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"I do that much," he agreed. "Good!" approved Johnny. "You want to be careful what you say, though, for Ersten is stubborn." "He is stubborn like a mule," Schnitt pointed out with sober gravity. "You must say you have come back to work in that place." "I'll never do it!" indignantly declared Heinrich, his face lengthening. "Certainly not," agreed Johnny hurriedly.
Ersten said. "The Rheinthranen!" repeated Heinrich in awe; and for the first time his eyes moistened. "Louis, we was always friends!" And they shook hands.
Im Kleide eines Kulturvereins auftretend, dem nur die geistige und die füörperliche Entwickelung der Bevölkerung Serbiens sowie deren materielle Kräftigung am Herzen liegt, enthullt die Narodna Oobrana ihr wahres reorganisiertes Programm in vorzitiertem Auszug aus ihrem Vereinsorgan, in welchem "die heilige Wahrheit" gepredigt wird, dass es eine unerlässliche Notwendigkeit ist, gegen Oesterreich, seinen ersten grössten Feind, diesen Ausrottungskampf mit Gewehr und Kanone zu führen, und das Volk mit allen Mitteln auf den Kampf vorzubereiten, zur Befreiung der unterworfenen Gebiete, in denen viele Millionen unterjochter Brüder schmachten.
"Not exactly," admitted Johnny, "but if he knew that he could have a workroom where there is a better light I know he would like to come. His eyes are bad, you know." "I said it makes him sick not to work," insisted Ersten. "If he wants to come he knows the way." "His job's waiting for him, isn't it?" "In this place, yes. In no other place.
"You don't mean to say you've left Ersten?" returned Constance in surprise. "I have retired from business," reiterated Heinrich. "Ersten wouldn't give papa enough room," broke in Mama Schnitt indignantly, "so he quits, and he don't go back till he does." "So I don't ever go back," concluded Heinrich.
"In this place?" asked Ersten, with parrotlike perfection. A lump came into Heinrich Schnitt's throat. He struggled with that lump, but the simple word "Yes" would not come. "I say yes; but I don't " Johnny jerked him violently by the sleeve. "He said 'Yes'," he informed Ersten. "Well, maybe," Ersten was decent enough to admit.
There was a sibilant sound as of many suppressed sighs of relief when Heinrich walked into the cutting room, but no man grinned or gave more than a curt nod of greeting for the forbidding eye of Louis Ersten glared fiercely upon them. He strode across to the table held sacred to himself and spread down a piece of cloth, bounded by many curves. Heinrich Schnitt gave it but one comprehensive glance.
"But must I do his coat cutting for a month yet?" protested the abused Ersten. "Nobody can do it in New York for my customers but Heinrich Schnitt and me." "It may not be a month. Just now he might take some of your more important work home, where the light is better. That would be working for you in this place." "Well, maybe," admitted Ersten puffing out his cheeks in frowning consideration.
Ersten listened carefully with frowns at some parts. "Well, I try it," he dubiously promised. They were in front of Schoppenvoll's now; and Johnny, noting Ersten's fretfulness, proved himself a keen student of psychology by suggesting: "I'm thirsty for that special drink of yours, Ersten; but suppose we put it off till after I've brought Schnitt."
"In saloons, men want to feel at home. In your business, your customers come because they get the best and they care nothing for the shop itself." "They like the place," asserted Ersten. "I've made a good living there for almost forty years. Why should I move?" "Because you would be nearer Fifth Avenue," Johnny ventured to interject, and spoke to the chauffeur, who drew up to the curb.
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