The Sabbath came round again, but, alas! it brought no balm to the congregation; rather, was it a day of unrest. The plate-glass window still flashed in iniquitous effrontery; still the ungodly proprietor allured the stream of custom. 'He does not even refuse to take money,' Solomon Barzinsky exclaimed to Peleg the pawnbroker, as they passed the blasphemous window on their way from the Friday-evening service. 'Why, what would be the good of keeping open if you didn't take money?' naively inquired Peleg. '_Behemah_ (animal)!' replied Solomon impatiently. 'Don't you know it's forbidden to touch money on the Sabbath?' 'Of course, I know that. But if you open your shop----!' 'All the same, you might compromise. You might give the customers the things they need, as it is written, "Open thy hand to the needy!" but they could pay on Saturday night.' 'And if they didn't pay? If they drank their money away?' said the pawnbroker. 'True, but why couldn't they pay in advance?' 'How in advance?' 'They could deposit a sum of money with you, and draw against it.' 'Not with me!' Peleg made a grimace. 'All very well for your line, but in mine I should have to deposit a sum of money with _them_. I don't suppose they'd bring their pledges on Friday night, and wait till Saturday night for the money. Besides, how could one remember? One would have to profane the Sabbath by writing!' 'Write! Heaven forbid!' ejaculated Solomon Barzinsky. 'But you could have a system of marking the amounts against their names in your register. A pin could be stuck in to represent a pound, or a stamp stuck on to indicate a crown. There are lots of ways. One could always give one's self a device,' he concluded in Yiddish. 'But it is written in Job, "He disappointeth the devices of the crafty, so that their hands cannot perform their enterprise." Have a little of Job's patience, and trust the Lord to confound the sinner. We shall yet see Simeon Samuels in the Bankruptcy Court.' 'I hope not, the rogue! I'd like to see him ruined!' 'That's what I mean. Leave him to the Lord.' 'The Lord is too long-suffering,' said Solomon. 'Ah, our _Parnass_ has caught us up. Good _Shabbos_ (Sabbath), _Parnass_. This is a fine scandal for a God-fearing congregation. I congratulate you.' 'Is he open again?' gasped the _Parnass_, hurled from his judicial calm. 'Is my eye open?' witheringly retorted Barzinsky. 'A fat lot of good your preacher does.' 'It was you who would elect him instead of Rochinsky,' the _Parnass_ reminded him. Barzinsky was taken aback. 'Well, we don't want foreigners, do we?' he murmured. 'And you caught an Englishman in Simeon Samuels,' chuckled the _Parnass_, in whose breast the defeat of his candidate had never ceased to rankle.