His Word And His Bond

"There, I've dono U at last," said a merchaut, as he made an entry on kis books aud closed the cover of his ledger with au expression of genuino satisfactiou. "I have tried for a dozen years to get that man for a custonier, and this is the first time he has ever paid me a dollar or given me an order. ' ' "Hedoesn't look very prosperólas; but yoti can't always tell," said his friend. "ís he a laudholder?" "Doesn't own an acre, " was the response. ' ' Mannf acturer?' ' "Works on a salary. " "Money laid by?" "Don't tliink so: probably not above a few lrandred dollars at the outside. ' ' "Rich relatives - prospects - investments?" "Nothing of the sort. All his folks are in moderate circumstances, and there isn't even a suspicion of a rich uucle or a teapot or stocking hidden by any oíd auntie iu some out oí the way ohimney córner. No, the secret of my interest in that man's trade is that his word is as good as his bond and whatever he agrees to pay or whatever he bïiys you may kuow that he is to be depended npon. And his family are of the same sort. He has two sisters, one wid ■ owed and the other a naaiden lady, and everybody is very auxious to sell to theru because they are such good pay." Merchante have a very good chance to learn the peculiarities of human nature, especially as regards money matters. They find, and that very often, that those with the largest bank account and the broadest fields often have the smallest souls and the narrowest sause of