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WALL STREET PANIC. Incidents of the Run on Trust Companies In New York. ALL CLASSES REPRESENTED. Venerable Woman's Unpleasant Experience-Reassuring an Anxious Depositor-Some Humorous Incidents Profitable Speculation of Messenger Boys. Wall street has been swarming late ly like a hive of bees when over It was beaten the gong of financial ter ror. Events full of human interest have been witnessed during the runs made by depositors on some of the large trust companies in Ne York. Something of the stress and uncer tainty had been expected in the street and in the early hours of the morning the police moved to their posts and prepared for the reception of the de positors of the Trust Company of America, says the New York Herald. All classes of depositors were repre sented, for the refusal of the banks tc accept checks drawn upon the trust company had made it necessary even for men with substantial accounts to present their checks in person at the window. Large depositors there were in plenty, but for the most part those who stood before the paying teller had comparatively small accounts, running from a few hundred dollars to fifteen or twenty thousand. Of the hundreds who were there not more than half a score of women were seen, and one of these was a detective. One venerable woman who was near the window found to her horror that she had made out her check in pencil. She gave $5 to a man standing near her to take her place while she went to a neighboring desk and wrote her demand with a pen. When she returned her proxy was nowhere to be seen, and she had to go to the end of the line. where she still stood when the gong sounded for the last payment. *She made a final argument, however, and after a four hours' wait succeeded in obtaining her money. One of the largest deposits withdrawn in the course of the day was for $250,000. which was taken away by a young man who placed it in his overcoat pocket and left the place as unconcernedly as though he had collected a gas bill. Soon after 10 o'clock the other morn ing an anxious depositor entered the Carnegie Trust company and buttonholed ex-Secretary Leslie M. Shaw, the president. who was on his way to his private office, says the New York World. "Is the company all right?" demanded the depositor. "Are you sure we're perfectly solvent, Mr. Shaw? "Sound as a rock,"/answered the president. "No trouble within a mile of us." "That's good," said the depositor, a relieved expression appearing on his face. "We can't be too careful of our interests these days, you know, Mr. Shaw. That's why I asked you." The president noticed the man stop at the paying teller's window on his way out, and he wandered over and asked that official, "Is that man a large depositor?" "Let's see," said the paying teller, looking over his desk. "Oh, yes. That's Mr. James Brown. He had a balance of $11.60, and he just drew $8." "On the side lines," among the men who hovered on the outskirts of the long line of anxious depositors the other day, many airy remarks were passed by those whose money was in no jeopardy. A passerby asked the meaning of the crowd before the Trust Company of America's doors in Wall street. "These men want to get their checks cashed," explained a lounger on the side lines. "They ought to know that a bank won't cash checks in these panicky times," announced the passerby. "The place to get checks cashed is a saloon." "Ob L'ue