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Show I THE WAGES OF SIN. So Frank Bigelow, formerly of the First National Na-tional bank of Milwaukee, goes to the penitentiary peniten-tiary for ten years for robbing the bank. For him it is worse than a death sentence. He was the most trusted man in Wisconsin, the president of the greatest bank in the state; a financial authority au-thority for thousands; all he had to do was to attend to business, with a certainty of an income of from $15,000 to $20,000 per annum, and steadily growing influence and fame. And he was not a big man. A half hour's conversation with him made it clear that a most kind fortune must have smiled upon him to cause him to be where he was. But he was not satisfied. He wanted to be a Morgan or Rockefeller, so he stole the funds of the bank, branched out into speculation and lost, and now he goes to the pen. And the world will say it was right and proceed to forget him. Poor devil. |
