Evening journal., 1904-10-19
ROMANCE In A BANK
A TOUCH OF HUMAN NATURE IN
THE WHlRL OF BUSINESS.


How the Cynical Ola sLinnint OF
Cashier Obliged the wife OF n De-
Doaitor and Was Amply Repaid by
the Light OF Gratitude In Her Eyes.
The cashier sat at his desk, wonder
Ing what he had better do about that
Jones note. He felt sure that Jones
was on the square but
Excuse me. Is this the cashier2"
II was a pretty woman Of thirty who
spoke. She was well dressed. and there
was that about her which caused the
cashier to look a second time.
Eyes, madam"
II am Mrs. jenkins. My husband has
an account here. He'll be In pretty
soon 70 draw some money. / don't
want you to let him have It."
The cashier looked a third time at his
caller. This time he stared hard. and
the little woman on the other side Of
the railing looked down at the tesselat-
ed floor.
'But II Is his account. madam. II he
wants to draw some money can't stop
him"
my husband Is the best man in the
world" the woman said. "For 800 days
In the year he Is good and kind TO me-
he is always good and kind-but, then,
once In a long while he gets-that is
he isn't-oh, you known
"Yes, guess know" said the cash
Ter.
And / don't want you to let him
have any money. know II Is his mon
ey, but II he doesn't get the money. II
be just stops to think a minute, he
wlll"-
"I'll see what can do, madam" said
the cashier.
THANK you. SIR" said the woman
simply and went away.
The cashier walked over to the cage
Of the paying teller and picked up his
sheet on which was written the list OF
deposltors. After the name Of Mr.. Jen-
kins. the husband OF the woman who
had called on him, he wrote:
stop payment on this account until
my o. X. Is secured" Then he signed
his name and called the paying tellers
attention TO the notation.
An hour later Mr.. jenkins came In
and presented for payment a check for
$500. Jenkins was an old deposltor
and carried a good account.
I'm sorry, Mr.. Jenkins" said the
paying teller. but you'll have to get
the cashiers o. X. before / can pay
this check"
There was perhaps a slight odor OF
whisky on Mr.. Jenkins breath.
Jenkins grew angry and insulted In
a minute.
"Is my account overdrawnT be de-
manded.
"No. sir; your balance is $780,"
''Then what do you mean by refusing
to honor my checkT
"You'll have TO see the cashier about
that am acting under orders"
jenkins storined over to the cashiers
desk He was red in the face and
furious
"What do you mean by stopping pay.
ment on my accountT' he growled.
The cashier looked up from his desk
and looked the angry depositor straight
in the eyes. He looked hard, and in a
moment jenkins dropped his eyes.
"You know what l mean," said the
cashier slowly.
who told you anything about itr'
said Jenkins presently.
The cashier waited a minute, again
looking Jenkins straight in the eyes.
"You know who told me-" said the
cashier below his breath.
Jenkins turned without a word and
walked straight out Of the bank. Next
morning he came back. His wife was
with him. The couple walked up to
the cashiers desk.
Il want to put my bank account in
my wife's name" said jenkins. In a
purely formal and buslnesslike way the
transfer was made. No explanations
were made, and no questions were ask
ed on either side, but as Mr.. and Mrs.
Jenkins walked away the woman turn
ed and looked nt the cashier
elm used 10 being called a hard
hearted and cynical old skinfint aud
all sorts OF Names" said the cashier,
but when woman looks at me as
she did this morning l forget them all
I 1t makes me feel Ike was really do
ing some good in the world."-Chlcago
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