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Show A RUSSIAN PEASANT'S SAVINGS SAV-INGS BANK. In one of the small provincial I towns of Southern RusHia savings j bank has recently betn established, tbe second clerk of which, while r lounging at his deBk on a "Mat day" in summer was startled by the entrance en-trance of a boavy looking peasant-- ( slouching, grimy, unkempt the very last man one would expect to see io a bank, except for the purpose of robbing rob-bing it. - Tbe apparition came timidly up to the counter, and the following dialogue epaued: "Well, vuy good fellow, what .may you want here, pray?" "If it please you, father, 'I want you to take charge of some money for me. Our folks say that 1 might be robbed of it, aud that it will be safer with you." "Money, eh? Why, 1 howi much, monsy have you got then? Four rubles? Five?. Ten?" "No, it must be more thau that I fancy. My wife aud I couldn't manage to count it ill, though we've been at it all morning," So saying, the gentleman in sheep- ; skin produced a tattered, filthy leather bac. and noured out before the clerk'i astonished eyes a perfect pyramid of bank bills of all values from 1 rouble to 50. Tbe amazed clerk hastily summoned hia two colleagues, and the three, alter long spell of counting i; satisfied satis-fied themselves that , the total amount was not. less than 20,000 roubles ($15,000.) Ths peasant, who bad Btood watching the operation with a look of childish curiosity, pocketed his receipt and walited off as coolly as if nothing had happened; but the uext morning be reappeared and Bgaiu addressed himself to the eame clerk. "God bo with you, father. Dj you take care of gold, too, as well as bank billB?" "What, gold? Why, you'd better start a bank yourselll How much gold have you got, in Heaven's name?" "Two boxes lull." At this point the banker himself, who bad been listening to the conversation conver-sation with the deepest amazement, came forward and announced his in- tention of accompanying his strange ' customer home, aud tatiug charge ot the gold himself. : The unwasnea capitalist joy tully-accepted the ofler, and the pair drove out to a hamlet about two miles from the town. Here the peasant led his companion to a small, mean-looking .but, and open ing a shed on one Bide ol it, displayed two battered wooden boiea, through the breaches in which gold pieces were escaping in-all directions, while beside them lay the dirty bag which had held tbe bank bills of the day before. be-fore. The banker asked in. amazement, amaze-ment, "How long have you bad this money?" ' . "My father 'ftpd grandfather aved it up," answered the peasant "and buried it here; and I dug it up juat the other day, because I'm going to Bhift my quarters." i 1. "But,, with all this money, why, don't you aud your wife live in better Btyle?" i asked the banker, looking around at the miserable hovel. "Why should we, lather? We do very well as. we, are.". |