"Yes, sir," he went on, in a voice the more ominous for the sudden hush he put upon it.

"I got a spender for a son-in-law! It's wonderful where property goes, sometimes.

There was ole man Tracy--you remember him, Doc--J.

R.Tracy, solid banker.

He went into the bank as messenger, seventeen years old; he was president at forty-three, and he built that bank with his life for forty years more.