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dozen or two youngerand fresher Biddys, Maggies, Mary's and Kathleens, who had been waiting an hour or !more. (a At the à door she-had wordy-quarrel with broad-sholdered black manin advance of her, calling him magiu;" and she even went so far as to'slrake her fist in the face of a policeman (who,day an official conservator of the peace, told her to hold her tongue.) and asked him if he fond of such game asiss Dead Rabbits." red and sweaty, she stood before the paying teller and presented her book, with avvecal invocation to him to do the clean thing. What's this mean?" said he, looking at lier somewhat impatiently. What's your name ?"Can't yoos. rade writin' hand ??' she rejoined sharply; issure, me nam's on the book!" But this,! said he, "is only a grocer's old pass-book! What's your name, say Mary McRagan I was christened, but I married Pat Millikens." The teller turned rapidly to his index of depositors. You have got no money in this Bank! "said he, when he had ascertained the fact. There was a general laugh at the woman's expense, and she was loudly jeered by the crowd, who had got wind of the result outside, as she left the premises in company with the policeman. She confessed to the officer that she found the pass-book near the crowd, and thinking it had been dropped accidentally by a depositor, and she thought to obtain the money before the depositor applied for it. At the same Bank, one man who drew out his deposits was so intoxicated that he could hardly stand. Quite likely he lost the savings of years before the night was over. At another Savings Bank, one poor girl had her pocket picked of her little allabout $77, before she had gone out of the crowd. A vast deal of chaffing occured among those who thronged the doorways of these Banks-"I don't know," said one of the bystander, Where to put my money when I get it? Give it to me," rejoined the other, with a grin. Sew it up in your shirt," said another; and several other methods were promptly named by the spectators; a loud laugh following each suggession. Stick it in your wig!" Let the old woman have it!' "Put it in your boots, and let me wear them!" Let Mayor Wood take care of it 'for yer!" &0. At the Sixpenny Savings Bank, a little newsboy, without a jacket, and only one suspender. (and that a string, )confronted the teller on Monday, and demanded to know whether She wus all right" mean Yog the Institutionbecause if she was, lie didn't mean to be second, if everybo dy else was. He'd got 42 cents salfed down there, and all he wanted was his the teller's) word of honor that it wo'dn't spile. The teller assured him that his money was ready for him at any moment. Nuff said, 'tween gen'l'men but I don't want it,' rejoined the youth, and with a self complacent well satisfied air, walked out of the Bank. "Is she good?" cried two or three other newsboys who were awaiting the result, at the doorsteps. Yes, sirree!' he replied, "As good as wheat.- Ketch our Bank to stop! yons ought to seed the gold I seed in der safe." How much was they?" inquired a comMore'n a house-full was his pasion. prompt response. 'An' yoos don,t ketch dis 'ere chile a makin' an old woman of his-self, and drawin' out his money; 1 ain't 60 green- lain't!''
