The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-03-27
ny BANKING CARRIER,

,ment / cross the threshold Of bank
I am a hesitating jay. If I attempt to
transact business there become. an
irresponsible idiot. i knew this be-.
forehand, but my salary had been.
raised to $50 a month, and I felt that
the bank was the only place for it So
I shambled in and looked timidly round
at the clerks had an idea that a
person about to open an account must
needs consult the manager. I went up
to wicket marked Accountant" The
accountant was a tall, cool devil. The
very sight Of him ratified me. Ny voice
was sepulchral.
.Can see the manager? 1safd, and
added solemnly, '1alone.' don't know
why said alone
tsCertainly," said the accou1ant, and
fetched him. The manager was q
grave, calm man. I held my $56 in a
crumpled ball in my pocket.
Are you the managerY said. God
knows I didn't doubt it.
Yes he said.
"Can I see your" asked, "alone?'
I didn't want to say 'alone" again, but
without it the thing seemed self-evi-
dent The manager looked at me in
solemn alarm. He felt that I had an
awful secret to reveal.
'.Gome in here he said, and led the
way to private room. He turned the
key in the lock- g..
eve are safe from interruption in
here" he said ASit down." We both
sat down and looked at one another.
I found no voice to speak.
& ,"You are one of Pinkerton's men,
presume?' he said. He had gathered
from my mysterious manner that [
was detective. I knew what he was
thinking, and it made me worse.
mo, not from Pinkerton's,'' said,
seemingly to imply that I came from a
rival agency. "To tell the TRUTH" I
went on, as if I had been prompted to
lie about it, "I'm not a detective at
all. I've come to open an account. l.
intend to keep all my money in this
bank The manager looked relieved,
but still serious. He concluded now
that I was a son Of Baron Rothschild
or a young Gould. ~
"a large account, suppose?" he
said.
''Fairly large" whispered, Il pro-
pose to deposit $50 now and $50 a
month regularly" The manager got
UP and opened the door. He called to-
the accountant.
:. ''Mr Montgomery he said, umkind-
ly loud, s:this gentleman is opening an
account. He will deposit $56. Good
morning."
rose. A big iron door stood open
at the side of the room. Good morn
ing" said and stepped into the safe.
= "Come out" said the manager coldly,
and showed me the other way. / went
up to the accountants wicket and
spoked the ball Of money at him with a
quick. conyulsiye NOV ement, as if, L
were doing a conjuring trick. Ny face.
was CHASTITY pale.
Here, said, deposit it. y The
tone of the words seemed to mean,
"let us do this painful thing while the
fit is on u.s. He took the money and
gave it to another clerk. He made me
write the sum on a slip of paper and
sign my name in book. I no longer
knew what I was doing. The book
swan before my eyes.
"Is it deposited?' !. asked in a hol-
low, vibrating voice. .~..,
"It u.s." said the accountant.
"Then want to draw a check
MY idea was to draw out Sc of it for
present use.> Some one gave me a.
check book through the wicket, and
some one else began telling me how to
write it out. The people in the bank
had the impression that I was an
invalid millionaire. wrote something
Oh the check and thrust it at the clerk.
He looked at it. $
What! Are you drawing it all out
again. he asked in surprise. Then /
realized that had written Sc instead
Of 6. was too far gone to reason
now. I had a feeling that it was i'm
possible to explain the thing All the
clerks: had stopped writing to look at
me. Reckless with misery 1 made a
plunge. '.%5 o.
"You withdraw your money from the
bank?'
Every cent of it.,
care you going to deposit any more?'s
said the clerk astonished.
Never" An idiotic hope struck me
that they might think somebody had
insIlted me while I was writing the
check and that had changed my
mind made wretched attempt to
lock like man with fearfully quick
temper. The clerk prepared to pay the
money. "
''How will you have it ?"
.'What?' ..zt.s - ! ~
& Elbow will you have it?''
"Oh." caught his meaning and an
swered. without even trying to think,
"In ffties.'' He gave me $50 bill.
Z 'sAnd the SKIP he asked dryly.
In sixes,'' said. He gave it to me
and rushed out. AS the big doors
swung behind me caught the echo of
roar of laughter that went to the
ceiling of the bank. Since then bank.
no more. keep my money in cash in
my trousers pocket and my savings in
silver dollars in a sock.-L. "a. Nash in
Bookkeeper.
No Butter Served. 4
Questioned about the use of bread
and butter plates, Sherry raised his