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Every one in the office was commandeered, loaded' 

 with all the gold he could carry, and sent flying 

 through the street, while even the casual caller 

 was crimped and handed two twenty-pound bags, 

 with the command: 



"Just run across the street to Drexel's with 

 that and get a receipt. Hurry up!" 



Often I came in from the Exchange at the de- 

 livery hour to take the cashier's desk while he 

 rushed out with a belated delivery, or more fre- 

 quently to carry the gold myself when boys were 

 waiting for receipts for gold delivered, of which 

 only the cashier knew the amounts. Sometimes 

 the excitement extended to the inner office and 

 my partner coming into the working office laid 

 hands on a bag of gold, saying: 



"Can't I help by delivering this?" but I balked 

 at that and replied: 



"You can help by watching this desk while I 

 run out with the gold." 



There was no giving of checks in these last ex- 

 citing minutes. Penciled figures and a boy's 

 initial stood for a delivery of five, or fifty thou- 



