Amenities Of Banking

A man having all the attri trates of a tramp - be-draggled garments, unshaven and unshorn - stepped briskly hito a Titusville bank on Saturday afternoon, and approaching the cashier'a window, said: "Hope I ain't too late?" "Too hile for whilt?" "You haven' t closed the vault yet, have yon?" "Whafs that to you?" said the cashier, a he glaneed over towhere his jistols lay. "You see I want to borrow a five or ten to tide me over tul 1 reach Cinemnati." 'We have no money to lend." "Yes, bat you have thougl, when you know who I :ui. 1 am a delegal the Bankei .ilion ál Saratoga. - liead an elabórate paper before tjje rllíi(lll í "ín your owli casi to have arrived," suggested the eashier. "ín point of valuable information to bankera, my papr takea rank ahead of that submitttíd by Secaretary Sherman." 'We are uot lending auv mouey now atall." "I'm right in from the big convention," continued the stranger untöuehed. "Made a sliglit miscaloulation us to expense mpney, and found Fd be obliged to stop off it Titusville and ask yoo ïor a V. I don't rnind it, hoivever, as I have always had a desire to visit your beautiful little city and meet some of your aolid men." "l'erhaps 1 should have told you before that the vault was elosed." "Of course, you have a ïive in your pocket. No? Well, then, a two will do." "Havcn't a dollar about me." "Say fifty cents, then." The cashier said he didii't have it. "Make it a quarter." "Can't do it." "Make it a dime." "Til nut make it a red cent." said the cashier, as he moved about his business. "Oh, you won't won't you!" exelaiined the stranded banker, as he hitched up his forlorn pantaloons, danced about and made a l'eint t(i spring throügh the little window. "Ji 1 liad you out liere about two minutes and a half I would teach you some of the amenities of liankin-. You haren't a soul to save, you wall-eyed hypoerite, or you would unip at the chance to help a fellow-1 bnukcr in x delicate emei'iicncv like this." The cashier continund his work. waiiin a reasonable length of time, as il' to give the cashier an opportunity to reconsider, but which was not taken advantage of, the indignant stranger shook iiis finger through the part.iüou and said hoarsely: "liere I devote you and your impecunious gang to the cloven-footed and infernal gods, and if 1 don't report you to the next regular meeting ef the association, I'm a beaitiless goat," and he stalked grandly out oí the bank. - P trolcum 'A'urld. Mrs. Clark, of the town of Webster, Monroe county, New York, has onder cultivation wliat may be callod a chestnut orchard. It oocupies five or six acres, and was formed thlrty years ago ay thinning out a chestnut grove, loaving hore and there at regular intervals a young troe. The intermedíate spaces are plowed and Bowed to grass. The chestnuts pay in market a good interest upon tlie land, wliile tho inclosure serves also the purpose of a pasture. - During the war the mits brought $12 per busheL