Crash! Kitty had dropped her plate, and, to the surprise of every one--especially to me,--she walked over to where Stigler was sitting, gave his hair a vigorous pull, and said: "Arrah, now, ye dir-rty blackguard, ye're not a gintleman yerself, an' ye doan't know one, if ye see one. Mr. Black, there, is too much of gintleman to sile his hands on the likes o' you, but _I'm not_!" and with that she gave him a resounding box on the ear. Stigler jumped up with an oath, while old Pierre ran from behind the counter; Stigler, black with rage, Pierre almost crying with vexation. Stigler caught Kitty by the arm and angrily swung her around, and then--I forgot myself. I rushed at him and caught him fairly under the jaw. He fell back among the tables; and then some people caught hold of us, and held us both back. Finally Stigler walked out of the restaurant, without another word, while I sat down at the table to eat my steak; but I was trembling all over with the excitement and could eat nothing. I felt that there was nothing I wouldn't do to be able to run Stigler out of the town. Why he should be so bitter against me I didn't know, unless it was that my business was slowly growing. Of course he had been fond of Betty, but surely he was all over that. Old Barlow came over to the store, having heard of the fracas. "Look here, Black," he said, "I want you to forget that fracas. Forget Stigler as much as you can. If you see him, don't speak to him; but just drive ahead and 'saw wood.' If he likes to waste his energies in thinking up ways of getting revenge, why, let him do so. Just keep your attention on your business and you'll have a successful business when he is forgotten. No man can build a successful business on spite. No man can increase his bank account while he's trying to make his business a weapon to secure revenge against some one else. I have seen so many business men spoil themselves because they began to worry over competition, and, instead of just seeing how they could improve their methods of business they spent good time in seeing how they could fight one individual competitor. Success to-day isn't made by downing the other fellow, but by building up one's own efficiency in business methods. There's room for you and Stigler and me in this town--in fact," he said with a smile, "we are going to have a little more competition yet." "Where?" I asked, surprised. "In Macey Street." Macey Street was a busy little street connecting High and Main. "Who is it?" "I don't know; but I understand it's one of a chain of stores." "What kind of goods are they going to handle?" "Kitchen goods, same as you." "H'm," I said with a grin, "I guess I'll have to go into the agricultural implements business and compete with you!" "Go to it! Good luck to you!" But he knew that I couldn't do that, for I hadn't the money to put in the necessary stock; and, besides, Mr. Barlow had had that business for years.