. I let Ross and Fisher have sls.ooo late yesterday afternoon to buv up that Gibson bunch of cattle. They'll realize $40,000 In less than thirty days on the transaction, but • hat won't make my cash on hand look any prctll r to that hank examiner. Now I can't, show him those notes, for they re just plain notes of hand without any security in sigh', but you know very well tbat Pink Ross and .Tim Fisher are two of the finest white men God ever made, and they'll do the square thing. You remember .Tim Fisher—he was the one who shot that faro dealer tn El Paso. 1 wired Sam Bradshaw's bank to send roe $20,000, and it will get in on the narrow-gauge at 10:35. Y'ou can t let a bank examiner In to count $2,200 end close your doors. Tom. you hold tbat examiner. Hold him Hold him If you have to rope him and sit ou bis head. Watch our front window after the narrow gauge gets tn. and when we've got the cash inside we ll pull down the shades for a signal Don’t turn him loose till then. I'm connting on you, Tom. Y'our Old Tard. 808 BUCKLEY. President Stockmen s National The major began to tear the note into small pieces and throw them Into his waste basket He gave a satisfied little chuckle as he did so. “Confounded old reckless eowpuncher!" he growled, contentedly, “that pays him some on account for what ha tried to do for me in the sheriff's office twenty years ago."

‘Revenooers’ Find Platinum in Dolls DETROIT, Mich., July 30.—George BMallon and Herman C. Pragg of Detroit were arrested here on charges of having attempted to smuggle platinum valued at $25,000 into the United States. Twelve bars weighing twenty-two ounces were discovered sewed in dolls, while a shipment of toys from Germany consigned to those men was being examined 1n the office of tho appraiser of customs. It was shipped from Germany to Mallon's father.

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