Part 13 (1/2)

”Last evening.”

”Were you up there?”

”Yes.”

”Did Mr. Rockwell invite you?”

”Yes.”

Just then d.i.c.k was called away by Mr. Murdock, who had some work for him to do.

”There's something mighty queer in all this,” thought the book-keeper.

”What Mr. Rockwell can see in that boy, I don't understand. He's an impudent young rascal, and I'll get him turned off if it's a possible thing.”

CHAPTER VII.

A FINANCIAL DISCUSSION.

In the course of the morning d.i.c.k called at the Park Bank, and presented the check which was made payable to himself. His employer had accompanied him to the bank on a previous day, and introduced him to the cas.h.i.+er as one who was authorized to receive and pay over money for the firm. d.i.c.k therefore found no difficulty in obtaining his money, though the fact that the check was made payable to him created some surprise.

”Your salary seems to be a large one,” said the teller, as he handed our hero ten bills of a hundred dollars each.

”Yes,” said d.i.c.k, ”my services are very valooable.”

On leaving the bank, d.i.c.k went to the savings bank, and presented his book.

”How much do you wish to deposit?”

”A thousand dollars,” said d.i.c.k, briefly.

The bank officer looked at him in surprise.

”How much did you say?” he repeated.

”A thousand dollars.”

”No nonsense, young man! My time is too valuable,” said the other, impatiently.

He was justified in his incredulity, since d.i.c.k's deposits. .h.i.therto had been in sums of from one to five dollars.

”If you don't want to take the money, I can go somewhere else,” said our hero, who was now on his dignity. ”I have a thousand dollars to deposit.

Here it is.”

The bank officer took the money, and counted it over in considerable surprise.

”Business is improving,--isn't it?” he said.

”Yes,” said d.i.c.k. ”I made all that money in one day.”