Pay Your Debt


WOULDN'T RUN IN DEBT. 


A New York paper says that the other day a little son of a well-known banking officer in Wall street lost his purse while coming from Central Park, and a stranger seeing his discomfort, paid his railroad fare, three cents. The boy, thanking him* said: "If you will tell me your name, I will bring it to you tomorrow."

"Oh! No," said the gentleman, "never mind about it."

The boy persisted, saying his father never allowed him to get in debt.

"I will not give you my name," replied the gentleman, "but I live at No.--, on street--."

The next morning the doorbell was rung at that house, and our little hero told the amused servant his errand.

"Which of the gentlemen is it?" said she; "there are several in the family. "The boy twisted on his heel, and after a moment's thought, said: "Have you a photograph book in the house?"  She brought it, and, turning over its pages, he said, pointing to one: " That's the one; please give him these three cents, and tell him that the boy who borrowed it in the cars yesterday left it to pay his debt."

If that little fellow grows up with the careful principles he has now, he will be a man that can be trusted.