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"You was told distinctively we wanted it two lofts, not one, and here you come back with a one-loft proposition." Henochstein rose to leave. "If you think it you could get two up-to-date lofts on Seventeenth, Eighteenth or Nineteenth Street, Abe, for what you pay it here in this dinky place," he said, "you got another think coming." He opened the show-room door.

The sleepy man was not inclined to wake up. "You're early, Abe," was his only greeting. Hawk made no answer. After a further effort the drowsy man roused himself to the attention that seemed demanded in the case: "Going somewhere?" he mumbled perfunctorily. "Yes."

She set her chamber door ajar and suddenly heard the clash of voices. The one that seemed nearest to the stair was gruff, but feminine. "That must be Betty Gallup," thought Louise. "It is nearly six. I'll go down and interview the lady who Cap'n Abe said ought to sail before the mast." The foot of the stairway was in the back entry which itself opened upon the rear porch.

"Me, I am waiting here for somebody," Morris replied. "Bring me a glass of water and we will give our order later." "Right away!" said Louis, and hustled off to fill Abe Potash's order, whereat Abe selected a dill pickle to beguile the tedium of waiting. He grasped it firmly between his thumb and finger, and neatly bisected it with his teeth.

"Richard Strauss?" Morris asked. "You mean that feller Strauss of Klipmann, Strauss & Bleimer, I suppose?" "It must be the same feller," Abe said. "Seemingly everybody there knows him; and besides, Mawruss, that feller Strauss is another one of them musical fellers too. Only the other day Klipmann tells me that feller spends a fortune going on the opera with customers."

The moment he entered that bare and cloistral restaurant where Monsieur Jules could dish up such startling uncloistral dishes, his eyes fell on Abe Sheiner, a drum snuffer with whom he had had previous and somewhat painful encounters.

"What is the use giving presents and taking 'em back again? You could make from a feller an enemy for life that way." "Sure, I know Mawruss. An enemy for life is one thing, Mawruss, but thirty-five hundred dollars ain't to be sniffed at neither, y'understand." "Schmooes, Abe!" Morris cried. "The fiddle ain't worth even thirty-five hundred pins."

Neither combatant could throw the other, and Abe proposed to Jack to "quit." But Jack, goaded on by his partisans, resorted to a "foul," upon which Abe's righteous wrath blazed up, and taking the champion of Clary's Grove by the throat he "shook him like a child." A fight was impending, and Abe, his back planted against Offutt's store, was facing a circle of foes, when a mediator appeared.

Desire Edwards is going away," replied Perez, looking up at the Indian in a helpless, appealing way. "You no like have her go, Cap'n? You like better she stay? What for let her go then?" "I gave her a pass, Abe. She was so beautiful I couldn't help it." Abe scratched his head. "If she so preety, me s'pose you keep her all more for that. No let her go."

"This'll be good-by ter Brother Abe," Aunt Nancy had sniffed when the news came over the telephone the day before; and though Miss Abigail had assured her that she knew Abe would come to see them real often, the matriarch still failed to be consoled. "Hain't you noticed, gals," she persisted, "that thar hain't been a death in the house sence we took him in?