Suffering From Rascality.
THE rascality of Conklin, the Secretary of the Market Savings Bank in New York, is felt with crushing weight by many of the unfortunate depositors in that institution. The Evening Post relates the following painful incidents as having occurred at the bank: “One old woman, a laundress, evidently an honest and hardworking person, yesterday visited the bank, and asked when she would be able to get some money, as she was greatly in need of it. The Receiver, who is compelled to listen to many such inquiries, asked her the amount of her deposit. ‘Twelve hundred dollars,’ she replied. ‘My good woman,’ said Mr. Worth, astonished, ‘Where on earth did you get such a sum?’ ‘Ah,’ said she, bursting into tears, ‘I have been working for that for ten years, and to-day I am in want.’ “This was bad enough, but something worse was to follow. An elderly gentleman, well dressed, but pale and careworn, and scarcely able to restrain his emotion, addressed the Receiver, and saying with forced calmness: ‘I am a lawyer; my name is—, and I have $4000 in your bank.’ Mr. Worth briefly replied, expressing his regret at the condition of affairs, and a hope that the loss of the money would not seriously inconvenience one so well off as his visitor appeared to be. ‘It is all I have in the world,’ replied the other. ‘I have, besides, one sick daughter entirely dependent on me for the comforts and necessaries of life, which, up to the present time, I have been able to obtain for her. On Wednesday night I told her, as gently as I could, that I was ruined. Yesterday afternoon I took her to a lunatic asylum.’ Here the speaker broke down, and after a brief struggle to regain his composure, rushed from the bank, unwilling that his weakness should be observed by the idlers around him. Scenes nearly as painful may be seen almost hourly.”