"Boyish old chap." "Yes, isn't he ?" said Mendenhall, folding his paper.

"I sold him a pretty stiff bill of goods this morning.

Warmish, I take it.

He's going to settle here." "Friend of yours ?" "Oh, no, I never saw him before." "Why, you indorsed his check for twelve hundred and fifty," said the president, interested, but not alarmed.

Doubtless the man had references.