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THE THREE BALLS. 55 blue feet to that place of Jewish extortion.- The broker as well as the merchant had dead failed. As Harrison stood there vainly dreaming, a strange, wild thought came ‘into his brain. It was thist he would turn broker, and enjoy the daily pleasure of beholding his wife and children. For a long time he laughed and chuckled like a child, at the idea; then, leaying the note where his wife would be sure to see it when she came home, he hurried from the house, toward the shop wf an old Jew by the name of Elam, and found him at home. “Well, what do you want ?” he cried, wrinkling his long «use, his eyes like two coals burning in the center, shining zefuight on his visitor. “fy hire the little hole opposite my house fora poor iend,” was the reply. “ Vat futle hole? Ish it in de pavement ?” queried the old “No, av; you know well enough what I mean—the three “Eh! aa ish ie—you turn broker—ha! it would pe goot,” and the eyes twiaxled with a Satanic merriment. “Nonsense ; 2 Cute to hire the shop for a friend,” said “ Ah! bur hash bm odered three dollars a week for him.” - “Too-much ; but for che sake of securing it, I'll ae gbe three and a quarter, and pay you down for two months.” ‘Done; you is a shentieman.” — “J wish I could return the compliment,” said Harrison. The Jew laughed, wrinxhng nis jong ‘nose, twinkling his bright eyes. -He woud have thought, if he had been in the secret, that this was very queer work for a man who contem- plated his own funeral. , zt “ When will your friend take ze snopY” asked the son of “Perhaps in two days,” was the repry. “ And if he not pay me goot when ze two months gone ?” “Then turn him out.” “ Ay! I turn him out,” was his quick answer; “do it a great many times. I says money or out—and it is shenerally out—he, he !” Harrison smiled, in fact he chuckled w himself. In his comliclbooks.com