A Man and His Money

Excerpt

The speaker—­a scrubby little man—­wheeled in the rickety office chair
to regard some one hesitating on his threshold.  The tones were not
agreeable; the proprietor of the diminutive, run-down establishment,
“The St. Cecilia Music Emporium,” was not, for certain well defined
reasons, in an amiable mood that morning.  He had been about to reach
down for a little brown jug which reposed on the spot usually allotted
to the waste paper basket when the shadow of the new-comer fell
obtrusively, not to say offensively, upon him.