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At his own desk a few ht "He doesn't really love her," he mused, "and she doesn't love him, but they will marry His eyes kindled when I ainst it, but he can't In his better reed has caught hi"

At this juncture Saunders's attention was drawn to the paying-teller's

"I tell you you can't see hi fir desperately to the wire grating "He's not well and is lying down"

"So he's lying down, is he?" was the snarling response "He's lying dohile I have to walk the streets without a cent through his rascality You tell hi to see him if I have to wait here all day"

"Who is it?" Saunders asked, being unable to recognize the speaker froht turned to hi on the sa like that ought not to be allowed If I was the president of this bank, and a man like that dared to--"

"Let him in at the side door, and send hientle tone "I'll see him"

A moment later the man entered, and shuffled in a slipshod way up to Saunders's desk He was about seventy years of age, wore a threadbare frock coat, baggy trousers, disreputable shoes, and a battered silk hat of ancient, bell-shaped pattern He was sreasy, rope-like strands touched his shoulders He was nervously chewing a cheap, unlighted cigar, and flakes of da for Mostyn," Saunders said, quietly "He is not at work thisI can do for you?"

"I don't knohether you can or not," the old man said, as he sank into a chair and leaned forward on his walking-cane "I don't knohether anybody can or not I don't believe there is any law or justice anywhere You and him are partners, but I don't believe you know him clean to the bottom as well as I do You wouldn't be in business with hiht man--a body can tell that by your eye and voice--and I've never heard of any shady, wildcat scheme that you ever dabbled in"