Filthy Lucre

" There's no such thing as money in this ountry !" was the exclamation of an Engishiuan a few days ago after a brief soourn in New York. It happened in this way : The Englishman, in the course of his business, found it necessary to obtain an advauce on some merehandise. He made ;he usual arrangement with a large commercial house to accotnmodate him. On joing to consummate it and receive the :ash, he was a good deal surprised when n lieu of it the senior member tendered o him the acceptance of the firm, payadle at ninety day's date. " What am I to do with this P" he inquired. " Take it to i. B. & Co." (naming some well-known )ankers), was the reply. " They will give 'ou the money at the legal rates." The 3nglishruan did as directed. He met no difEculty. The paper was acceptable, and although our hero did not touch the cash, he received a check for the proper amouut on a neighboring bank. Thither he repaired in the full confidence of laviugsometbing tangible. He was mistaken. The individual at the bank to whom he presented the check for payment seized it nervously, and in a rapid, incoherent manner scrawled some hieroglyphics on its face and thrust it back into the hands of its astonished owuer, motionïng him at the same time to stand aside for the next corner. The check had been duly ' certified." This was what the scrawl across its face meant. In a state of suspense and anxiety the Englishman betook himself to the person to whom he was indebted, and timidly exhibited what he had to offer. To his surprise his friend's countenance brightened. " Many, many thanks!" he exclaimed. " By the way, this amount is too large ; there will be something over a hundred dollars coming to you," and he proceeded to fill a check for it. The Englishman groaned in spirit. It was only another " piece of paper." And then it was he exclaimed, " There is no such thing as money in this country."