Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-03

"Yuss," said MT TaWsey, eatlng rapidly. q saw myself today" .,
 Tn looking glarse| -
 "Lor', Debby, no. But there wos a brat all rags and dirty face and sauce as I was when you saw me fust. He came into the shop as bold as brass and arsked fur book. l ses, What do you want with bookY and he ses, looking at the shelves so empty, I sees your sellin' off, he ses, so l jumped up to clip him over the 'ead, when he cut. Trays his name, Debby, and he's the kid as talked to that cold gent MT. Beecot brought along with him when he got smashed"
 "Tray, that's a dogs name," said Deborah, "old dog Tray, and quite good enough for guttersnipes. As to Mir. Hay, don't arsk me to say he's good, for that he ain't. Whats he want talking with gutter Trays?'
 And what do gutter Trays want with books?'' asked Bart, though to be sure twas impertinence maybe"
 Deborah nodded. That it was, and what you'd have done when you was a scrubby thing. Don't bolt your food, but make every bit 'elp you to 'ealth and long living. You won't 'ave gor- mandzing when we've got the laun- dry, can tell you"
 Next day Aaron went off in the after noon to Charing Cross hospital after holding conversation with broker who had agreed to buy the derelict furniture The shop, being empty, was supposed to be closed, but from force of habit Bart took down the shutters and lurked disconsolately behind the bare counter. Several old customers who had not heard of the sale entered and were disappointed when they l learned that Aaron was leaving. Their lamentations made Bart quite low spir- sted However, he was polite to all, i but his manners broke down when Hindoo entered to sell boot laces. '1 aint got nothing to sell and don't want to buy nohow," said Bart vio- 1 :ently.
 The man did not move, but stood im- passively in the doorway like bronze ttatue. He wore a dirty red turban carelessly wound round his small head, an unclean blouse which had once been white, circled by a yellow handker- chief of some coarse stuff, dark blue trousers and slippers with curled up i toes on naked feet. His eyes were black and sparkling, and he had well trimmed mustache, which entrusted oddly with his shabby attire. ''Hokar Is poor: Hoksr need money" he whined in monotone, but with his eyes Glancing restlessly round the shop. "Give Hokar-give," and he held out the laces
 Don't want any, tell you," shouted Bart tartly. "I'll call a pecler if you don't git"
 "Ho! ho. who stole the donkey:" cried a shrill voice at the door, and from behind the hawker was poked a tousled curly head and a grinning face, which sadly needed washing. You leave this cove alone, won't y? He's a pal O mine. D'y' see?" You git along with your pal then" ! cried Bart indignantly. If he don't understand kings English, you do, 1 Tray"
 | Tray darted into the middle of the shop and made face at the indignant shopman by putting his fingers in his ( inu his eyes. Hokar never smiled, but 1 showed no disposition to move. Bart, angered at this blocking up the door way, and by Trays war dance, jumped the counter. He aimed blow at the guttersnipes head, but missed it and fell full length. The next moment Tray was dancing on his body with his tongue out derisively. Then Hokar gave weird smile. "Kalee" he said to himself. "Kaleer'
 How the scene would have ended it is impossible to say, but while Bart strove to rise and overturn Tray, Aaron walked in past the Indian. What's this?" he asked sharply. Tray stopped his dancing on Barts prostrate body and gave a shrill whistle by plac- ing two dirty fingers in his mouth. ! Then he darted between Norman's legs and made off. Hokar stood staring at the bookseller, md after pause point ed with his finger. "One-eye." he said calmly, mo good!'
 1 Aaron was about to inquire what he meant by this insult when the Indian walked to the counter and placed some thing thereon. after which he moved away, and his voice was heard dying away down tho street: "Hokar Is poor. Eokar need money. Hokar Christian"
 What's thisT' demanded NOrmsn, again assisting Bart roughly 10 his feet.
 "Blest if I know" replied Tawsey, staring. They're mad. think" and he related the incoming of the Indian and the street arab. As for that Tray" said he. growing. "I'll punch ! his blooming cad when I meets him agin. dancing on me-yah. Allays med dlin'. that brat, jus as he wos when ! Mir Beecot was smashed"
 You saw that accident;r asked his master. fixing his one eye on him.
 'Yuss." said Bart slowly. T did. but Deborah she told me to say nOthink. { Mir BeecOt was smashed. and his friend. the cold eyeglarscd gent. pulled him from under the wheels of that there machine with Tray to help him. and between 'em they carried him to the pavement"