Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-03-20
MISCELLANEOUS.
what Came OF Calling Il Genuine
EiEl Count erEezt

and the street Of a city which shall be name
| less.
1t was a cloudy day The clerks lounged
| over the counters, read papers and yawned.
/ The man to whom Alice Locke addressed
herself, was iaunty and middle aged. lie
| vas head clerk of the extensive establishment
! of Hunter & Warner. aod extremely consc-
/ quential in his manner.
This dressing gown-we value it a. six
! you shall have 1t Ter ave, as trade Is dull TO
| day
Five dollars Alice looked at the dressing
| gown longingly, and the clerk looked at her.
! He saw that her clothes, though made and
worn genteely, were common enough in tex
ture, and that her face was very much Of the
common line. How it changed now sha-
ded, now lighted by the varied play of her
emotions. The clerk could almost have
sworn that she had no more than that SUN,
FIVE dollars. in her purse or pocket.
The gown was 4 very good one for the
price. 1t was of common shade, t0lcra5ls
merno, and lined with the same material.
L think'-she hesitated a moment
think I'll take it, she said Chen seeing in
the face before her an expression which she
did not ike, she blushed as she handed out
the bill the clerk had made up his mind 70
take
'Jennis,' cried Torrent, the head clerk, in
quick, pompous tone, pass up the bank
detector
Up ran tow headed boy with the detec-
tor, and up and down ran the clerks eyes
from column to column. Then he looked
over with 4 sharp glance and exclaimed
That's counterfeit bill, Miss
Oh how pale the sweet face grew!
Counterfeit Oh, not cannot be =
The man who sent it could not have been SO
careless; you must be mistaken, sir
I'm not mistaken /: I'm never mistaken
Miss. The bill is counterfeit. | must, pre-
sumo of course. that you did not know it,
although so much bad money has been offer
ed Us Of late, that we intend to secure such
persons as pass It, Who did you say sent
it?
Mr.. C, sir. of New York He could
not send NE bad money said the trembling,
frightened girl
7Humph,' said the clerk. Well, there's
20 doubt about this you can look for your
self Now don't let me see you here again
until you can bring good money, for We al
Ways suspect such persons Us you, that come
on dark days with we'll made story
But sir
You need make no explanations, Miss
said the man, iusultiugly. Take your bill,
and the next time you want to buy a dres-
sing gown, don't intend to pass counterfeit
money and, as he handed it, the bill fei!
from his hands.
Alice caught it from the floor and hurried
into the street.
Such sLock the girl had never received
In all her life before. 1t was the first Insult
she had ever known, and it burned her cheek [
and panied her heart
StraigEtway, indignant and grieved, she I
hurried to banking establishment, found |.
her way in. and presented the note to a noble /
looking man with grey hair, falteriug out |
is this bill bad one, sir ? |
The cashier and his son happened to be the |
only persons present. Both noticed her ex-
treme youth, beauty, and agitation. The
cashier looked at it closely and handed it
back, as with polite bow, and somewhat
look he said
Pts good bill young lady
L knew ii was cried Alice, with quiy-
sring lip-'and he dared
She could go no further, but entirely over
come, she bent her head, and the hot tears
had their way
I beg pardon, have you had trouble with
it O.? asked the cashier.
oh, sir, you Will please excuse me for Civ
ng way to my feelings-buu you spoke 50
Kindly, and felt SC sure it was good And
[ think, sir, sucn men as one OF those clerks
in HuutIeY & Warmers should DO removed.
He told me that it was counterfeit, and added
that am glad my father did not
hear. knew the publisher would not send
NE bad none
'Who is your father, young lady 2 asked
the cashier, becoming interested.
Mr. Benjamin Locke, sir
sBeniamin-Ben Locke-was he ever a
clerk in the Navy Department, at Washing
.on p
Yes sir we removed from there replied
Alice. Since then'-she hesitated-'he has
lot been well-and-we are somewhat redu-
,ed. Oh, why DO tell these things, sir :?
Ben Locke-reduced murmured the
cashier the man who was the making of me
Give me his number and street, my child.
our father was one 5f the best, perhaps the
,nly friend l had. have not forgotten him.
No. 4, Liberty street l will cali this even
ng, Meantime let me have the bill--let me
zee, III give you another. Come to look, L
iavn't got FIVE, here is q ten, we'll make 1t
III right
That evening the inmates of shabby, gen
eel house, received the cashier of the NJ
Bank Mr. Locke, man of grey hair, tho
numbering but fifty years. rose from his arm
,ham, and much effected, greeted the famll,
ar face The son of the cashier accompanied
aim, and while the eldest talked together, Al
cs and the young man grew quite chatty.
Yes, sir, have been unfortunate said
Mr. Locke, in low tone L have but JUS
as you see, from rheumatic fe-
YER, caused by undue exertion-snd had it
not been for that sweet girl OF mine, know