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The old lady clutched the money, and literally ran out of the door, and went off up the sidewalk, talking incoherently. To everyone she met she told her story; but the men smiled and passed on. They had heard her predictions of calamity before.

But Mrs. Mcllvaine was made a triffe uneasy by it "He wouldn’t give you y’r money? Or did he say he couldn’t?" she inquired in her moderate way.

"He couldn’t, an’ he wouldn’t!" she said. "If you’ve got any money there, you’d better get it out quick. It ain’t safe a minute. When Lincoln comes home I’m goin’ to see if I can’t–"

"Well, I was calc’latin’ to go to Lumberville this week, anyway, to buy a carpet and a chamber set. I guess I might ‘s well get the money today. "

When she came in and demanded the money, Sanford was scared. Were these two old women the beginning of the deluge? Would McPhail insist on being paid also? There was just one hundred dollars left in the bank, together with a little silver. With rare strategy he smiled.

"C
ertainly, Mrs. McIlvaine. How much will you need?" She had intended to demand the whole of her deposit–one hundred and seventeen dollars–but his readiness mollified her a little. "I did ‘low I’d take the hull, but I guess seventy-five dollars ‘ll do. "

He paid the money briskly out over the little glass shelf. "How is your children, Mrs. McIlvaine?"

"Purty well, thanky," replied Mrs. Mcllvaine, laboriously counting the bills.

"Is it all right?"

"I guess so," she replied dubiously. "I’ll count it after I get home. "

She went up the street with the feeling that the bank was all right, and she stepped in and told Mrs. Bingham that she had no trouble in getting her money.

Alter she had gone Sanford sat down and wrote a telegram which he sent to St. Paul. This telegram, according to the duplicate at the station, read in this puzzling way:

E. O. , Exchange Block, No. 96. All out of paper. Send five hundred noteheads and envelopes to match. Business brisk. Press of correspondence just now. Get them out quick. Wire.

SANFORD

Two or three others came in after a little money, but he put them off easily. "Just been cashing some paper, and took all the ready cash I can spare. Can’t you wait till tomorrow? Link’s gone down to St. Paul to collect on some paper. Be back on the five o’clock. Nine o’clock, sure. "

An old Norwegian woman came in to deposit ten dollars, and he counted it in briskly, and put the amount down on her little book for her. Barney Mace came in to deposit a hundred dollars, the proceeds of a horse sale, and this helped him through the day. Those who wanted small sums he paid.

"Glad this ain’t a big demand. Rather close on cash today," he said, smiling, as Lincoln’s wife’s sister came in.

She laughed, "I guess it won’t bust yeh. If I thought it would, I’d leave it in. "

"Busted!" he said, when Vance wanted him to cash a draft. "Can’t do it. Sorry, Van. Do it in the morning all right. Can you wait?"

"Oh, I guess so. Haf to, won’t I?"

"Curious," said Sanford, in a confidential way. "I don’t know that I ever saw things get in just such shape. Paper enough–but exchange, ye know, and readjustment of accounts. "

"I don’t know much about banking, myself," said Vance, good naturedly; "but I s’pose it’s a good ‘eal same as with a man. Git short o’ cash, first they know–ain’t got a cent to spare. "

"That’s the idea exactly. Credit all right, plenty o’ property, but–" and he smiled and went at his books. The smile died out of his eyes as Vance went out, and he pulled a little morocco book from his pocket and began studying the beautiful columns of figures with which it seemed to be filled. Those he compared with the books with great care, thrusting the book out of sight when anyone entered.