Jom had offered Tom threepence for his bag of whito alloys and striped taws, and Tom, after chaffering, had consented to trade. But tho operation muat bo a cash one— money down, and no orodit. This was conceded as tlie basis of tho bargain, and Jem hold out his hand for the marbles. " Monov firat," aaid Tom. " Marbles firat," aaid Jom. " D'yo mean to think I'd cheat ye, saj P" osolaimod 'lorn, indignantly. " Don't know," roplied Jem j " ticklish times theso. Don't know whom to trust nor for how long now-a-days." "Well, thon," says Tom, "there's Sam thoro. You givo him your money, and I'll givo him my bag of marbles, and when he's got 'em both I'll toll him to give you the marblos, and you'll tell him to give me the threopenoo, and ao th it'll be all right." " Agrood," aaid Jom. And "agrood," aaid Sam, and tho deposits woro made. " Now, hand ovor," said both the traders in a breath. But judgo of thoir horror when Sam,pooket> ing both monoy and marbles, took to his heels, his head over his shoulder, exolaiming to the astonished depositors, " Spooio payment suspended !" Thero was a " run " on that bank.