The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1875-01-09

is no doubt of this; you can look for your.
self. Now don't let me see you here agar
until you can bring good money, for We
always suspect such persons as you that
come on dark days with well-made story
"But, sir"
"1ou need make no explanations, miss, "
said the man, insultingly. Take your
bill, and the next time you want dress
ing gown, don't try to pass your counter
| felt money" and as he handed it the bill
fell from his hands.
Alice caught it from the floor, and hur.
ried into the street.
| Such shock the girl had never received.
She hurried to banking establishment,
found her way in, and presented the note
to a noble looking man with gray hair, and
faltered out ais this bad bill, sir ~
The cashier and his son happened to be
the only persons present. Both noticed
her extreme youth, beauty and agitation.
The cashier looked closely and handed it
back, as with polite bow, and somewhat
prolonged look, he said:
cit is a good bill, young lady"
~ knew it was,'' cried Alice, with a
quivering lip, "and he dared
She could go no farther, but entirely
overcome, she bent her head, and the hot
tears had their way.
Il beg pardon, have you had trouble
with it ?" asked the cashier.
ooh, sir, you will excuse me for giving
way to my feelings, but you spoke so kind
ly. and I felt so sure that it was good.
And | think, sir, that such men as one of
the clerks at Huntley & Warmers should
be removed. He told me that it was coun-
terfeit, and added something am glad my
father did not hear. l knew the publisher
would not send me bad money"
Who is your father, young lady ." ask
ed the cashier, becoming interested.
"Mr. Benjamin Locke, SIR
Benjamin, Ben Locke Was he ever a
clerk in the Navy Department at Washing
ton -
Yes, sir; we removed from there" re-
-" he has not been WELL and we are some
what reduced Oh, why do l tell these
things
"Ben Locke reduced" murmured the
cashier, "the man who was the making of
me. Give me the number and the street,
my child. Your father was one of the
best, perhaps the only friend had. l have
not forgotten him. No. Liberty street.
l will call this evening. Meanwhile, let
me have the bill, let me see-Ill give you
another. Since l come to look, haven't
got a five. Here ten; we'll make it all
right
That evening the inmates of shabby,
genteel house, received the cashier of the
NJ Bank. Mr.. Locke, a man with gray
hair, though numbering but fifty years,
rose from his arm chair, and affectionately
greeted the familiar face. The son of the
cashier accompanied him, and while the
elders talked together, Alice and the young
man grew quite chatty.
eyes, l have been unfortunate said
Mr.. Locke, in low tore, 81 have Just re-
covered as you see, from rheumatic fever,
caused by undue exertion, and had it not
been for that sweet girl of mine, know
not what l should have DONE She, by
giving lessons in music and French, and
writing for periodicals, has kept Inc, SO far,
from want
You shall not want, my old friend,'
said the cashier. sit was kind Provi-
dence that sent your daughter to me-
There's place in tho bank just made va
cant by the death of a valuable clerk, and
it is at your disposal. 1t is my gift, and
valued at twelve thousand dollars year ~
Pen cannot describe the joy with which
the kind offer was accepted. The day Of
deliverance had come.
On the following morning the cashier en-
tered the handsome store of Huntley e.
Warner, and inquired for the head clerk.
He came obsequiously.
"Sir," said the cashier, sternly, " is this
bad notoo''
"I-I think not, SIR stammeringly re-
piled the clerk.
The cashier went to the door. From his
carriage stepped a young girl in company
with his daughter.
Did you not tell this young lady, my
ward, that this note was counterfeit And
did you not So forget selfrespect and the
interests Of your employers, as to offer an
insult?'
The man stood COMPOUNDED. He dared
not deny; he could say nothing for himself.
eff your employers keep you, sir, thoy
will no longer have my CUSTOM" said the
cashier, sternly. You deserve to be
horse whipped, sir.
The firm parted with their unworthy
clerk that very day, and he left tie store
disgraced, but punished justly. Alice
Locke became the daughter Of the good
cashier. All of which came out Of calling
4 genuine bill a counterfeit.