CHAPTER XXII.
AT THE EMPIRE CONSOLIDATED SAVINGS BANK.
The President of the Empire Consolidated Savings Bank looked up from the papers on his desk as his secretary entered from the adjoining room and stood before him.
"Well, George ?" The secretary smiled as he spoke: "Mr.Ward, there is an old lady out here who insists that you will see her.

The boys passed her on to me, because,--well, she is not the kind of woman that can be refused.

She has no card, but her name is Wakefield.

She--" The dignified President of the Empire Consolidated Savings Bank electrified his secretary by springing from his chair like a schoolboy from his seat at the tap of the teacher's dismissing bell.

"Auntie Sue! I should say she couldn't be refused! Where is she ?" And before the secretary could collect his startled thoughts to answer, Homer T.Ward was out of the room.
When the smiling secretary, the stenographers, and other attending employees had witnessed a meeting between their dignified chief and the lovely old lady, which strengthened their conviction that the great financier was genuinely human, President Ward and Auntie Sue disappeared into the private office.
"George," said Mr.Ward, as he closed the door of that sacred inner sanctuary of the Empire Consolidated Savings Bank, "remember I am not in to any one;--from the Secretary of the Treasury to the Sheriff, I am not in." "I understand, sir," returned the still smiling George.