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 you know, Abe, I miss the train and Frank Walsh takes away my trade.  What do I care about your wife’s relations, Abe?”

“That’s what I told you, Mawruss.  Wife’s relations don’t do nobody no good,” Abe replied.

“Jokes!” Morris exclaimed as he moved off to the rear of the store.  “Jokes he is making it, and two thousand dollars thrown into the street.”