heir customers,"
said the broker.

"What is the name of your firm?"

"Chase & Atkins," answered the other glibly. "I am a relative of Salmon
Chase, ex-secretary of the treasury, and, since, chief justice of the
Supreme Court."

"You don't say!" ejaculated the farmer. "Salmon Chase is a great man."

"So he is. Thank you, sir, for your appreciation of my distinguished
relative. Of course, it doesn't make me any better to be related to that
great man, but I am naturally proud of it."

"Hadn't you better sell your coupons to him?" asked the farmer, who was
quite prepossessed in favor of the gentlemanly stranger.

"No, sir; I was instructed to sell in Wall Street, and I prefer to do
so."

"Oh, just as you please," said Mr. Chase. "You will lose by it, but
that's your affair. Good-morning, gentlemen. I have a friend in the next
car."

So saying, he bowed, and left the car.

"Well, my business was easily done," said the farmer.

"Will you allow me to look at the bills he gave you?" asked Harry.

"Sartain! Why?" and the farmer drew out his wallet.

Harry took one of the bills in his hand and examined it carefully, but
he was not an expert, and could not judge whether it was good or not.

"Don't you think it's good?" asked the farmer, uneasily.

"I presume it is; but I didn't like the looks of the man you had
dealings with."

"He is of good family," said the farmer.

"He says he is," responded Harry, significantly, "and I hope it's all
right. We'll wait till the conductor comes along, and ask him about the
bills."

Fifteen minutes elapsed, however, before that official made his rounds,
and during that time the train stopped at two stations. At one of these
Harry's suspicions were increased by seeing that Mr. Chase got out.

At last the conductor appeared, and Harry passed him the bill.

"Is that bill good?" he asked.

The conductor held it up to the light, and shook his head.

"No," he said; "it's one of a quantity of counterfeits that has lately
made its appearance. Where did you get it?"

"It belongs to me," said the farmer, his honest countenance exhibiting
much distress. "I took it in payment for some cowpons."

"Who gave it to you?"

An explanation was given.

"I noticed the man," said the conductor. "He is a well-known swindler.
Have you got any more?"

The others were exhibited. Out of them all the conductor declared that
only the one-dollar bill was genuine.

Probably it had not been t