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Updated: June 12, 2025
So had the tramp, whom Kitty had loaned to Otto for a few hours to help move some of the heavier furniture. He seemed to be especially interested in what was taking place, for he kept edging up the closer, dusting the Colonial sideboard close to which Kling and the man were standing, his ears stretched to their utmost, in order to miss no word of the interview.
We were shooting at a mark after dinner, when he asked me whether I would hold a halfpenny between my finger and thumb, and allow him to shoot it out. A halfpenny not being forthcoming, he took a bronze medal out of his waistcoat pocket, and I held that tip as a mark. "Kling!" went the air gun, and the medal rolled upon the floor. "Plumb in the centre," said he.
Is that enough?" and he laid down a dollar bill one Kling had given him. "Forty cents change, boss." "Keep it, and see he gets all he wants. And now here," he said to the tramp, "is another dollar to keep you going," and with a shift of his stick to his left arm Felix turned on his heel, swung back the door, and was lost in the throng.
Masie was equally enthusiastic, rushing down-stairs the next morning to throw her arms around his neck with an "Oh, Uncle Felix, I never, NEVER, NEVER was so happy in all my life!" Kling was still more jubilant. The success of Masie's banquet room had established him at once among bric-a-brac dealers as a competitor quite out of the ordinary.
The Kling said something to the Malay, who stooped down, and solemnly produced what looked like a great spiney nut, about as large as a boy's head. "That durian, sahib," said the Kling, smiling. "Oh, that's durian, is it?" said Tom, taking the great fruit in his hands, and turning it over and over. "Nice-looking offering for a lady," said Bob Roberts, laughing.
She succumbed, as she always did, when her "Uncle Felix," with his voice lowered to a whisper, his lips held close to her ear, either counselled or chided her, and a new joy thrilled through her as he explained how his plan was to be carried out. Kling lifted up his hands in protest when he heard of O'Day's innovation, but was overruled and bowled over before he had framed his first sentence.
If there were a full dozen they would bring a matter of fifteen or twenty pounds some hundred dollars of your money." Kling stepped nearer and peered intently at the stranger. "You give dot for dem?" The man's eyebrows narrowed. "I am not buying cups at present," he answered, with quiet dignity, "but they are worth what I tell you.
Then, as if some sudden resolve had seized him, he walked quickly to the rear of the store in search of his employer. Otto was poring over his books, his bald head glistening under the rays of the gas-jet, which he had lighted to assist him in his work, the morning being dark. "I have been wanting to talk to you for some time, Mr. Kling, about Masie," he began abruptly.
Not a Malay or a Kling has raised himself either as a merchant or in any other capacity to wealth or distinction in the colony. The Klings make splendid boatmen, they drive gharries, run as syces, lend small sums of money at usurious interest, sell fruit, keep small shops, carry "chit books," and make themselves as generally useful as their mediocre abilities allow.
I 'ate to see a chap like ye put to it like this, that's why I tell ye. 'Ard on your woman, but there's a shop hup on Fourth Avenue where they buy such things. A Dutchman by the name of Kling, right on the corner you can't miss it. Take it hup to 'im and tell 'im I sent ye we often 'elps one another."
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