Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1867-11-14
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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 14th, 1867.



lounged over the counter and yawn-
ed. The man to whom Alice Locke
addressed herself was jaunty and
aged. He was head clerk OF
the extensive establishment of Hunt
ly & Warner, and extremely conse-
quential in manner.
This dressing gown We value at
six dollars-you shall have it for five,
as trade is dull to- day
Five dollarsr Alice looked at the
dressing gown longingly and the
clerk looked at her. He saw that
her clothes were made and worn gen
teelly, were common enough in tex
ture, and that her face was out of the
common line. How it changed
now shaded, now lighted up by the
varied play of her emotions. The
clerk could almost have sworn thai
she had no more than that sum, five
dollars, in her possession.
The gown was a very good one
for the price. 1t was of common
shape, a tolerable merino, and lined
with the same material.
Il think'-she hesitated moment
I'll take it. she said; then seeing in
the face before her an expression she
did not like, she blushed as she
handed out the bill the clerk had
made up his mind to take.
.Jennis,' cried Torrent, the head
clerk in a pompous, quick tone, pass
up the bank note detector.'
Up ran the two headed boy with
the detector, and down ran the clerk
eve from column to column. Then
he looked over with a sharp glance
and exclaimed:
That's a counterfeit bill, Miss
Counterfeit. Oh, no it cannot be
The man who sent it could not have
been so careless; you must be mis-
taken sir
Il am not mistaken. / am never
mistaken Miss. This bill is cOun
terfeit must presume, of course
that you did not know it, although sc
bad money has been offered 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 me bad money said
the trembling frightened girl.
.Humph.' said the clerk. We'll
there's no doubt about this; you car
see for yourself. Now don't let me
see you here again until you car
bring good money. for we always
suspect such persons as you that
come on dark day with well made
story
But sir
You need make no explanation
Miss said the clerk, insultingly
Take your bill, and the next time
you want to buy dressing gown
don't try to pass your counterfeit
and US he handed it, the bill
fell from his hand.
Alice caught it from the floor an(
hurried into the street.
Such q shock the girl had never
received. She hurried to banking
establishment, fc.nd her way in, anC
presented the note to noble look
ing man with gray hair, faltering out
is this bill bad one, sir?'
The cashier and son happened t.
be the only persons present. Boil
noticed her extreme youth and beau
ty and agitation.
The cashier looked close and hand
ed it back as with polite bow ant
somewhat prolonged look, he said
1T is good bill, young lady,
Il knew it was,' cried Alice, with
quivering lip, and he dared
She could go no further, but en-
tirely overcome, she bent Ler head
and the hot tears had their way.
j beg pardon, have you had nn.
trouble with it?' asked the cashier.
oh, sir, you will excuse me 70
giving way to my feelings-but yor
spoke so kindly, and 1 felt SO sur
it was good. And, think, sir, sue
meu as one ofthe clerks in Huntly
Warmers should be removed. H.
told it was counterfeit, and ad
ded something am glad my fathe
did not hear / knew the publishe
would not send me bad money.
Who is your father, young lady,
asked the cashier.
MIR. Benjamin Locke, sir
Benjamin Locke-Ben. Locke
was he ever clerk in the Navy Dc
partment at Washington
Yes, sir, we removed from there
replied Alice. Since then'-sh
hesitated-'he has not been we'll
and we are some what reduced. Oh
why do i tell these things, sir?'
Ben. Locke reduced murmure
the cashier, the man that was tn
making of me! Give me his numbe
and street my child? Your fathe
was one of the best, perhaps the onl
friend / had. ] have not forgotte
him. No. 4 Liberty street / wi
call this evening. Meanwhile let IN
have the bill-let me see. I'll Civ
you another. Since look, haven
got a five, here is ten: we will max
it all right
That evening the inmates of
shabby, genteel house received I'll
cashier of the M bank. III
Locke. a man of gray hair thong
numbering but about fifty years, ros
from his arm chair, and much affec
led. greeted the familiar face. I'll
son of the cashier accompanied hi
land while the elder talked togethe
Alice and the young man grew qui
chatty. =
Yes. sir. I have inst recovered