"THERE is one honest man in the world, I am happy to say," remarked
a rich merchant, named Petron, to a friend who happened to call in
upon him.

"Is there, indeed! I am glad to find you have made a discovery of
the fact. Who is the individual entitled to the honourable
distinction?"

"You know Moale, the tailor?"

"Yes. Poor fellow! he's been under the weather for a long time."

"I know. But he's an honest man for all that."

"I never doubted his being honest, Mr. Petron."

"I have reason to know that he is. But I once thought differently.
When he was broken up in business some years ago, he owed me a
little bill, which I tried to get out of him as hard as any one ever
did try for his own. But I dunned and dunned him until weary, and
then, giving him up as a bad case, passed the trifle that he owed me
to account of profit and loss. He has crossed my path a few times
since; but, as I didn't feel toward him as I could wish to feel
toward all men, I treated him with marked coldness. I am sorry for
having done so, for it now appears that I judged him too severely.
This morning he called in of his own free will, and paid me down the
old account. He didn't say any thing about interest, nor did I,
though I am entitled to, and ought to have received it. But, as long
as he came forward of his own accord and settled his bill, after I