Too Cute

"Who paid ther fare in cents an' only put f our on 'em inter the box ?" called out a street-car driver as he pointed hi3 sharp face through the open car door. ïhree men and flve women sat as motionless as if made of pasteboard. "Was it you?" said he, pointing his ünger, that stuck out through a hole in his glove, at a fat woman. , ''No, sir, 'twant no sech thing." "Was it you?" and he pointed at Dan Pelter. "lïary. l'm a vartuous member of siety," answered Dan. 80 they all denied it, and the driver proceeded to remark: "Well, l'm glad 'twant none of ye. for one of them cents is er two-ddlaran'-a-half gold-piece, an' the company is gainer of two hundred and fortynine cents by that spec'lation." "My stars afl' garter!" exclaimed Dan, "that's jes' like all flnancial 'vestments. I was a-tryin' ter beat the company out of er cent. (in it back ter me. Here's your cent," and Dan Ihrust both hands down in his pockcts, while an aghast look spread all over his broad expanse of freclded face. "Yer tu cute, mister feller. Git np, ole Jack," and he drove on.