(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
By Frank Evans
Before Tom Graves had been in
the teller's cage twenty-four hours
he realized that something was
wrong with Van Loeuw's methods.
On the second day he was sure of it.
Van Loeuw and he had entered the
bank within a week of each other.
Van Loeuw was a college graduate,
while Tom was only the son of a
country storekeeper. That ought
not to make any difference worth no
ticing in 'America, but every one
knows it does, especially in large
country towns like Roxbury.
It made this difference in partic
ular: Van Loeuw was privileged to
call on Mildred Leeson, the presi
dent's daughter, to dine at her house
and take her driving in the automo
bile he owned. Whereas, Tom Graves,
who, in his boyhood, had often
served Miss Mildred behind the
counter of his father's store, could
scarcely gather up his courage to
look like an ordinary man when she
bowed to him in the street; and then,
seeing his confusion, Mildred would
smile again, in a kindly way, which
Tom usually missed, because his
eyes were on the ground.
Everybody said that Tom was of
the kind that are born to be drudges
and to work for men hke Van Loeuw.
For a man like Tom to aspire to
Mildred was ridiculous. Once or twice
he plucked up courage to call, at the
girl's invitation; but on the second
occasion he met Van Loeuw there,
and, humiliated by Van Loeuw's con
temptuous attitude, he went away
and did not call again.
Van Loeuw never doubted that he
was destined to marry Mildred and
step into her father's shoes. He told
Tom about it.
"When I'm president of the bank
I'll take care of you, Tom," he said.
"I'll see that jou get a better job."
Tom would swallow his feelings
then and turn to his books.
Now, it was a fact that something
was seriously wrong. Tom soon dis
covered that it was not a mistake, to
be picked up and rectified with a few
hours of extra work. After two weeks
of night work he traced back the
errocto something that had begun
two years before. In short, there
was a defalcation of $12,000, and the
man who was responsible for it had
hidden his trail beneath the clever-
I'll See You at Your Place Tonight."
est and most intricate system that
any thief had ever devised.
Two years ago! That was when
Van Loeuw bought his automobile.
But Tom did not think of that. He
resolved to tell Van Loeuw of his
discovery and ask his advice. He
did so, and when he saw the ghastly
pallor upon the man's face the hid
eous suspicion came home to him.
"Tom, I'll see you at your place to
night," said Van Loeuw. "I I want
to speak to you."
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