CHAPTER VII.
"THIS MAY BE MY LAST BANK DEPOSIT." There was an air of supreme content upon the usually impassive face of Arthur Ferris when he hung the receiver of the public telephone up upon its hook, at precisely fifteen minutes past three o'clock, in the office of Taylor's Hotel.
The astonished girl gazed admiringly after the young lawyer, when he dropped a two-dollar bill into her hand, saying, "Never mind the change." "It's my lucky day," murmured Ferris, as he sought the telegraph office.

The measured words of Accountant Somers were still ringing in his ears: "A very quiet election; no opposition to our ticket.

Directors' meeting pro forma.

Vice-President Selden cast majority vote for new officers.

Reports endorsed.