The Cecil Whig., 1873-04-12

{" He said as if he couldn't see you now
he'd wait till he could. So shut the dosl
and left him on the STEP"
"Then just 60 and tell him if he cant
tell you what his business is, he shant tel
me. And if he won't 60, send for police.
man."
The man went out, but presently re.
turned.
He says, sir, as you'd be sure to see
him if / said his name was Levi"
The word seemed to act like magic upon
Mr.. erode. He started, and looked more
like thunder than ever.
"Levi9 An old Jew dwarf as ugly as
sin? A thieving- looking rascal, with a
hump back and squirting eyes 9''
eyes, SIR"
"Then tell him to go to hell; and if be
won't, send for a constable and give him
in charge. And don't bother me about
him again.
Con what charge, sir?''
Anything on his face, if you like: it
would hang him any day.
Once more the man went out and once
more returned.
"He won't go, sir. He says as how he S
brought you-you know WHAT
81 know what? Yes, do know what.
Send for the constable"
But just then Nathan Levi himself en-
tered the room. The servant had forgotten
to close the street door upon him, and fol-
lowing him quickly, the visitor had walked
in without leave.
Mr.. erode started up in rage. "What!
you dare ~ he exclaimed. "Get out of
my house this instant, you old scoundrel,
or I'll have you kicked out before you
know where you are."
The Jew made no sign of resentment
1t was as if he bad said, "Kick, but hear -
81 ave brought you vot you wants, Mr..
erode" he said humbly.
The footman, who had taken note of the
long arms the enormous fists, and the
heavy feet of the intruder, and who thought
that, if any kicking had to be done, he
would rather have nothing to do with it,
went away, leaving the two rivals alone.
"Do you hear me ?" said Mr.. erode,
stamping on the floor.
Nathan Levi looked at him with indes-
cribable cunning.
81 ave shanged my mind" he said.-
"I did not tossh i'm In, after all. e yosh
found in the fender"
"And I've shanged my mind too,"
answered Mr.. erode, mocking him.
G You wouldn't take me at my word, and
the times gone by. Them as will not
when they may, when they will, they'll
find it too late in the day. So get out
"I ave brought i'm in my vaistcoat-
pocket. I will let you ave i'm very sheap
dirt sheap. Shay two 'undred thoush-
and"
81 don't know what you meaE You
must be mad or drunk
"Me mad ?" cried ont the poor old fel-
low; "me drunk 'Elp me, wish 1 'ad
the chanche! Vot-not dirty two 'un-
dred thousand for the big emerald that ish
worth shiksh millionsh ~
You mean to say you have got the big
emerald? A likely story! You look like
it, I must say"
"You did not believe me ven 1 shaid l
'ad tosshed i'm in."
"No: and l don't believe you now,
when you say you found him in the fen
der.''
"You want to beat me down, Mishter.-
Veil, will let you ave i'm for Won 'un-
dred thoushand. 1t is shin and shame, {"
he said, with terrible sigh; "but l am a
poor old man now. l can't make NO more
bargainish."
"Poohr'
"For ninety, then? Eighty On my
shoul, l can't shay no lessh. Eighty
thoushand guineash."
"Ah," said Mr.. erode, with sudden
and peculiar smile, /" l see. Come, new,
suppose 1 offer you ten thousand. I'll
give you minute to think it over"
"Vhat! ten thoushand dirty shovereighsh
for the biggest shtous in the vorld-ten
thoushand for what is worth shiksh mill
ionsh? Ten thoushand for the mosht beau.
tiful, the mosht preshieush, the mosht
wonderful thing that anybody ever shawl
For What 'ash been fought about by the
Shineshe and the Mogulsh and the Ash
tecsh, and everybody-for what I could
shell for vot like to the Queen herself to-
morrow What! ten thoushand poundsh ?
You are laughing at me, Mishter."
TO BE CONTINUED.