New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-09-30

"Wel may you call me a fool, Ikey can't deny IT,
I can't even lift my voice in protest No man IN his
sober would have sold that necklace of glorious
gems for such a miserable ptance. Here, lkey take
back your money and give me my pearls
| lie held out the greenbacks with one hand, while
with the other he placed his handkerchief TO his eyes,
of which with great dextcrty no reserved consid-
cradle corner for the purposes of observation Al me
time, Becky, well knowing that she had bought
the pearls for a which, though probably moro than
her husband would have consented to give, was still
far less than their value, handed him the necklace.
The pawn broker looked from money to jewels and
from jewels to money with expression of curously
mingled grief and greed Finally taking Mr. Rcketty by
the coattas, he dragged him toward the door, saying,
neer pack by anydIngs vat mine wife does, mees-
ter, but you hat shewels some more yust COON
along ven vas Ply der shtOre mineselluf, hey"
Mr.. Rickety shook his hand effusvely. II Will.
Ikey, I Will These very unsatisfactory
to deal with Au revor key Au revor madam y
and bowling with tie utmost urbanity to the genial
Becky, he strobe into the street
1t was easy to see, as Mr. Ricketty wandered aim
essy down the Bowery, that his humor was entirely
amabe. The knobs of ruddy flesh under his twinking
black eyes encircled by set Of merry wrinkles
and his mustachc had expanded far across his face.
He had gone as far as Canalst. and was just about
to turn the corner when he heard low chrpng sort
of whistle All in second his face changed It's ex
preston The merry wrinkles melted and his mustache
drew Itself compactly together. But he did not turn
his head alter his gait He walked on for several
steps until he heard the whistle again, and this time
It's tone was sharp He stopped, wheeled around
and encountered two men.
One Of these was darby tinted, strongly built man,
with big brown eyes, tremendous arms, and an OPP
| pressve manner To him Mr. Ricketty at once adj
dressed himself
:" All, my dear Inspectors he cried, gayly. "Pm
| IRE
and hearty"
| eyes. stevc7 replied the Inspector, I'm feeling
fairly we'll Steve and how is it with YOUR
$50, 500
al haven't happened to meet you recently, steve.'
| "Well no. Inspector I've been West, but my
brothers death"
a never knew you had brother, stcve3'
"O yes, Inspector; and a charming fellow he was
He died last week and"
/ "Was he honest, Sevc!'
GAS honest a quart measure.a
| "And did he tell the truth %
Like a sun-dal'
"Then it's an almighty pity he died, for you need
that kind of a man in your family, Steve"
Mr. Rcketty closed of his little black eyes and
drew down the ends Of his mustache, but beyond this
indirect method of communicating his thoughts he
made no reply to this observation.
II suppose you're not contemplating very long
stay IN the city. steve ~ suggested the Inspector
| "N-n-no," said Mr.. Rcketty.
| "You seem in doubt :" ~ 49,, ,. ..
| "Well on the whole, | shouldn't wonder If that
wouldn't be best Your brothers estate can be settled
up, fancy, without you
We'll then, good-by, Steve, and mind now, this
Al right. Inspector good-by!,
As Mr.. Ricllctiy disappeared down Canal-st. In
spector Byrnes turned to his friend and said: That
fsIlow was clergyman once, and they say he could
preach a brilliant sermon'