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Show Th Paying Teller's Story. "In our bank, you know," said the i rette emolmb'i Vt- of m Kr. - J is to see that nobody comes into the bank with one of the vile things burning. Well, the other morning a young fellow came in with a note he wanted certified. He was a nice, country looking sort of a boy and must have been new at his business, busi-ness, as he wandered all around the bank before he struck my window. But as soon as he came up to me I caught the smell of a cigarette. 'Somebody is smoking- a cigarette,' I thought to myself, 'and it must be that boy, though I don't see one in his month. So I looked at him and 6aid, 'Have you a cigarette? " 'What, sir? said the boy as cool and fresh as a May morning. " 'Have you a cigarette? "And before I could say another word that kid made a grab in his pocket, hauled haul-ed out a box and stuck them in at my window, with the remark, 'Why, yes, cert'nly help yourself f "Fresh? Well, I guesa so!" New York Tribune. |