One Dollar's Worth Of Gratitude

In one of the city's large dry goods shops last week a'little cash girl brought to one of the heads of departments ín the course of the early after noon hours of Tuesday a woman's purse. She had jusi picked it up, she said, on the floor, near the counter, and she remarked as she passed it over that she gnessed it was "stuffed f uil." The floorwalker opened it and saw at a glance that her opinión was justified. Carrying it to the superintendent's office, he, Tih that personage, counted the money. The pnrse contained $5,066. There were ten five hundred dollar bilis, a check for forty dollars and some small bilis and change. Within half an hour a palé faced woman appeared at the office, asking breathlessly if purse had been recently found in the shop. The well stocked pocketbook was hers. She had not left the shop before missing it, discovering her loss at an up stairs departinent to wliich she had gone froin the one where the purse escaped her. Her identification of the money, including drawer and drawee of the check, was complete, and it was promptly delivered to her. She thanked the superintendent warmly, and was about to leave the office when that gentleman suggested that she owed the recovery of her money to the honesty of the little cash girl. "Do you think, madam," hé said pointedly, "such honesty ought to go unrewarded?" The woman stopped. "No, of course not," she said hastüy, and opening the just recovered purse she produced a silver dollar, which she gave to the girl. Then she departed with the fortune of whose seeping she was so careless, and of whose ïnding she was so unappreciative. - Her Point of View in New York Times.