A Canadian Bankclerk

by Jack Preston

To the men of our banks who are dissatisfied with the business they have chosen, or someone else has chosen for them; to Old Country clerks who come out to Canada under the impression that Five Dollars is as good as One Pound; to bank employes in the United States, and to office men everywhere—I am telling my tale.

Finally, I appeal to "the girls we have known." Be sure you study the subject thoroughly before accusing that inscrutable, proud and procrastinating clerk of yours of inconstancy.

THE AUTHOR.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
	[PREFACE]
I.	[OUR BANKER]
II.	[SWIPE DAYS]
III.	[A MAN OF THE WORLD]
IV.	[BEING A SPORT]
V.	[MOVED]
VI.	[THE VILLAGE MAIDEN]
VII.	[A BANK HOLIDAY]
VIII.	[A SPORT GONE TO SEED]
IX.	[THE SEED MULTIPLIES]
X.	[TROUBLE COMES]
XI.	[JOYS OF BANKING]
XII.	[SOME WHEEL-COGS COME TOGETHER]
XIII.	[THE MACHINERY GRINDS]
XIV.	[POKER AND PREACHING]
XV.	[FIRED]
XVI.	[BLACKBALLED]
XVII.	[A BANKER'S GIRL]
XVIII.	[IN THE COUNTRY OF OUR COUSINS]
XIX.	[FAR-AWAY GREEN FIELDS]
XX.	[HIGH FINANCE AND PROMOTING]
XXI.	[THE ASSOCIATED BANKCLERKS OF CANADA]
XXII.	[SHE WAITS FOR US]

A CANADIAN BANKCLERK

CHAPTER I.

OUR BANKER.

The Ontario village of Hometon rested. It had been doing for so many years. There, in days gone by, pioneers with bushy beards—now long out-of-date, but threatening to sprout again—had fearlessly faced the wolf-haunted forests, relying, no doubt, upon the ferocity of their own appearance to frighten off the devourer.