The morning call., 1890-11-16

versing sedately. "Aint raised the rate o
interest, have they?' asked the deposltor,
with a smile.
''DirectOrs think of lowering it another
five per cent if we don't get but four. Saw
ing-bank securities come higher every year.
Why don't you buy some bonds, MIR. Hay
land?"
"The Old County Savings Banks always
been good enough for me and my folks"
You'd do better with your money by two
per cent"
Jim Hymore struck for eighteen, and
amt got nothin' to show for =. | expect
you've heard tell O. his venture, amt you?'
The cashier smiled and pushed the bank
book in its much-thumbed envelope over the
counter, and Mr. Hayland took some time to
put it into deep inner pocket and TO but
ton his coat over it. Well, I've got my
savin's where they'll be earnin' little
somethin'," he said. after his usual custom
on such occasions. "There'd be more this
time, but we're fixin' up the meetin' house,
an wife thought she ought to do same's
others. Well | don't know but l felt the
pleasure O. bein' ablS to crafty her. Good
day."
q Good-day, sir" responded the cashier.
Give my respects to Mrs. Hayland."
JOINS longed to take another look before
the buggy was driven away, perhaps for
ever. but he was afraid of Hathaway.
'.Who was that old gentleman, Hatha-
way?" he made bold to inquire, but Hatha-
way only scuffed an angry foot for answer
and began again at the foot of a long col
umn of figures.
That's Joel Hayland. He lives eight OF
nine miles down Oak Hill way; good COM
Portable farmer and as honest a man as l
know" Mr.. Pendell himself spoke warmly
and Jonas felt as much pleased MS if he
were listening to the praise OF one OF his own
family.
Just then old Mr.. Hayland and his
daughter were going out of town. well
wrapped against the chilly wind, which I'M
luckily was well astern of the covered
chaise.
1--WE shall have it nice an comfortable
goin' home shan't we, Love-" .; asked the
mother wanted?"
Yes. SIR" said Love. "Seems to me
there's something l haven't remembered,
tOo. Who was it in the bank?" she
added.
"Mr Pendell, the cashier, nice good
man he is-wanted to be remembered to
your mother"
ION. not Mr.. Pendell; know him., ;"
protested Love; "a younger man, | mean"
- don't knows 1 really took notice.
/ There's two or three of 'em, a young Downs
has been there a number e'years. MI.
| Pendell gets right up whatever he's don'
an tends TO me himself. They say he don't
| do it for everybody"
"Twas tall, young-lookiD' fellow"
| Love Hayland continued persuaslvely, but
| the old farmer shook his head. He had
| ken note of no one but his old friend, the
cashier. and so home they went along the
| winding road through the snowIeSs winter
| country. 1t was after Thanksgiving. and
Mr.. Hayland was two or three weeks later
than usual with his semi-annual deposit.
Although the northwest wind was behind
theE... - e father and daughter were glad to
| find ,mseIyes in their own warm kitchen
again. IL was almost night when they got
| home. The day had been short and bleak.
but Love came in with rosy cheeks and
| dancing eyes and heart full of pleasure.
Il have had a real gJod ride" she said,
haven't you, father?"
"'lwas pleasanter than goin' alone said
the plain man with unwonted gallantry. Il
don't know but like the road full as well
| in good weather. Mr.. Pendell was civil and
Accommodate to me, same's he always Is,
and sent his respects u you, mother. L see
Abel Foster on the street, too, and he was
glad to see NE, and they meant to ride up
to see us if that long spell O rain hadn't
hindered 'em. There want many on the
street. twas bad day"
Love looked at her father with surprise.
Il suppose you got me that set o knittin'
needless" asked Mrs. Hayland, after look
ing over all the packages that had been
brought in.
II declare, forgot all about 'em, mother, :"
said Love. 81 left them till the last thing.
| because we had to come by the store again
aud father was in hurry to get his bank