The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-05-23
take It there. was there any law Of

a mournful hush; It seemed to me that
the backs Of the other bank men wore
tho same, and mine felt it breathing
from the crowd behind.
But 'swhy then"--the examining jus
tice was shafting at me once more.
Gas I told you, l have been introduced
only here"
tsBut this check, madam
Ny flame was white heat now, and
again, without malice prepense l cut
him off:
"Do you mean to say that this bank
cashes the draft 81 any other house
than its owns'
mo; but and then out it came.
The secret climax that it seems he had
been making a momentary effort to re-
strain. mo; but ! do not know that
Mrs. Dot has any money in the High Step
ping bank"
For one instantI held my breath. He
did not know? He suspected she had
not2 Then that meant-that meant Dot
and / were putting up a fraud? A fell
ony? We were-what do they call it
conspirators2 And a conspiracy "thin"
enough tor Idiots at that!
II viii not trouble you" I said.
He tossed me the paper and disap-
peared.
Where is the High Stepping bank?" I
asked of the teller, who had not stirred.
His lips parted, as if a statue of ssTrag-
edy" could speak. "Half a block away"
he said.
Once on the street white heat" had
to come down to asking "What next??'
Give the High Stepping men their oppor-
tunity next? Never, If I diedi
And yet-if / were t~elegraphed? A
telegraph boy brushed past me, going
toward our street, In a fash I was IN
the steps and at the hated wires. The
paying teller stood there. Was his blood
frozen to i~cicles, each sharper than a SER
pent's tooth?
/ thrust in the check, and sparks fly
ing as I did so.
81 don't know whether you'll give
me the money for this" I said, biting
every word; 'srm not introduced here"
He lifted a handsome, pleasant face.
sit is not customary" he said.
sTm quite aware. But I went to the
Everlasting, where I'm known, and they
made eyes at me till I was hot, and
asked me to leave my photograph
A low ripple of amusement broke from
under his mustache.
But they would not do it then! What
do you think? Perhaps Mrs. Dot had no
money here at ALI That would be fell
ony, wouldn't it? / was furious then. II
you're not going to give it to me, be care
ful how you tell me, please; that's all. .
The ripple broke into a little peal this
time. Evidently it was very droll to
him.
"It is not customary, he began again,
'sbut"- and his eyes lifted a swift
glance. That one glance, I felt, was
first at my bonnet and then at me, and ]
knew that I was savedl
There are few unlucky persons who do
not once in a life make a fortunate in
vestment, and that bonnet has been
mine! Ihave had bonnets that belied
me, and bonnets that I could only carry
off, but that one on more than once one
OF my own Sex has risen in the street car
to give me up her seatl
That bonnet nee on, the blood of the
C's, DIS and Els that I feel always
tingling at my finger tips, seems com
manded to the front with a leap, and
people (who al see at alD know in one
instant that no member Of our family,
though possibly left in infancy to chop a
cherry tree, could ever, ever do it by
the Ratchet Of a fraudulent check! And
in later life! as soon ask Juno if she had
been thinning the ranks in a chicken
house as suspect one Of us Of ever
pricking a cherry tree with a pin.
But the teller continued, with
a smile half hidden where the ripple had
been-s'but-I shall do it."
He would do It'll was not a thief or a
criminal once more! + could not lift
myself, for I had been standing like the
tallest pine tree in the forest all the
time-I could only bow my bonnet low
toward him.
II thank you very muchl Let me &c
and tell the Everlastings that you didl'
I began hastily.
The low. quiet laugh was merrier than
ever now.
They would say I didn't know my
business" he said.
The telegraph boy had not been at the
house when / reached there, but he came
later. All was well. and Dot was com
ing home. I gave her five minutes to
get seated, and began:
dot, how much money have you in
the Everlasting Hills?"
eleven dollars, as it happens, just to.
day" she laughed.
"And how much in the High Stepping,
Just today"
six hundred, if you have not drawn
your check"
Il wish you would take that eleven
out and never put another penny there. '
"Whyy" she asked, taking up the en-.
broidery that rested her from her pen.
Ipoured forth the tales, coming dow
upon the finale with a wrathful sweep Of
What right had hep
Hem" replied Dot, holding the pat.
tern to the light, 81 suppose he thought
it a little queer. And eleven dollars
wouldn't have made him safe, you know,
against seventy-fve."
"Queerr' I CALCULATED. "What affair
was that Of hiss You and I felons and
conspirators, Dotl What right had he te
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