SARGENT ENLISTED.
The time was approaching for Senator Hamblin to take his seat in the
State Senate. After his interview with Mannis his conduct toward his
daughter and George Alden underwent a change.
Gradually assuming a loving deportment toward the former, he paid much
attention to her personal comforts; in fact, began to act more like his
former self. His cold formality seemed to thaw, and Belle was happier,
while her mother entered a new era of existence as the husband's old
manner returned. The change not only took place in his own household,
but his demeanor toward the cashier was greatly altered for the
pleasanter.
Late one afternoon the president, calling the teller into his private
office, said:
"Sargent, I shall be here this evening doing private work. I want to
see you about half past seven o'clock. Come in here as if on your own
business, and if I am not alone go out and return soon afterward. Say
nothing about this, but come on time. You can go now."
The latter withdrew, but was shrewd enough to comprehend that he was
wanted on something important. The bank closed at the usual hour, and
all left for home except the Senator, who arose and nervously walked
the floor for a few moments, drops of perspiration standing on his brow.
"Great heavens! what am I about to do? This troubled conscience is
horrible. But shall I go to pieces financially? No! I must not give way
to this weakness. What would the world say were I to become bankrupt?"
He resumed his seat by the table, began looking over his papers, and for
an hour spoke no word, only an occasional sigh escaping him. At length
he said:
"What a villain I am! Yet, isn't it better to save myself and my
reputation than allow this opportunity to pass? Mannis and his fortune
can save me: it is no time to turn back."
Putting on overcoat and hat he left the bank, and on entering his
home met Belle, who gave him a kiss. To his conscience this token of
affection was like molten lead, and leaving her he went directly to his
own room, saying:
"My God! how can I strike this blow at her heart?"
At the tea-table he appeared uneasy and ate little, and being questioned
by his wife and daughter only said:
"I have a slight headache--that is all; it will soon pass off."
Shortly afterward Belle came near him, and said:
"Papa, won't you stay home this evening? I will bathe your head, and
perhaps it will relieve the pain."
"No, my daughter, I have very important business at the office this
evening."
"Let business go for once; be my patient, and I will be your gentle and
loving nurse."
Little did the kind-hearted girl know that she was plunging daggers into
her father's heart, and that every word of endearment pierced him to the
very soul.
Abruptly leaving the house, he went directly to his office, when he was
joined by Sargent. The latter was dressed with scrupulous care, for he
was a great dandy, and spent most of his salary for clothing. Senator
Hamblin beckoned him to approach and be seated, and hesitating before
commencing his business, fumbled over his papers a few moments, and then
said:
"Sargent, a few weeks ago you offered to do me a service. Can I enlist
you in a cause that interests me deeply, if it will also be of great
advantage to you?"
"Yes, sir; you can ask me nothing that I would refuse to do."
"That is well spoken. But first, I wish you to swear you will not betray
my confidence."
"I swear that, whatever you ask of me, no living person shall ever learn
its nature."
"To begin with, you know I do not like Alden."
"Yes, sir; I found that out the first day I entered the bank."
"I have reason to know that Alden does not like you, Sargent."
"I am also aware of that."
"You are a shrewd fellow."
"Not very, sir, but any one can see Alden has no confidence in me. A day
never passes without his showing it."
"How would you like his place, Sargent?"
"It would be the happiest day of my life when I could displace the
fellow by stepping into his shoes."
"Would you be willing to take any chances to accomplish that very thing?"
"Yes, sir, I would do anything--except resort to bloodshed--to become
cashier."
"I have a reason for wishing to get rid of him."
"Yes, sir, I think I know why."
"Ah, you do? Why is it?"
"You do not want him for a son-in-law."
"That's it, exactly. Now how can we get rid of him? Have you any ideas
on the subject?"
"I have not thought of it, but will carry out any plan you may suggest.
Don't be afraid to trust me, for I hate the fellow even worse than you
do. He has lorded it over me the past few weeks, and I would like to see
him disgraced."
"Well, have you any idea you could arrange a trap for him to fall into?"
"Yes, yes; a job could be put up that would send him to prison and,
blast him! I would be glad to boss it."
The words were spoken with force, direct from the heart of the teller,
so the Senator at once saw his way clear.
"What can you do and when can you do it?" he asked.
"With your assistance and co-operation I can fix a job making him a
defaulter," replied Sargent.
"Go to work at once. Keep me informed of your movements. Be discreet,
and report your plans to me here to-morrow evening. Your reward for the
faithful performance of the work shall be the cashiership."
The two separated, and as Sargent passed out he smiled, and said to
himself:
"I will crush the fellow, and glory in his downfall. I wonder, though,
if some day the Senator won't put somebody up to crushing me in the same
way?"