Edith Carpenter 
Your Money or Your Life 
A Story

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Tom Norrie sat at his desk in the great office, with his hands thrust deep in his pockets and his eyes lost in space. All about him men were hard at work, trying to clear of? The accumulations of the day in the brief hours left before the day should end. The Office boys ran to and fro, and the type writer girls were rattling their machines as if on a race for a stake. Through the whole great room sounded the murmurous hum of work – the scratching of pens, the rustling of paper, the low consultations between one clerk and another, the slamming together of the big books on the bookkeepers‘ desks, the steady reiteration of the stamping-machines putting their hall-marks on the checks and bills and letters of the day.