"He seems to me to have good principles about things of that kind." "Well, I'll cash the next check," said Drew, with a laugh.

"I must go back, for I left my little boy alone in the store." The druggist had scarcely gone before the old clerk came to the office door.

"That young lady who was here a little while ago wants to speak to you, Mr.Anderson," he said, with an odd look.
"I will come out directly," replied Anderson, and passed out into the store, where Charlotte Carroll stood waiting with a heightened color on her cheeks and a look of mingled appeal and annoyance in her eyes.
"I beg your pardon," she said, "but can you cash a check for me for twenty-five dollars?
It will be a great favor." "Certainly," replied Anderson, without the slightest hesitation.

He was conscious that both clerks, the man and the boy, were watching him with furtive curiosity, and he was aware that Carroll's unreliability in the matter of his drafts had become widely known.

He passed around the counter to the money-drawer.
"Money seems to be very scarce in Banbridge this morning," remarked Charlotte, in a sweet, slightly petulant voice.