The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-03-03

| lies, Mr.. Marks" she screeched, drawing
her black brows together; land If you
think 1 do. you'd better get some one
else to look after the shop. I've got a
husband who can keep me. and I'm not
forced to stay here and be insulted. I'm
not Jael, to do your
Hold your tonguel'' Numbered Marks,
for he saw Teddy's eyes light up at the
mention Of Jael. That young man, de-
termined. after his indiscretion. to err, If
at all, on the other SIDE now maintained
a silence nothing If not discreet.
Hold you tonguei' repeated the Jew.
You know I'm not to be trifled with.
Tell me at once how the boy got into the
jar2"
It's all your fault" retorted Mrs.
Isaacs, somewhat subdued, but still turb-
ulent as the swell of the sea after a
storm. Yes, 1t is, Mr.. Marks. You would
have the little wretch hanging about
here for jobs"
II had my reasons for his hanging
round. Go on, can't your
We'll. was in the Office at the back
the day before yesterday, and thought
heard noise in the shop. At first I
didn't pay any attention to 1t; but after
a time I came in here to see what 1t
could be. / saw Nebby at that silver
table lingering the silver, and I believe
he came to steal"
Like enough, said Marks, coolly.
Hes a born thief What did you dor
IT caught up one Of those bamboo
canes" replied Mrs. Isaacs, pointing at
the rack, and made rush for him.
He tried to get out of the shop, but I
was between him and the door, SO he
couldn't Then he climbed I'D on that
shelf near the jar, and I got on a chair
to get at him. He made such noise
thought the police would be in every
moment, but 1 didn't care. My temper
was up, can tell you. l hit him once or
twice, then'-Mrs. Isaacs swelled with
rage-'the little wretch wiggled along the
shelf and dropped, feet foremost, into the
Chinese jar where I couldn't get ut
him."
This seemed probable enough. The shelf
alluded to was kind Of bookcase where
on various vases and ornaments We're
laid out. The jar before Teddy moved it,
had been at one end Of ii with the mouth
on a level with the shelf. An active lad
like Nebby would easily be able to slip
down into the jar
- HE broke a lot of things" continued
the woman, sullenly, land did not know
what to do" 1 knew how angry you
would be. He was in the jar laughing at
me, the little wretch! He refused to come
out unless I let him go. Of course L
did not promise any such thing For ten
to get him to come out; but it was no
use. At last he began to try and strug-
gle out himself. I was frightened to
death lest he should break it so with
great difficulty / laid it gently on its
side. Then before 1 knew where I was
he was out and through the door"
Little vagabondr' said Marks. HE
might have smashed the thing to bits.
You did wisely, Mrs. Isaacs. I'm sorry
for Master Nebby when I catch him.
Have you seen him since?'
mo, I haven't, Mr. Marks. I don't
think he'll show up here just yet awhile =
when he does, let me know. Mean
while, we'd better put the jar out Of
harms way before any more damage is
DONE
So saying. he wheeled it on the edge Of
its bottom to a corner Then he turned
to Nebby. Now, Mr.. Vyse. would you
mind returning with me to the Officer
mo, 1 don't mind. What is it you
want?"
81 want to know how 1T got into the
jar"
What is IT? Do tell me what 1t L, >,
cried Mrs. Isaacs.
Nothing to do with you retorted
Marks. sharply. ''AIl you've got to do is
to hold your tongue and attend to your
business. Come, Mr.. Vyse." and he led
Teddy out of the shop, while Mrs IsaacS
retired to be devoured by her curiosity.
1t is safe to say it would have gone hard
with Master Nebby had he come under
her hand just then.
(To Be Continued Daily.9