pen to have on
hand some made-up garments which you think is stickers?"

Henry nodded.

"Well, if I don't come downtown to-morrow morning and with all them
there stickers sold for you," Sam cried, "my name ain't Sam Gembitz at
all."

"Say, lookyhere, Mr. Gembitz," Henry protested, "you would make
yourself sick again. Come out and have a bite of lunch with me."

"That's all right, Henry," Sam replied. "I ain't hungry for lunch--I am
hungry for work; and if you would be so good and show me them stickers
which you got made up, Henry, I could assort 'em in lots, and to-morrow
morning I would take a look-in on some of them upper Third Avenue
stores, Henry. And if I don't get rid of 'em for you, understand me,
you could got right uptown and tell Babette. Otherwise you should keep
your mouth shut and you and me does a whole lot of business together."

Half an hour later Sam carefully effaced the evidences of his toil with
soap and water and a whisk-broom, and began his journey uptown. Under
one arm he carried a bundle of sample garments that might have taxed
the strength of a much younger man.

This bundle he deposited for safekeeping with the proprietor of a cigar
store on Lenox Avenue; and, after a final brush-down by the bootblack
on the corner, he made straight for his residence on One Hundred and
Eighteenth Street. When he entered he found Babette impatiently
awaiting him.

"Why didn't you stay all night, popper?" she demanded indignantly.
"Here I am all dressed and waiting to go downtown--and you keep me
standing around like this."

"Another time you shouldn't wait at all," Sam retorted. "If you want to
go downtown, go ahead. I could always ask the girl for something if I
should happen to need it."

He watched Babette leave the house with a sigh of relief, and for the
remainder of the afternoon he made intricate calculations with the stub
of a lead pencil on the backs of old envelopes. Ten minutes before
Babette returned he thrust the envelopes into his pocket and smiled
with satisfaction, for he had computed to a nicety just how low a price
he could quote on Henry Schrimm's stickers, so as to leave a margin of
profit for Henry after his own commissions were paid.

The following morning Sam arrayed himself with more than ordinary care,
and promptly at ten o'clock he seized his cane and started for the
door.

"Where are you going?" Babette demanded.

"I guess I would take a little walk in the park," he sai