Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1911-06-29

borrower"
Bobby perched himself on the as
sistant cashiers chair and assumed as
stern an expression as his childish
features and mischevous rowing eyes
would permit
"Now. understand you wish a
loan" began Bobby.
81 don't, either" retorted Kitty. sit
ting herself on a chair in front of the
desk
"Oh, come Cd and play. When | say
4 understand you wish loan.' you
say Yes"
"But you won't give me any money"
eff your security is good enough |
WILL Now" imperiously, Il under
stand you wish a loan"
"How much can | get?"
"No. no, You say a lot at first;
that's business Now, how much?"
FIFTY thousand dollars"
That's fine" He paused. judiciously
puckering his brows. ''That's consid-
cradle money"
That's the most | could think Of"
decisively
Don't talk that way" instructed
Bobby. You would be put out for
making breaks like that. Just don't
say anything when they find fault.
Now, that's considerable money, but
of course you have security?' He
paused. well, say Yes"
YES"
"Well. l thought so-what?"
"What"'
"What have you got in the way Of
security?' he asked
"A farm"
"HOw large a farm|'
''Ten million acres"
"Well. that's good. Now. what
grows on this farm"
She hesitated. then said: "Fruit-
peaches and apples"
That's good What else" he pro
nounced,
"Pears''
"Any bananas" Kitty shook her
head. Every sorry" the lad went on,
''but we have all the fruit you have
in our own back yard The only fruit
farm could loan money on would be
a banana farm. No. No bananas.
/ loan. Good day"
But you didn't tell me to say bana-
mas" insisted the girl
'"Tell you. A banker don't tell you
anything you ought to know"
After delivering himself Of this
piece Of financial wisdom Bobby en-
deavored to continue. but Kitty in
sisted on being the man for awhile.
While the argument was in progress
the door leading from the vault
Enclosure opened and in came no less
an individual than Jimmy Valentine.
He had come from inspecting the new
vault, now practically completed. and
which ne had pronounced as fine a
piece Of burglar proof construction as
he had ever seen-and Jimmy Valen-
tine in his day, as some Of us know,
had rightly been considered cOnnOis-
seur in this particular connection. To
settle the dispute the assistant cashier
took Kitty out with him to show her
the vault, in the building of which
she had shown q childlike interest.
No sooner had the door closed be-
hind them when through the hall en-
trance came Rose Lane, who, gowned
in the height Of Paris fashion and OF
more mature development, presented
even a more alluring picture of femi-
nine loneliness than she had at the
time three years before when, just out
of Vassar. she had rescued Jimmy
Valentine from the horrors of Sing
Sing prison.
Hello, Bobby! Where's Kitty?" she
greeted the boy.
"Outside" He pointed toward the
door leading to the vault.
Where is Mr. Randall?" she con
tinued.
Bobby grinned knowingly.
You're always asking for Mr.. Ran
dali, aren't your" he asked saucily.
Into Rose Lanes face came sudden
ly a flare of anger at the lad. but in a
moment it was gone. A smile. tender
hopeful and true, supplanted it,
And Bobby. with all the accrued
wisdom of eleven years, saw the smile
and smiled in return, for he was old
enough to understand.