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Show AT THE CASHIER'S WINDOW IF ONE wants to study human nature it is not necessary to go farther than the nearest savings bank. I had just joined the line at one cashier's window when a woman turned to me. "I've got to be careful," she said. "I've got to be careful not to lose it." Then I saw that she was pinning a little roll of money into a pocket In her petticoat petti-coat with a rusty safety pin. "I hated to draw it," she went on. "I had saved it cent by cent put it away in my stocking but with everything so high as it is, what is a poor creature to do?" Another woman a few feet away looked up understanding-. She was sitting sit-ting on a bench, putting some money she had evidently just drawn into an old tin strong box. Like the first woman, she knew she had "got to be careful," and did not want to lose her money on the way home. Undoubtedly she, too, "hated to draw it." As I found myself third from the cashier's window I noticed just ahead of me a self-reliant looking woman, with a richly fur trimmed coat and a jewel flashing on the ungloved hand that held her bank book. The book held several bills of large denominations; evidently she had come to deposit, not to draw on her account. In front of her and facing the cashier was a delicate looking little woman in the dingy black that told Its double tale of grief and poverty. "How will you have it?" the bank clerk was asking. Evidently the woman did not know what he meant. "How will you have it?" The dapper young man looked at her with steely blue eyes and his thin lips set after he had repeated re-peated his formula. The woman's distress was apparent. "I I don't know," she faltered. "How will you have it?" The question was rapped out like a series of blows, and the woman cowered under It. The well dressed woman put her hand lightly on the arm of the other. "He means do you want your monay in one or in five or In ten dollar bills," -she explained softly, and the woman gave her a look of gratitude as she turned to the clerk and said: "In fives, please, sir. I hopo you'll pardon me, sir; I didn't understand." As tho woman in furs took her place before tho sleek young clerk, who leaned forward deferentially to do her bidding, she looked him over much as she might have studied any other strange animal behind bars." "You don't know how you surprised me," she said, smiling, as she handed him her book to have her deposit credited. credit-ed. "It did not seem strange to me at all that a poor woman did not understand your jargon, but It did surprise me very much that a young man supposed to be capable of filling your position was not quick wltted enough to see that the poor thing did not understand." |