The light of the September moon
coming thought the window must have awakened him, He hadn’t been
sleeping too well anyhow, not in the two years since the Missus passed
away. Without her nothing seemed to go right and it seemed that all the
air in the world was being used up and there just wasn’t any left for
him. His eye was hurting, didn’t seem to be getting any better, no
matter what remedy Dr. Mahood tried. It watered continually and hurt and
itched something fierce. “Might as well get up, and read or something
until I get sleepy”. he thought.
It was warm on the front porch, the town was quiet, up toward the hill
to the north someone’s milk cow, probably the Steele’s he suspected ,
was mooing for her recently taken away calf.. The warm days wouldn’t
last much longer, already the local high school and the colleges
football teams had had a game or so in town and even one away game, he
attended the home games, always had liked football and the games took
his mind off other things seemed like.
This depression was a real worry, things hadn’t been the same at the
bank for about four years now. Lots of folks were between a rock and
hard place, jobs were scarce, money was the tightest he’d ever known it
to be.. He hated to turn town someone when they really needed a loan to
get over a hard spell, turning old J. T. down was especially hard. They
had been friends and lodge brothers for how many years?
But doggone it the stockholders were making noises about the poor
performance of the bank and he just could not let his judgment be
Maybe a glass of milk would help, and then he remembered that the Smiths
had to sell their cow and no one had been contacted to bring him any
milk, have to talk to Tom Simmons tomorrow he thought.
He sat at the kitchen table and wrote, “Cannot stand it any longer, Do
not grieve over my death. You will find my body in the Markley swimming
Dressing he silently left the house, walking along the deserted streets
the thought of more pleasant days flooded his mind, his marriage, the
children, the church he loved so well, the dear friends who soon would
be carrying him from that very church .
Down the incline of the bank to the river, and then further and further
out into the dark, welcoming waters.
“I’ve found him“, the voice of “Brick’ Lobban yelled, “you boys get a
hold of him“, Hubert Simmons and “Pike Fletcher helped pull the now cold
body from the beautiful Greenbrier River. A event that would haunt then
for many years..
The death of Mr. Massey caused a run on the Alderson National Bank and
was the final straw that caused it’s collapse.