THE TIN BANK
By Katharine Howe
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"Isn't he the stingy guy?"
The girl's sniff was pronounced as
she indicated to her companion,
June Harris, a young man who had
just passed them. The girls were
pouring out of a large department
store at the closing time, and June
looked after the man and then at
the speaker questioningly.
."Why do you think so?" she asked.
"Think so!" exclaimed the other,
"why Bert Hedstom is the talk of the
store! They call him the tin bank,
because you qan't even extract a
"Maybe you don't know he has a
mother to support and he thinks, the
coppers belong to her," said June.
"Oh, yes, you always did stick up
for him. An' I guess he's some gone
on you. But just wat till you're
married, an' he asks you what you
did with that fifteen cents he gave
you last month."
"I'm not talking of getting mar
ried, and I don't suppose he's think
ing of it either."
"No, he thinks too much of his
money. You just ought to have seen
that new girl's face yesterday. He
walked along with her when She
went out, and of course she thought
he was going to take her in for a so
da. But nary a treat on little Bertie.
He just tipped his hat and left her
it the corner." .
"Maybe he didn't care especially
for her company."
"Well, say now, he's walked home
with you a few times. Did he ever
June had to confess he had not
"An' he's getting in the office more
than any of these chaps on the
floor," the girl persisted. "Oh, he's
just a skin!"
June changed the subject. She had
begun to care for Hedstrom. He had
called at her home and her mother i
had thought well of Mm. But a
stingy man was especially abhorrent
to her. Her mother's life had been
made unhappy by the parsimony of
June's father, and before his death
his savings had been lost in a bad in
vestment. If these things were true
of Bert Hedstrom it was an unsur
mountable barrier between them.
June was an attractive girl, with
fine eyes and masses of shining
"They Call Him the Tin Bank."
brown hairand it was not long be
fore the new floorwalker began to
find frequent excuses for speaking
to her. One evening he invited her
to the theater, and the next day she
was the envy of every girl at her
counter, to say nothing of Miss Clay,
the buyer. .
"Say, June, did you have two-dollar
seats?" asked her chum.
"Of course. And supper afterward
at a cafe."
"Well, that's going some!" put in.
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