Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-07-17

skin near the table, with his wickedy
clever face between his paws. and every
now and then blinked up at his heather
master, as though wondering whether he
had found any solution to the problem yet.
"ItSh no good, Loo" half whispered the
Jew, at length breaking the pause and
bringing his fingers down from his hair to
the table for something like the twentieth
time, the old plants will all be played out
now that this internal new law ish passed.
The sonivahs will be harder to get than
ever. and look at the rishk-fifteen years
on that blathted breakwater, just for being
found with few little klips on you. The
game amt going to be worth the candle
any more. If we don't find some new way
of getting them out that the tees won't
tumble to. 1t 'ud be worth a fortune to a
man who could hit on a real brand-new
fake just now, that 1t would, and If We
can't get one the industry's going to be
ruined, and that's all there ish to it,
The Chinaman looked at him stolidly
while he was speaking, and then, witR
broad. wooden smile, which crinkled his
eyes up into two little Sits, he nodded his
head after the fashion of one of his own
IDOLS and said sententiously and with the
air of one who knows what he is talking
about:
"Al light, Missa Lonefelt, no need
muchee scratch-head over dat. Kaff1r boy
plenty clever yet alice same muchee
searchee no good. Plenty new fake, too.
Dodge tecman easy all same's before. Yoh
hab no got to workee yet, Missa Lonefelt."
IF you've thought of a good new fake,
one that'n work, mind, and that the tees
aren't likely to get on to for a bit, I'm the
make it pay you well. Loo, will. s'welp
me. You know me. Loo, and we've done
business together before now, and I've al
ways treated you fair and square, haven't
1? If it's likely lay it's worth twenty,
no. I'll make 1t fifty, there. fifty down TO
let me into it, and the usual terms after
wards. That's good enough, amt it? 1
can't speak no fairer than that can l,
Loo, old pal?'
The Jew spoke eagerly, almost caressing
ly. to the yellow heather whom he would
have passed by without a wink in Main
street. There he was Augustus Lowen-
feldt licensed diamond broker stock and
share dealer. and all the rest of it, a man
with a reputation to lose as regulations
went then in Kimberley, and with future
before him; but here in Loo Chars back
sitting room he was just what the heather
was. neither better nor worse, an l. B. d.,
a fence" as they would have called him
In his native Whitechapel. and like him
potential felon, and so there was no need
for any overstrained etiquette between
them
Added to this he knew that his boys
must by this time be getting a very nice
little collection of gems together for him,
and he felt very natural anxiety about
them now that this detestable new law had
about doubled both the legal power OF
search and the penalties for being found
out.
Loo Chars almond eyes, wandered slow
ly from the dog to the Jew, and his head
began to wag again, but this time the other
way, and after little pause he said slowly
and meditatively:
Fifty pound tlen per cent not good
enough dis time Missa LonefeIt. not by
big heap. hab got thought here'-and he
tapped his shaven skull gently with one
of his long nails-"which make velly big
chop-tlen, twelve, maybe twenty thousand
pound allie same time, and no chance
catchee. Him worth pay for, Ell. Missa
Lonefelt?"
Ten thousand at a go-maybe twenty"
exclaimed the Jew, leaning forward with
twitching lips, and eyes all sglitter. What's
your Price, Loo give 1t name, and If 1
can meet you l will, s'welp me- You know
I've always been fair and honorable with
you"
me sell you one piece doggie five hun
died pounds
AS Loo Chat impaired this apparently ir-
relevant piece Of inform alton he slowly
waved one hand tow ard the mongrel on
the sheepskin, and smiled blandly he
added. and ve!y good chop. too. tink."
What! five hundred pounds for a bloom
in tyke, and a precious ugly one at that;
what's the good Of pulling my leg like
that when were supposed to be talking
strict business: what the blathes do want
with your dogT
Mr.. Lowenfeldt asked the question with
an air of disguised Indignation. of which
notice. He simply picked the cur up on
to his lap. and said In a tone Of calm and
almost digrj reproof:
me no pullee leg by talkee bizness, Missa
Lonefelt. Dis doggie no velly handsome.
maybe, but lie worth heap money alice
same. Him what you call patent l. d. b.
doggie. Now you watchee."
Mr.. Augustus Lowenfeldt did watch, and
that. too, with eyes which began to roll
somewhat wildly to and fro before many
moments Lad passed, for Loo Chats deft
fingers had by this time laid the thick
shaggy skin OF the dog open from the base
of the aeck to the root of the tail. Then,
putting one hand into the opening and
taking hold of the tail with the other, he
gingerly drew out the hind quarters OF
one Of those daintily shared hairless dogs
which his countrynen mostly affect In the
form OF fricassee.
The covering Of the head and shoulders
was q fixture, perfectly fitting and most