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Updated: September 14, 2025
Goodwyn jumped up out of his chair when the two burst into his little room. The teller was waving the paper ahead of him, but his eyes were fixed upon the face of Mr. Graylock, and he was quick to see the look of keen disappointment that passed over it. "You found it, then?" asked the cashier, reaching out his hand eagerly. "Yes, lodged in the bushes, just as Dick said.
"I don't see why you should be sorry for my mother, Mr. Goodwyn. I have done nothing that I need be ashamed of, and she will believe me, no matter what happens. I have been like other boys, in their sports and in playing pranks, but Mr. Goodwyn, I never deceived her in my life," he said, with some show of feeling. "That sounds very nice, Richard. I wish I could believe you.
Graylock, he sat there apparently wrought up to a high pitch of excitement, and drumming with his fingers on the table. Dick gulped something down that seemed to be inclined to half strangle him, and then set his teeth together, resolved to put a brave face on it, no matter what difficulty might arise. "Sit down here, Richard, where I can talk with you," continued Mr. Goodwyn.
Indeed!" and the president, just as Dick expected, shot an alarmed glance across at Mr. Goodwyn, who also looked very serious. "Yes, sir, and you can well believe that it was welcome, too," Dick went on. "About how much did this sudden and surprising inheritance amount to, Richard?" coldly.
"You know there is a knothole in that partition over there, and if a fellow cared to he could look in and see what Mr. Goodwyn was doing; but I wouldn't want to be guilty of that low trick. Hearing what was said in a loud voice was another matter; I couldn't help that," declared Pliny.
Goodwyn a hard taskmaster, on account of this incident; and he regretted it very much, believing it would handicap him more or less in his work.
Goodwyn," remarked the teller, a little vindictively, Dick thought. The cashier frowned. "Why, I spoke only yesterday to Mr. Gibbs about a nephew of mine I could recommend for that position; I don't understand how it comes he has taken this thing out of my hands. He seldom interferes with the hiring of help. I must see him about it at once," and he hurried away to interview the president.
Goodwyn could find no fault in his conduct; he was intelligent, quick, respectful and accurate; and yet the cashier kept tabs of his movements as though constantly looking for a weak place in his armor. Would he find it after a while; could the boy continue to be as perfect right along as he seemed just now, and should the time come, was Mr.
As I was the only one present to wait on him I made him the change. It only took me half a minute, sir," replied Mr. Goodwyn, hastily. "H'm, at the time he came in you were seated with Mr. Graylock in your room. I understand?" said the president. "Yes, sir." "With the securities still on the table?" "Done up in this buff envelope, just as you see them here, sir," replied the cashier.
Mr. Gibbs is still the head of the bank, and his right hand man is Ross Goodwyn, the clever cashier, who will soon step into the position of his employer, when the latter retires. Mr. Payson is the paying teller, but Mr. Winslow finding his health failing him, and being warned by his physician that he had better seek a climate that was dry, intends leaving for Colorado in another month.
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