to the banker he looked for a reply.

"It's no good-morning to me," replied the banker fiercely. "The
night has brought devilish work to my home."

"What do you mean, my friend?" was the judge's quiet reply. "What
has the night done?"

"Played the devil! Don't you try to trifle with my sorrow. That son
of yours has already wrought me injury enough. Don't you attempt to
mock me. I warn you, Le Grande, I warn you!"

Astonished by these mysterious words of the Hebrew, Judge Le Grande
gravely assured Mr. Mordecai that he knew nothing of the trouble
that had befallen him, and repeatedly asked, "What has my son done?"

"Done? Alas! he has done that which would to God I could undo!" was
the reply, uttered angrily and savagely. "But as I cannot undo it, I
shall curse it-curse it from the depths of my soul! He has married
my daughter? Stolen her-taken her away in secret from my house, and
they have wisely fled from my presence!"

"Married your daughter!" ejaculated the judge, the truth faintly
dawning on him. "Surely that's a mistake."

"Indeed it is a wild mistake; I would to God it were otherwise."

"By what authority do you make this assertion?" continued Judge Le
Grande, evidently aroused by the dawning truth.