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Show Be Contolee Crying Babe. "A bank has some queer notions," said a veteran teller, "bnt I think the oddest character I have come across in my dealings deal-ings through the little wicket is a man who comes in about twice a week, lays down a dime or two nickels and asks for ten bright, nmv cents. After he had done this some half dozen times I began to expect him, and later to have a curiosity curi-osity to know what he did with them, as I observed that he always placed them carefully in his fob pocket. "One day my curiosity overcame my politeness, and I asked him bluntly what he did with the pennies. He blushed, smiled in a deprecating way and said they were for thechildren. The cashier happened to know the man, and told me when be had gone that be had lied he bad no children, though married for many years. This aroused my curiosity till more, and I decided to trace him, as we say in commercial transactions. I made a confidant of the office boy, and the next time the gentleman called the boy shadowed him. It was about noon when they left, and the boy did not return re-turn until long after banking hours. Thon bo called me aside and said: " 'He gives thorn pennies to babiesthat cry.' " 'Gives them to babies that cry? I asked, not fully eomrmohending. " 'Yes. I stuck to him, just as yon told mo, and had to wait two hours while he was busy in his office. Then out he comeeand I after him. up one street and down another, stopping into places every few minutes. On West Larnod street there was a little urchin crying; some one had took something away from it. , He stops up, laughed, chucked it under the chin, and gave it one of the bright emits. The little one I dont know. whether it was a boy or a girl, they dress 'em so much alike stop-pod stop-pod crying and begun to laugh, and the gentleman walked on faster than ever.' "Well, I got to thinking over the matter," mat-ter," said the teller, "and found myself trying to figure rat in some such manner as wo compute interest the amount of happiness that man got out of ten cents, the price of an ordinary cigar, and the result is I anways carry a few bright coppers myself.-" Detroit Free Press. |