IS YOUR NOTE GOOD?"



A BOSTON lawyer on School Street was called upon a short time ago by a boy who inquired if he had any waste paper to sell. 

The lawyer has a crisp, keen way of asking questions, and is, moreover, a very methodical man. So, pulling out the lower drawer, he exhibited his stock of waste paper, laid smoothly in, sheet after sheet, a solid mass.

"Will you give me twenty-five cents for that?"

The boy looked at the paper doubtfully a moment, and offered fifteen.

"Done," said the lawyer; and the paper was quickly transferred to the bag by the boy, whose eyes sparkled as he "hefted" the weighty mass.

Not till it was safely stowed away did he announce that he had no money.

"No money! How do you expect to buy paper without money? "Not prepared to state exactly his plan of operations, the boy made no reply.

"Do you consider your note good? " asked the lawyer.

"Yes, sir."

"Very well; if you say your note's good, I'd just as soon have it as money; but if it isn't good, I don't want it.

The boy affirmed that he considered it good: whereupon the lawyer wrote a note for fifteen cents, which the boy signed, and lifting his bag of paper, went away.

Soon after dinner the little fellow reappeared, and, producing the money, said that he had come to take up his note.

"Well," said the lawyer, "this is the first time I ever knew a note taken up the day it was given. You keep your honor bright, very bright."