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Show STORMED ft BARK, The Crank and His Pistol Maker Their Appearance at a Paying- Teller's Tel-ler's Window. The Experience of Mr. Hawley With a Desperate Visitor to the Utah National. GREENBACKS OR GORE. The Robber Promptly Bun Down by Marshal Mar-shal Janney and Lauded in the Oity Jail. IDENTIFIED BY HAWLEY, The Prisoner Gives His Name as Charles Randolph All Efforts to Obtain a Confession from Him are Vain History of the Offense. A stray member of the army of cranks who have terrorized the more populous centers cen-ters and forced the barons of finance to the use of steel armor during the last few months, made his ; appearance at the Utah National bank shortly before 11 o'clock this morning and thrusting a scrap of paper through the paying tellers window demanded demand-ed at the muzzle of An Ugly Six-S .ooter 250. Paying Teller Cyrus L. Hawley to whom the rather ceremoneous request was addressed dropped like an aeriolite behind the massive panels of the counter whereupon where-upon the visitor, finding that he had been baffled, retraced his steps and moved leisurely leis-urely down First South. The episode was a thrilling one and in a moment consternation sprea d throughout the confines of the big banking concern. Paying Teller Hawley's Fuce Was as Pale as the face of the dead. The late experinces in Russel Sage's tremendous vaults and their conplete demolition at the hands of the crank, the twenty-one thousand dollar interview in-terview between David Moffat and the dyuainitor both flashed throu ish his brain be- fore he had time to recover his speech. The attaches gathered around him and the piece of paper with which the visitor had announced his mission was found. It was brief but pertinent as pertinent as the point of the Formidable Looking Six-Shoote that emphasized its cheek y demands. Pay me $250 or yon die this minute." That was the legend: It bore no signature while the characters were as well ronuoed, and deliberate as those of a master penman. In the meantime, Jack Taylor, resident representative of the Penn Life Insurance Insu-rance company, was trailing the outwitted out-witted visitor. His attention had been intuitively fastened on tne fellow as fie" moved from the bank. He dogged his well mease -ed and almost lazy steps down First West South until he sighted the Statuesque Form of Marshal Kd. Janney, just issuing with a clean shave from a barber bar-ber shop. Pointing the tortoise-footed fu- ! gitive out to the marshal, Jack, at the suggestion sug-gestion of the former, who had measured up his customer as a desperate one, fell back to the rear to await developments. The marshal mar-shal himself concluded that it would hurt nothing to move cautiously in the arrest ol a crank who had been desperate enough to undertake to hold up a bank in the Broad Light of Bay-followed Bay-followed along at about his victim's stride. Turning the corner at West Temple and pointing to Second South, it suddenly occurred oc-curred to the bauk robber that his trail was being haunted. Wheeling suddenly he leveled lev-eled his flashing eyes on the marshal, but evidently failed to identify him in his citizen citi-zen clothes. Then quickening his steps the fugitive pushed forward, his hand clutching His Kight Hip Pocket as he again and again turned to measure up his persuer. Finally the robber reached the doors of the postoffiee, pushed through them and, making an aimless tour of the corridor, was about to emerge when Marshal Jauney closed in on him. The robber made a quick appeal ap-peal to his hip but his captor; got there on e-ccursion rate, and in a second was in possession pos-session of both Kobber and Pistol. The fellow made no further attempt at resistance re-sistance but having been entraped determined deter-mined to pursue a more modest course . As is characteristic of this class of criminals crimi-nals the robber began to answer to the questions, ques-tions, cn route, with that dizzy, filmy, spectre-like lisp that distinguishes some lunatics. He was Adroit enough however to say nothing that would commit him to any charge and neither admitted ad-mitted or denied by word or act that he had exposed himself to the clutches of the law. At police station where the marshal aud his prisoner had now landed another effort was made to spring a leak in the fellow but it was vain Paying Teller Hawley was telephoned for and arriving identified the prisoner as the public spirited citizen who had paid him the visit less than an hour before. He is a Man of Average Hight, with black eyes as hot as coals, dressed gen-t-cllv in a d:trk suit of cachemere and when questioned gave his name as Charles Randolph, Ran-dolph, residing at 3o "K" street. Having failed in all efforts to get some confession from the robber he was handed over to turnkey Ralleigh and thrown into a cell. A Times representative made an unsuccessful effort to interview him. He had nothing whatever to say and settling down in sullen silence preferred to await the finger of fate. A reporter went out on "K" street in search of Randolph's Residence, and found that No. 35 given by him was covered by a vacant lot. The grocer who caters to the wants of that locality, was appealed ap-pealed to for the coveted information, but knew of no such man a3 Randolph. He had seen a man with a hebraic countenance who tallied with the description of Randolph but didn't know his name. He described him as a cigarette fiend, however, and introduced in-troduced this as evidence of the fact that he was a crank. In the meantime the officers are turning every stone to determine the identity of the prisoner. |