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"Monkey business!" Kuhner said. "What sort of monkey business?" "I don't know," Abe replied, "but I'm going to find out right away. Promise me you wouldn't ship them samples till I come back." "Sure I will promise you, Abe," Kuhner declared. "When will you be back?" "To-morrow morning some time," Abe concluded as he rose to leave.
Nevertheless, long before Enrico Simonetti's term of employment had expired Abe was obliged to acknowledge his mistake. Not only had Enrico proved his efficiency and originality as a designer but he had exercised the utmost discretion in the management of the cutting room. Moreover, he had little taste for music and never so much as whistled a melody during working hours.
"Wait a bit, Miss Cohen. I ain't through yet," Abe said. He tilted backward and forward on his toes for a moment. "P. S.," he concluded. "We hope you'll like it in Canada." "Things goes pretty smooth for us lately, Mawruss," Abe Potash remarked, shortly after M. Garfunkel's failure. "I guess we are due for a schlag somewheres, ain't it?" "Always you got to kick," Morris cried.
Then Barbara directed them to carry him into the room she had prepared, while Willard Holmes returned to his chair to lie with closed eyes, suffering a deeper pain than the pain in his shoulder. When his wound had been dressed and he had eaten the tempting meal Barbara brought, Abe fell asleep.
Abe gave the word: "Now!" The two white men drove their spurs deep into their horses' flanks, throwing themselves forward in their saddles with the same motion. With mad plunges the animals leaped toward the highwaymen. Even as he spoke Abe's gun had cracked thrice in quick succession the Mexicans firing at about the same instant.
"Good reason, Moe," Leon Sammet cried; "it's rotten. That's one of last year's models." "What are you talking nonsense? One of the last year's models!" Moe Griesman cried indignantly. "Don't you think I know a new style when I see it?" "Moe is right, Leon," Abe said. "You ain't got no business to talk that way at all. The style is this year's model."
Old Abe was a great favourite with children, and he was always fond of them; sometimes old age turns folks sour, crabby, and snarlish with children, but age only mellowed him, and made him more loving and loved. An amusing incident came under my notice during the time I was minister at Wellhouse in the Huddersfield Circuit.
It was a singular crew, and especially in the matter of arguing. They were all older than I. Stevey Todd was a few years older. I recognised Abe Dalrimple here, for he came from Adrian, though I'd seen him but seldom before. Three more I'll name, Kid Sadler, J. R. Craney, and Jimmy Hagan, who was called Irish; for they were ones that I had to do with later.
"Go over to the Altringham yourself, if you think I'm stringing you." Abe turned without another word and hustled over to the Altringham. "Do you know a feller by the name Marks Pasinsky?" he asked the clerk. "Is he a guest of the house?" the clerk said.
He could hold his course with any of them, was his way of expressing it. And here something had intervened to shut him off in the middle of a narrative. Cap'n Abe did not like it. His keen vision swept the outlook once more. How darkly the clouds lowered! And the wind, spray-ridden down here on the open strand, cut shrewdly. It would be a wild night.
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