The acme magazine . tt left hishome in a buggy more thanan hour ago, and was driv-ing cross country. For a full two minutesevery member of the boardsat perfectly dumb, lookingfrom one to the other inamazement. Then the pres-ident suggested that thevault be examined. A hur-ried search revealed only asmall amount of currency,and a count was beingmade of the bags contain-ing silver dollars when oneof the younger members ofthe board, with an oath,whipped out a pocket knifeand cut open one of thebags. Instead of silver dol-lars iron washers of thesame size and thickness,with a hole in the middle,ro
The acme magazine . tt left hishome in a buggy more thanan hour ago, and was driv-ing cross country. For a full two minutesevery member of the boardsat perfectly dumb, lookingfrom one to the other inamazement. Then the pres-ident suggested that thevault be examined. A hur-ried search revealed only asmall amount of currency,and a count was beingmade of the bags contain-ing silver dollars when oneof the younger members ofthe board, with an oath,whipped out a pocket knifeand cut open one of thebags. Instead of silver dol-lars iron washers of thesame size and thickness,with a hole in the middle,roled upon the table. Cash-ier Bartletts plan to create confidenceand prevent a run on the bank had had converted the banks silver intocurrency, and the currency was missing. Soon the telegraph wires were beingcrowded in an effort to head off The Sheriff was called intoconsultation and authorized. to offer areward of $1,000 for the capture of thefleeing cashier. Meanwhile, Colonel Bevier was not. John Bartlett idle, lie had summoned his printers tothe office, and was searching systemati-cally through boxes and drawers filledwith discarded cuts of all conceivable ob-jects. At last he found what he was the old half-tone portrait of Cash-ier Bartlett used in the boom edition ofthe Cyclone, and for which that gentle-man had refused to pay. Soon the Cy-clones one job press was running fur-iously turning out flaminghandbills announcing $1,-000 reward for the arrestof John Bartlett. Follow-ing his portrait was a per-sonal description writtenby the Colonel and signedby the Sheriff. A half doz-en young men were press-ed into service, addressingenvelopes, and the morningmail was the largest whichhad ever left South and West wascovered with a storm ofwhite hand bills. There were two busyplaces in Steelville thatnight, the bank and the Cy-clone office. At both menworked feverishly far intothe night. When morn-ing came it was knownthat the bank
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