ight.

Saturday dawned, and with it the sprout of an idea had shoved through
the graveyard ground of Honey Tone's dejection. In mournful tones,
hardly hoping that success would attend his latest scheme, he announced
it to his guardian deppities. "Brethren, yo' leadeh's efforts has been
rewarded like de oil in de widow's croose. F'm now on us pays back de
original 'scription wid a hund'ed per cent intres', an'--hearkin' unto
dese words--oveh an' above de 'riginal an' de intres', a bonus equal to
de 'vestment! Doan ask what de Lawd means when de blessin' showers
down. Git in de rain an' git wet wid cash. Th'ee fo' one--dat's whut
pays!"

At evening, before he took his place at the pay table, he repeated the
announcement. The rooms of the Temple were crowded and the flock was
silent, hanging with acute interest on the Soopreemest's words. Honey
Tone held up his hand. He bowed right and left, and the glittering
tinsel on the mandarin cap reflected the colour of minted gold from the
yellow lights. He held aloft the hilt of the gilded sword that swung
from his yellow belt. He sheathed his sword and parked his nervous left
hand in the folds of the yellow sash that draped across his chest.
"Brethren ob de Temple: Sow an' reap. As you sows, you likewise reaps.
De Goddess of Gold, an' de lady's husban' ol' man Midas, has smiled
agin upon ou' humble efforts. Tonight Ah makes a momentous announcement
befo' Ah returns wid intres' de 'vestments you made las' week. Up to
now de 'financial repayments has been two fo' one. F'm now on us pays
twice dat much!"

He paused to let his words sink in. "Fo' eve'y dollah you 'vests you
gits de dollah back, anotheh dollah for intres', an', as a special
bonus, anotheh dollah whut makes de th'ee fo' one. Dis Special
'Vestment Depahtment is open now an' will be run wid de lef han' whilst
de right, not knowin' whut de lef' han' does, pays out yo' las' week's
cash. Fawm in line. Ah pays an' receives at de same table. Who is de
fust brotheh? Yass indeed! Heah's yo' money--an' you says you craves to
'vest it in de th'ee fo' one fund. Praise de Lawd! De los' sheep sees
de light."

Some there were who failed to see the light, but by strenuous
persuasion Honey Tone managed to reclaim enough of his payments to
piece out the missing thousand.

Over and above the success he enjoyed in keeping his epidermis free
from the parked razors of revenge, he pouched a few hundred dollars'
surplus before the hour