The Atlanta constitution., 1900-04-30

rant several thousands of pounds being
needed. but these at various periods were
paid him And in the office of Messrs.
Scrip and Morder nothing had disturbed
the even tenor of business.
"You haven't been put into the dock
yet. Morder." observed Mr.. Scrip, VINO
INDUCED in rough badinage when In good
humor. land you're "A sensible man to
have taken my advice tn pull together.
Where would you have been now, If you
hadn't?"
Mr. Morder was gloomy. There's worse
than being put into the dock, as you arC
pleased to express it," he replied. Il
don't suppose you can enter into my feel
ings. Mr. Scrip"
II don't know that / want to-" retorted
his partner. Feelings wouldn have put
Pattison's affair straight, and you
wouldn't be sitting in that chair at this
minute il you hadn't acted with me.
Don't talk about feelings and MIR. Nor
der rcfraincd accordingly.
IN the clerks office, Jean Kedar pursued
his duties mcthOdically. and studied the
money market Stocks and shares inter
csted him now. and his speculatiOns must
have been singularly lucky, for the placid
little man was on the high road TO that
fortune which it was his settled object TO
gain. lie made no change In his garb,
nor varied his frugal manner of living.
private room, would nod to him in his
friendly way. and jeans wistful look
would follow him as he passed, but be-
NOnd this nothing showed that he and
Mr.. Dorman knew each other. 1t was
only after Office hours and i'm unfrequent-
ed places that they had any conversation
together. and at these times Mr. Dorman
was apt To show temper. and Jean a
placid determination that nothing could
ruffle.
II may have been Jeans close attention
To business that prevented him from gain
Ing a knowledge of London, or his way
about II. His lodgings were a short dis
tance from Southampton street and he
could walk To and fro between the points
accurately, but whenever he wandered
from the beaten track he lost himself lie
would be hours recovering his way home
when this happened, and although ac-
customed To large cities, London streets
seemed 10 confuse him. There were GER
tain landmarks which saved him from
being totally lost, but these were not
always in view. When this was the case
he would 40 helplessly along at gentle
trot, looking for them. and it was upon
one of these occasions that he and Sylves-
ter Courtney chanced TO encounter each
other.
For some considerable time, Jean Kedar
had developed a great interest I'm the win
dows of certain shops, pawnbrokers and
dealers i'm second hand chattels more es-
pecially attracting his notice, and In a
secluded street that had but few way
farers through it, there attracted his no.
tice one of those mysterious emporiums
whore old furniture. antique jewelry. mis-
~ paintings and dust were mingled TO he
nc.r disturbed, or wanted, or even in
qu. "bout by anyone. Along the win
dow vent a ledge inside, on which was
displayed such a heterogeneous collection
Of useless things. as only such a shop
could have shown, for there were sets
and pieces of false teeth, the wearers
of which had long since passed the need
OF them, battered spoons and forks, and
a horn snufboN, together with various
other articles, that had rested there month
after month. until mold and tarnish had
given them quite a respectable antiquity.
Sylvester Courtney, lounging through the
quiet street one afternoon. glanced at the
window casually and was passing on when
something caused him to stop. For. amid
the lumber on the shelf lay a pocketbook,
with two initials and a crest on the cover
and he bent down examining IL attentive
ly. whilst at the same moment he was
conscious of someone who had placed him
self at his side and was doing the same
thing. The newcomer was Scrip and
Morder'S clerk. and Sylvester drew back,
his intention being to inquire the price of
the book and he waited until Jean. who
had entered the shop, should come out.
Then he saw a hand stretch from behind
the faded curtain that guarded this treas
ury of useless things and close over the
book.