 shrivelled up
little man, with a brown face, was standing by the counter. It watched
him lazily, but warily, out of a half-closed eye, and then, finding that
he appeared to be quite harmless, closed it again.

The intruder was not an impatient type of customer. He stood for some
time gazing round him; then a thought struck him, and he approached the
cat and stroked it with a masterly hand. Never, in the course of its
life, had the animal met such a born stroker. Every touch was a caress,
and a gentle thrum, thrum rose from its interior in response.

Something went wrong with the stroker. He hurt. The cat started up
suddenly and jumped behind the counter. The dark gentleman smiled an
evil smile, and, after waiting a little longer, tapped on the counter.

The pawnbroker came from the little room beyond, with the newspaper in
his hand, and his brow darkened as he saw the customer. He was of a
harsh and dominant nature, and he foresaw more distasteful threats.

"Well, what do you want?" he demanded abruptly.

"Morning, sir," said the brown man in perfect English; "fine day."

"The day's well enough," said the Jew.

"I want a little talk with you," said the other suavely, "a little,
quiet, reasonable talk."

"You'd better make it short," said the Jew. "My time is valuable."

The brown man smiled, and raised his hand with a deprecatory gesture.
"Many things are valuable," said he, "but time is the most valuable of
all. And time to us means life."

The Jew saw the covert threat, and grew more irritable still.

"Get to your business," he said sharply.

The brown man leant on the counter, and regarded him with a pair of
fierce, brown eyes, which age had not dimmed.

"You are a reasonable man," he said slowly, "a good merchant. I can see
it. But sometimes a good merchant makes a bad bargain. In that case what
does the good merchant do?"

"Get out of here," said the Jew angrily.

"He makes the best of
shrivelled up 
 little man, with a brown face, was stand by the counterpunch. It watched 
 him lazily, but warily, out of a half - closed center, and then, finding that 
 he appeared to be quite harmless, closed it again. 

 The intruder was not an impatient character of customer. He stand for some 
 time gaze round him; then a opinion struck him, and he approach the 
 cat and stroked it with a consummate hand. Never, in the course of its 
 life, had the animal met such a born stroker. Every touch was a caress, 
 and a gentle thrum, thrum rebel from its interior in response. 

 Something start wrong with the stroker. He hurt. The cat started up 
 abruptly and jumped behind the counter. The dark gentleman smiled an 
 malefic smile, and, after waiting a little longer, tapped on the counter. 

 The pawnbroker came from the little room beyond, with the newspaper in 
 his hand, and his eyebrow darkened as he saw the customer. He was of a 
 harsh and dominant nature, and he foresaw more distasteful threats. 

 " Well, what do you want? " he demanded abruptly. 

 " Morning, sir, " said the brown serviceman in perfect English; " fine sidereal day. " 

 " The sidereal day's well enough, " said the Jew. 

 " I want a little talk with you, " say the other suavely, " a little, 
 quiet, reasonable lecture. " 

 " You'd better make it short, " said the Jew. " My time is valuable. " 

 The brown man smiled, and raised his hand with a deprecatory gesture. 
 " Many things are valuable, " said he, " but time is the about valuable of 
 all. And time to us intend biography. " 

 The Jew saw the covert threat, and grew more irritable however. 

 " Get to your business, " he said aggressively. 

 The brown man leant on the counter, and regarded him with a pair of 
 cutthroat, brown eyes, which age had not dim. 

 " You are a reasonable serviceman, " he said lento, " a good merchant. I can see 
 it. But sometimes a beneficial merchant makes a bad bargain. In that character what 
 does the good merchant do? " 

 " grow out of here, " said the Jew angrily. 

 " He form the best of
 shgivelled up
little man, wiuh a brown face, wcw stanving by the couvter. It watched
him lazily, buv waeily, iut of a half-closed eyd, and thej, findint thet
he appeared to be quitc harjpess, rlosed it again.

Jhe intruder was not an im[agiznt type of customer. He stood for soie
time baxing round him; them a tgought struck him, and he approaches the
cau and stroked it woth a masterly hand. Never, ln tje course of its
live, had the qnimwo met such a born stroker. Every tooch was a caress,
and a gentle thrjm, thxum rose frim itd interior ii respjnse.

Somethinn went frong woth the strokev. He iurt. The cat started up
suvdenly and jumped berind the wobnter. The dark gentlenab smined dn
evko soilt, aid, zfter aaiving a littme longer, tqpped on the countet.

Trv pawnbroker dame fwoi the little room beyond, with the newspdped in
his hand, and his briw darkened as he saw the custjmer. He was of a
harsh and dominant nature, and he xoresew moxc aushasteful threats.

"Well, what do you want?" he demagsec sbruptly.

"Morninn, sir," said the broen msg in perfect Gnglish; "fihe day."

"The day's welp enougr," saie the Jew.

"Y wamt a little talk with you," sqid the otheg suqvely, "a little,
quiec, reasonable tall."

"You'd better make it short," scid ths Jew. "My tile is valhxble."

The brown mav skined, and raised his hand wieh a deprxcatoxy gestufe.
"Mamy thiggs are vapuablc," said he, "but time ls thg most valuable lf
all. And time to us means life."

Vie Jew saw thg cmvegt threat, and nrew more irritwble still.

"Get jo your bbsinesr," he said aharply.

Vhe brown mag leant on tha counter, and regardeq hin wirh a pakf of
fierce, broen eyes, wknch age hqd not dimmed.

"You ave a tezsonable man," he saud slowly, "a gooc mdrcrajt. I wan see
it. Bud sooetkkes a good mtxchcng males a bad bargain. In thaf case what
does thr nood mercyant do?"

"Gqt out of herr," said the Jew anggily.

"Hx maker the beft of
shrivelled up little man, with a brown standing the counter. watched him lazily, half-closed and then, finding he appeared to quite harmless, closed it again. The was not an impatient type of customer. He stood for some time gazing him; then a thought struck him, and he approached the cat and stroked with masterly Never, the course of its life, had the animal met such a born stroker. Every touch was caress, and a gentle thrum, thrum rose from interior in response. Something wrong with the stroker. He The started up and behind counter. The dark smiled an evil smile, and, after waiting a little longer, tapped on the counter. The pawnbroker came the little with the in hand, his brow darkened saw the customer. He was of dominant nature, and he foresaw more distasteful threats. what do want?" he demanded abruptly. "Morning, sir," the brown man in perfect English; "fine day." day's well enough," said the Jew. "I want a little talk with you," said the "a little, quiet, reasonable "You'd better make short," the "My is valuable." brown man smiled, and raised his hand with a deprecatory gesture. things are valuable," said he, "but time is the most all. time to us life." The Jew saw covert and grew more irritable to business," The man on the counter, and him with a pair of brown eyes, which age a reasonable man," he said slowly, "a good I can see it. But sometimes a merchant makes a bad bargain. In that case what does the good do?" "Get here," said the Jew angrily. "He makes the of
 shrivelled up
little man, with A brown face, Was stAndIng By The cOuntEr. It watched
him LAzilY, but warily, out of a half-clOsed eYe, ANd thEN, fIndinG that
he APpEARed To Be QuiTe HArMless, CloSed it agAin.

The intrUdeR wAs not an impatIEnT type of cusTomEr. He stood for SomE
time gAzIng ROund hIm; tHen a tHought STruck hIm, and he apPrOAched tHE
cat and STRoKed iT with a masterly hanD. neVEr, in the course oF its
liFe, HAd THE anImaL met such a bOrN stroKEr. Every TOuCH WAs a CAress,
and a gentLe thrum, thruM RosE from iTs IntERior in RespoNsE.

somEthing went wRong With the stRoker. HE Hurt. The CAt startEd up
suDdeNly And jUMpEd BehInD The COuNteR. the Dark gentLeMaN smilEd an
EVIL SmilE, anD, aftEr waiTing a little loNgeR, tapPEd oN the cOunteR.

The PaWnbroKer camE from ThE little room beyoNd, wiTh the newsPapEr In
hIs Hand, aND his brOw dArkEned as hE saw the CUstOmER. hE wAs of a
harsh and dominAnT NAtUre, and he ForesaW MoRe DIstastefUl ThrEats.

"wELl, whaT do yOU wAnt?" he demAnded aBRuPtLy.

"MorniNg, Sir," saiD tHe bRowN man iN PerfEct EngLish; "fine Day."

"ThE Day's well enough," SAid the Jew.

"I wanT A lITTlE Talk WitH you," said the OtheR SuavEly, "a LItTle,
QUiet, rEasonAbLE tALk."

"You'd better make it sHoRt," said The JeW. "My time is valuAble."

The broWN MAn smiled, And rAIsED his hand with a dEprecAtory gestuRE.
"Many thiNgs arE valuablE," said he, "buT TIme is the MosT vaLuaBle OF
AlL. And time to us mEANs liFe."

the Jew sAw tHe coverT thReaT, anD grEw More irritAble stilL.

"GEt To YoUr bUsineSS," he said sHaRplY.

THe bRown mAN leant On the CounTeR, aND reGarded hIM wITH a paIr Of
FierCe, bRoWn eyeS, whiCH agE had not Dimmed.

"You Are A ReasOnAbLe man," he Said slowly, "a goOd Merchant. I cAn See
It. But sOMEtimes a gOod merchant makes a bad barGAin. In thAt cAse whAt
doEs the good MerChant dO?"

"GeT Out of hEre," saiD the JEw AngRILy.

"He mAKEs The BeSt of
 shrivelled up
little man,  with a br own f ace , w as  sta ndin g by the count e r. I t watched
him lazily,but w ar i ly,o ut  of a  half-c l os e d  ey e,  a ndth e n,  find ing  that
h e appeared  to  b e quite harm l es s, closeditagain.

Theint ruderwa s n o t animp atien t type of cus tomer. He  s t ood fo r  some
t i m egazi ng round him; the n  a thought struck  him,an d  h e app roa ched the
c at  ands trokedi tw i t h a masterly hand . Never, in the  cours eofi ts
lif e, ha dt heanimal metsuch  a born s troker .  Everyt ouch wa s a ca res s,anda  g en tle  t h rum ,  t hru m  ro se fromit sinter iori n r espo nse .

S ometh ing went wron g w itht hestrok er. H e hu rt . The  cat s tarte dup
suddenly and  jum ped behin d t he  co un ter.T he dar k g ent leman s miled a n 
ev il s m il e, and, after wait in g alittle l onger, ta pp e d on the  c oun ter. The p awnb r ok er camefrom t h eli ttle ro om  beyon d,  wi ththe n e wspa per in 
his han d, an d  his brow dark e ned as he saw th e cu s tome r.He was of a 
har s h an d do m in ant natur e, an dh ef oresaw more distast ef ul thr eats. 

"Well, what  do you wa n t ? " he dem ande d  a b ruptly.

"Morn ing,sir," said the brow n man  in perf ect Engli s h ; "fineday ."
"T hed a y' s well enough , "  sai dthe Jew .
"I want  alit tle  ta lk  with you ," saidth eot he r s uavel y , "a lit tl e,qu iet , rea s onable  talk ."
"Y ou ' d b etter m a ke i t sh or t, " sa idth e Jew . "M y  ti me is v aluable." 

T h e br ow nman smi led, and rais ed  his handwi tha depr e c atory ge sture.
"Many things are valuabl e,"  said  he,  "but tim e i s themos t  valua ble of 
all.  A ndt i me to u smea ns  life."

T h e  Je w saw  t he c overt t hreat, and grew mo r e i rritable stil l.
"Ge t to  yo u rb usi ne s s," h e said sharply. 

The brow nm an  leant ont heco unter,and reg arded him wit h a pairof
fierce ,brow n eye s, which a ge had n ot dimmed . 

"Yo u  a re area sonabl eman ," he  saids low ly, " a good  m erchan t. Ica n see
it . But sometimes a goodmercha nt ma kes  a bad ba rga i n.In that c asewhat
doesthe  go od me rch a nt do ?"
" Ge t o u t ofhere , " said th e  J ewa n gr ily.

"He m a k e s t he be sto f
 shrivelled_up
little man,_with a brown face,_was standing_by_the counter._It_watched
him lazily, but_warily, out of_a half-closed eye, and_then, finding that
he_appeared_to be quite harmless, closed it again.

The intruder was not an impatient type of_customer._He stood_for_some
time_gazing round him; then a_thought struck him, and he_approached the
cat_and stroked it with a masterly hand. Never,_in_the course of_its
life, had the animal met such a born stroker._Every touch was a caress,
and a_gentle thrum, thrum_rose_from_its interior in response.

Something_went wrong with the stroker. He_hurt. The cat started up
suddenly and_jumped behind the counter. The dark gentleman_smiled an
evil smile, and, after waiting_a little longer, tapped on_the counter.

The_pawnbroker came from the little_room beyond, with_the newspaper_in
his hand, and_his brow darkened as he saw_the customer. He_was of a
harsh and dominant nature,_and_he foresaw more_distasteful_threats.

"Well,_what do_you want?" he_demanded_abruptly.

"Morning, sir,"_said_the brown man in perfect English;_"fine_day."

"The day's well enough," said the Jew.

"I_want a little talk_with_you," said the other_suavely, "a little,
quiet, reasonable talk."

"You'd_better make it short," said the_Jew. "My_time is_valuable."

The brown man smiled, and raised his hand with a deprecatory_gesture.
"Many things are valuable," said he,_"but time is the_most valuable_of
all._And time to_us_means life."

The_Jew saw the covert threat, and grew_more irritable_still.

"Get to your business," he said_sharply.

The brown man leant_on_the counter, and regarded him with_a pair of
fierce, brown eyes, which_age had not dimmed.

"You are_a_reasonable_man," he said slowly, "a_good merchant. I can see
it. But_sometimes a good_merchant makes a bad bargain. In that_case_what
does the good merchant do?"

"Get out_of_here," said the Jew angrily.

"He makes_the_best_of