Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1910-07-22
Zelda Cameron.
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
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Il will draw the notes from the bank
and let the matter rest for the present.
Zee, If you very much wish it."
IF that will save them further trou-
BILE, that will do"
II shall give the bank notice in a day
or two" said Cameron, reluctantly. He
wished that Zelda would go. He did
not at all like the idea of having her
visit him in his office, and to-day he
was engrossed with important compu-
%tations. He wished to be rid of her,
but she rose 50 suddenly that he was
startled.
why, father. / couldn't think of
troubling you with a thing of this sort
when you're doing it as a favor to me!
What bank is it? The one where I
keep my account? oh, l know them
over there. I'm going down that way
anyhow, and I'll tell them you don't
want those notes collected. Thank you
ever SO much"
mo. no: I'll have to see about it per-
sonally. You mustn't interfere in the
matter at ALL" he almost shouted ut
her. But she had no idea of trusting
him, and she walked straight toward
the door, at which she turned.
Its splendid of you to let me do it.
And please don't be late for dinner
/ dSdlH lC-IlISHI. lis IL IeW lIlCh u
yours, and Polly doesn't like it at all.
Good-by."
Zelda went directly to the bank and
sought Burton, the cashier, whom she
had met several times at parties. He
gave her a seat by his desk near the
front window. He was sur that she
had come to solicit for a charity, and
she was so handsome that r, rather
enjoyed his peril.
II have come from my father to
speak about q business matter. He is
very sorry that he can't come him
self. There are some notes here for
collection, given by Mrs. Thomas Mer-
Ram to my father-He thought, orr
mean, they were to have been collect
ed, but it was all a mistake about
them. He wished me to say that moth
ing was to be one,
Excuse me one moment, Miss Dam
eron."
He went to the note -~teller's cage and
brought the notes. which were pinned
to the mortgage.
Your father wishes nothing done in
the matter?" he asked, laying the slips
Of paper before Zelda.
NO." she answered, slowly, eying
the notes curiously. Il suppose I may
as well take them with me-to I've my
| father the trouble of coming for Them
That's a little-irregular, / sup
pose" said the young man, doubtfully,
but he laughed.
IT p 1t u.s." said Zelda, "but
Father was very anxious hat nothing
| should be done. so I'll just a them
along. Your bank is SO big that some
one might forget a little thing like
this
h young man hesitated and was
lost. Zelda crumpled the papers be-
I tween her gloyed fingers and closed her
fist upon them.
There's something else I have in
tended speaking to you about" she
said, dismissing the notes carelessly.
You haven't had any nice new money
in your bank for a long time, Mr.. Bur-
ton. And old bills are perfectly horri-
BILE. 1 shouldn't think people would
stand it-these DID, worn-out bills.
Suppose a new bank should start up
with a lot of new money-you wouldn't
last a day"
The cashier laughed: Miss Cameron
had a reputation for saying amusing
and unexpected things.
"Ill ask the teller to keep a fresh
supply for you. We don't want to lose
your account, Miss Cameron"
Thank you. SO much. And If faith
er should come in, please tell him /
have the notes. / might miss him, you
know"
Zelda locked the mortgage and notes
! In her own desk, with no intention of
| giving them to her father, unless he
| should demand them.
CHAPTER XII.
Jack Ralcomb. walking through an
alley that ran parallel with Jefferson
street, marked the unmistakable figure
OF Ezra cameron ahead OF air This
alley was called Ruby street for no rea-
son that any one knew. It was lined
with the rear doors of Jefferson street
shops On one side and hose of jobbing
houses on the other, and. as 1t was
narrow. its traffic was usually con-
gested. A few saloons were squeezed
into corners here and there and in one
large room opening directly on the al
ley a dealer in margins maintained an
ONCE.
II bet a dollar you're going for a
drink" Balcomb remarked. under his
bra2th; but the old man passed q sa-
loot n went on. He seemed to be In
haste. and Balcomb stepped into the
middle of the alley and watched hira.
until he reached the brokers' ofiice.
| WnlSl u0 CuSCVCN WASilOuS AOOklU8
around.
Balcomb whistled. Worse than
drink" he reflected, and went up to hlA
own once.
Balcomb's mind seethed with schemes
these days. He sought to give an air
OF seriousness to his business by car
ryinE in the daily press an advertise
ment which read u Arthur BalcoHah,
Investment Broker" and he inscribed
the same legend on his stationery. The
solid business men of Mariona regard
ed him a little warily; but he had car
ried through several enterprises with
considerable dash, and, a. he cultivat-
ed The reporters. his name frequently
appeared In the newspapers. The
building Of ~interurban trolley lines was
bringing the surrounding towns more
and more Into touch with the capital.
The country banker and the small cap
italist were now much seen in the
streets Of Marions- They were learn
ing the lingo of metropolitan bust
ness: many OF them had found It Q
venient to enroll themselves as non
resident members OF the Commercial
Club. and Jack Balcomb's once proved
q pleasant rendezvous. Here they
could use his stenographers. and the
long distance telephone was theirs 10
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