Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1861-05-25

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The cashier and his son happened to be
the only persons present. Both noticed
her extreme youth, beauty and agitation.
The cashier looked at it closely and hand
ed it back as with polite bow and somo-
/ what prolonged look he said -
cts a good bill, young lady"
"I knew it was" cried Alice, with a
| quivcring lp--rand he dared"
She could 90 no further, but entirely
overcome, she bent her head, and the hot
tears had their way.
81 beg pardon, have you had trouble
with it 7" asked the cashier.
ooh, sir you will please excuse me for
giving way to my fcelings-but you spoke
so kindly, and l felt so sure it was good
And think sir that such men as one of
the clerks in Hunter & Warners should
be removed. And added something that I
am glad my father did not hear. | knew
/ the publisher would not send ME bad mon
ey"
"Who is your father young lady -
asked the cashier becoming interested.
"Mr. Benjamin Locke, sir.'
"Benamin-Ben Locke was he ever
a clerk in the Navy Department, at Wash.
ngton?"
eyes, sir; we removed from there"
replied Alice. "Since thon''-sho hcsita-
ted-"he has not been woll---and- we are
somewhat reduced Oh, why do I tell
you these things sir y
"Ben Locke-reduccd !" murmured the
cashier; "the man who was the making of
| me Give me his number and street my
child. Your father was one of the best,
perhaps the only friend I had. l have not
forgotten him. No. 4 Liberty street, I
will call this evening, Meantime let me
have the bill-let me see Ill give YOU
another. Come to look havnt got a five
here is ten; we'll make it all right"
That evening the inmates of shabby
but genteel house received the cashier Of
the Nj Bank. Mr.. Locke, man
Of grey hair, though numbering about ff,
ty years rose from his arm chair, and
much affected greeted the familiar face -
rhe son of the cashier accompanied him,
and while the eldest talked together Alice
and the young man grew quite chatty.
eyes, sir, have been unfortunate, said
Mr.. Locke in low tone. "I have but lust
recovered, as you sec from rheumatic fc-
yer caused BY undue exertion- and had it
not been for that sweet girl of mine, |
! know not what | should have done. She
by giving lessons in music and French and
by writing for periodicals, has kept me SO
far above want"
"You shall never know want my old
friend, said the cashier. "It was kind
Providence that sent your daughter 10 me.
There's place in the Bank just made va.
cant by the death of valuable clerk and
it is at your disposal. 1t is in my gift and
valued at twelve hundred year"
Pen cannot describe the joy with which
this kind offer was accepted The day OF
deliverance had come
On the following morning the cashier
entered the handsome store of Hunter g.
Warner, and asked lor the head clerk.
"Sir, said the cashier, stornly, "is that a
bad note 2"
ell think not, SIR" said the clerk
stammering.
The cashier went to the door, From
his carriage stepped a young girl in CON-
pany with his daughter.
"Did you not tell this young lady, my
ward that this noto was counterfeit? -
And furthermore did you not so far forget
your self respect, and the interest of your
employers as to offer her an insult ?"
The man stood confounded--he dared
not deny-ho could say nothing for him.
self
"If your employers keep you sir, they
will no longer have my custom" said the
cashier, sternly. "You deserve to be
horsewhippcd, sir"
The firm parted from their unworthy
clerk that very day, and he left the store
disgraced but rightly punished.
Alice Locke became the daughter of the
good cashier. All of which grew out Of
calling genuine bill counterfeit.