The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-01-11

ing outside, but the pretty girl was in
eclipse of the chaise top. Thinking
of buying that colt?" inquired Hatha-
way, good deal disappointed, and
Jonas vaguely smiled.
The old farmer and Mr.. Pendell were
conversing sedately. 'Ain't raised the
rate O. interest, have they?' asked the
depositor, with smile.
Directors think of lowering it an
other year." reported the cashier. eve
can't pay five per cent. if we don't get
but four. Savings bank securities
come higher every year. Why don't
you buy some bonds, Mr.. Hayland?"
THE old county saving banks al
ways 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 nothing to show fort. I
expect you've heard tell O. his venture,
amt you?"
The cashier smiled and pushed the
bank book in it's much thumbed envel-
ope across the counter, and Mr.. Hay
land took some time to put it into a
deep inner pocket and to button his
coat over it. "Well, I've got my saw
ms where they'll be earnin' little
somethin'," he said, after his usual GUS
tom on such occasions. "There'd
been more this time, but we've been
fXin' up the meetin' house an wife
thought she ought to do same's Others
Well, do know but felt the pleasure
O bein' able to crafty her. Good day"
Good day, SIR" responded the CASH
Ter. Give my respects to Mrs. Hay
land"
Jonas longed to take another look be-
fore the buggy was driven away, per-
haps forever, but he was afraid of Hath
away.
Who was that old gentleman, Hath
away?" he made bold to inquire; but
Hathaway only scutfed an angry foot
for answer, and began again at the foot
of a long column of figures.
That's Joel Hayland; he lives eight
or nine miles down Oak Hill way; a
good, comfortable farmer, and as hon.
est man as know" Mr.. Pendell him
self spoke warmly, and Jonas felt as
much pleased as 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
luckily was well astern of the covered
chaise.
I'VE shall have it nice an comforta-
BILE goin' home, sha'n't we, Lover
asked the farmer. did you get all those
things your mother wanted?"
Yes, sir" said Love. "Seems to me
there's something l haven't remem-
bered, 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"
"Oh! not Mr.. Pendell. know him, y
protested Love. "a younger man
mean"
81 don't knows really took notice
There's two or three of 'em. A young
Downs has been there number o
/ years. Mr.. Penden gets right up
whatever he's doin', an tends to me
himself. They say he don't do it fol-
everybody"
Twas tall, young-lookin' fellow
Love Hayland continued persuasively
but the old farmer shook his head. He
had taken 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. AL
though the northwest wind was behind
them, the father and daughter were
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