O~~APTZI~ i<br > Harrison counted the scant handful of coins twice be-<br >fore he wrote down the amount on a deposit slip and<br >entered the amount also in the passbook. He returned the<br >passbook to the woman in front of his window with a<br >smile and a nod. "A good week， eh， Mrs. Beamon?<br >You re getting a tidy sum built up there."<br > She accepted it as a compliment and smiled back at him:<br >"Thank you， Mr. Wilke. I shall see you again next week."<br > "Yes， ma am." Mrs. Beamon--if there was a Mr.<br >Beamon， Harrison had never seen the man inside the<br >bank---came in to make her deposit regularly each week，<br >on Thursday morning between ten and eleven o clock<br >without fail. This week s deposit had been $1.15， although<br >s~metimes she was able to save no more than the fifteen<br >c~nts. But always she came into the bank to present her<br >pa~book and her weekly deposit. She had just over $65 in<br >her savings account now， and it was money she had worked<br >hard to accumulate. Harrison understood her pride of ac-<br >complishment and never failed to compliment her.<br > The work-worn， aging woman took her time about care-<br >fully tucking her passbook back into her handbag. Harri-<br >son smiled at her again when she was finally ready to turn<br >away from the window. "You have a good week now，<br >Mrs. Beamon."<br > "Thank you， Mr. Wilke."<br > She left the bank and Harrison busied himself with<br >placing the coins into the cash drawer under the counter<br >and making sure the deposit slip was correctly filed. He<br >took pride in making sure that his drawer and his accounts<br >were always in balance. The Miners and Mercantile Bank<br >of Denver was no slovenly operation， and Harrison was<br >always willing to give them his very best efforts.<br > A well-dressed gentleman， very young， came in and<br ><br >