Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-10-09

slo,uU ~ithln three days, and with 1t the
come due he had renewed and debts he
had kept from pressing by his personal eff
forts-as matters of friendship and the alb
soiute faith which he showed in e-eatual
liquidation was he but given a chance But
the Stockholders moved toward the door,
The genius rose.
4 will not assign. The only thing that
can stop this company from doing bus
mess is an attachment. I may weather it
without you-good-dAy." They left him
aud he sat down to. look at the picture of
his failure. But suddenly hopeful thought
came to him. The bank with which his
company had done business for ten years
would not loan him dollar now. That he
knew. But across the street from his bank
was another bank which had been making
an effort for the business of the company
for five years.
Perhaps that bank, If promised that bus
tness-no, that would not do. A promise
would look like bride and expose his po-
sition. He would try that bank. He had
three days-no, only two days and a half,
for the day was half gone. He would think
and plan and wait until tomorrow. When
the morrow came 1t rained. The day was
not conducive to credit business. He would
not go that day, for, being a financier who
weighs every chance he knew that the
state Of the atmosphere sometimes made
failures. The day passed slowly, every
hour showing him more clearly that ne
a persistent glimmer of failure, which he
fought constantly.
But the third day dawned at last. and
the sun shone. He had rehearsed his part
perfectly; every information of voice, every
look of the eye.
1t was after luncheon that he walked
into his own bank and asked that they dis
count his paper for the sum ne needed.
Have you the signatures of your stock
holders?" the cashier asked.
II have not"
$50 ! imagined" said the cashier. zone
of them told me yesterday that he had ad-
vised an assignment, and our directors DO
not feel that the bank can afford to run
the risk
The genius slammed the door and strobe
out. The cashier of the bank opposite had
a habit of sitting where he could see out of
a window which faced the street. The
genius knew this. In fact, he had timed
his outburst to minute which he knew
from observation always found the opposite
cashier finishing his cigar AS he crossed
the street he looked as if in a rage. and he
saw from under his hat rim that the cash
Ter observed it. He strobe into the bank
and straight to the cashiers office The
door opened for him. The cashier shook
hands with him heartily. The genius
wasted no time
The Bad Half Hour.
II have done business with that bank
across the street for ten years. For the
last five of those years they have handled
l have just told them to go to hades. Does
this bank want to discount my paper for
S15,O00-thirty days, with possible re-
newal of thirty? Remember l am not
promising you my business. 1 am simply
giving you al opportunity of doing what
you have often asked-to accommodate
me-
The cashier assured the genius with haste
that his bank would be glad to do him any
favor possible. The president and one of
the directors, with whom he had Just
lunched, were in the private Office Would
he excuse him for few minutes?
Then came the bad half hour" If the
cashier came back with a diplomatic an
swer the genius knew the end. AS he sat
there staring blankly at the street he saw
himself struggling through the past years.
He looked at the street and the passing
throng and knew that not only he, but
his wife and daughter, the girl concerning
whose future he had dreamed dreams,
would be therein the street Once one
creditor made d move and others like a
cloud would be upon him. They would take
his business-yes, and his home And he
was growing old He had never realized it
before. but 1t came to him now, and he
wondered what he would do-then-after
the cashier came back. But he had done
his best; of that he was sure. He had be-
gun with nothing, and it seemed hard.
after all the struggles, when Just $1,000
would save him. His eyes dampened some
how and he felt tired. door opened be-
hind him suddenly, and in a voice which
struck his ears oddly, the cashier said:
This bank will be glad to accommodate
you, sir-twice the amount, if you wish"
The bad half hour was oyer