Don't Trust

-Fiftv vears asm Grant Tborrjburn was standing behind his counter in bis ittle grocery on Broad Street, New York, wlien a man entered, a little worse ior liquor, and called for a glass of something to drink, saying at the etme timo that he bad no money, bilt would "pay to-morrow." "M rule is never to trust," said Mr. Thornburn. 'Til pay you, certain," exclaiuied the stranger. "There is no use in croftkinjr. I cannot break myrule," replied the imperturbable little Scotchitian, "Well, if yer aint willing to trust me, here's a Bible for s'euiity," said the man, taking from his pocket a beautiful gilt-edged Bible. "I take nothing for soourity but cash, sir,"' replied Mr. Thornburn. The man gazed at the diminutive form of the little trader in astonishmcnt, and thon, turning on hid heel, ho left the store, exehiiming : "Well, yer little dried up mackr'l, if yer cait take my word, nor the word of God, yer can go to the devil, and try hiin."