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Show PAWNBROKER SEES HUMAN NATURE Comedy and Pathos Strangely Mingled in These Resorts of the City's Unfortunates. a silver watch chain. The pawnbroker said: "Well, as you're a steady customer cus-tomer I'll let you have a dollar on these, if you'll promise to take them; out again." "Ah, what's the use?'' was the sulky answer. "If you won'4 take the Lord's word for a dollar-fifty; pou won't take mine for a dollar." At a loan office on Sixth avenue a young fellow asked $4 on a wedding ring. The attendant nodded and put) the usual question as to the name. Th; man did not appear to hear him; ha ; was looking at the ring, and his lip quivered like a girl's. Suddenly he took off his overcoat and said eagerly:! t t, "Please take this instead. You see, i we're not long married and I'm afraid' she'd miss the ring." He went out into the niting air without his coat to but with the ring. New York Times In a pawn office on First avenue, near Tenth street, a red-nosed woman handed in a Marseilles quilt and a pair of sheets which had evidently been in recent use. The pawnbroker flung them back with a crisp, "Don't want 'em; they ain't clean." "You lyin' rogue an' robber, they're a blankety-blank sight cleaner than you," was the retort courteous. "Get out of here, madam, and never show you nose inside my door again," he commanded. "Don't ' dare 'madam' me," she shrieked, "or I'll have the law on you! I want you to understand that I'm a lady, an' me mother before me was a lady, too!" Finally she was ejected and went her way protesting. .In the same compartment stood a bleary eyed man whose breath aroused fears of spontaneous combustion. He -asked 50 cents on a pair of small boots, and clutching the coin, hurried to the saloon across the way. No sooner had he disappeared than a thin, frightened looking woman stole in. "He took the boot's off the child's feet," she explained to the pawnbroker, "and I followed him to ask how much he got on them. While he's sleeping it off to-night I'll try and get the ticket away from him, and maybe I can scrape up the money to redeem them." In one of the pawnshops that dot Third avenue a man demanded $1.50 on a family Bible. The pawnbroker refused to accept it at any price, on the ground that he already had a stack of Bibles. The man then offered a gold pin snt with imitation stone, and |