d line of
business of his new-found friend.

In the meantime Frank Walsh and his companion watched the white
scientist and the colored savant conclude their exhibition and cheered
themselves hoarse over the _piece de resistance_ which followed
immediately. At length Slogger Atkins disposed of Young Kilrain with a
well-directed punch in the solar plexus, and Walsh and his companion
rose to go.

"What become of yer friend?" the big man asked.

"He had to go out, Jim," Frank replied. "He couldn't stand the sight of
the blood."

"Is that so?" the big man commented. "It beats all, the queer ideas some
people has."

"Well, Mawruss," Abe cried as he greeted his partner on Monday morning,
"how did it went?"

"How did what went?" Morris asked.

"The prize-fighting."

Morris shook his head. "Not for all the cloak and suit trade on the
Pacific slope," he said finally, "would I go to one of them things
again. First, a fat Eyetalian by the name Flanagan fights with a young
feller, Tom Evans, the Welsh coal-miner, and you never seen nothing like
it, Abe, outside a slaughter-house."

"Flanagan don't seem much like an Eyetalian, Mawruss," Abe commented.

"I know it," Morris replied; "but that wouldn't surprise you much if you
could seen the one what they call Tom Evans, the Welsh coal-miner."

"Why not?" Abe asked.

"Well, you remember Hyman Feinsilver, what worked by us as a shipping
clerk while Jake was sick?"

"Sure I do," Abe replied. "Comes from very decent, respectable people in
the old country. His father was a rabbi."

"Don't make no difference about his father, Abe," Morris went on. "That
Tom Evans, the Welsh coal-miner, is Hyman Feinsilver what worked by us,
and the way he treated that poor Eyetalian young feller was a shame for
the people. It makes me sick to think of it."

"Don't think of it, then," Abe replied, "because it won't do you no
good, Mawruss. I seen Sol Klinger in the subway this morning, and he
says that last Saturday morning already James Burke was in their place
and picked out enough goods to stock the biggest suit department in the
country. Sol says Burke went to Philadelphia yesterday to meet Sidney
Small, the president of the concern, and they're coming over to Klinger
& Klein's this morning and close the deal."

Morris sat down and lit a cigar. "Yes, Abe, that's the way it goes," he
said bitterly. "You sit here and tell me a long story about your wife's
relations, and the first thing