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"I sold him goods for years," he added, "and I guess I would continue to do so, even if that Ganef Sammet would make twenty engagement parties for 'em. Did you see the samovar I gave 'em?" He pointed proudly to a silver-plated object, and Gurin glanced at it scornfully. "Potash & Perlmutter gives 'em solid silver," he commented "a wide dish." "Sure I know," Klinger said, "thin like paper."

"But you take a young feller like B. Gurin, Abe," Morris went on, "which all he needs is a wife to steady him and an up-to-date Medeena like Bridgetown to run a store in, understand me, and if we could put this thing through, Abe, not only we are doing a Mitzvah for all concerned, Abe, but we are making a customer for life."

I guess you hear already why I am coming to this country." Morris elevated his eyebrows. "I suppose you are coming here like anybody else comes here," he said. "Sooner as stay in the old country and be a Schnorrer all your life, you come over here, ain't it?" "No, siree, sir," Gurin replied emphatically. "If I would stay in the old country, Perlmutter, I don't got to be a Schnorrer.

"Schatchens don't like to fool away their time no more as I do, Gurin; and you could take it from me, no girl is going to the trouble to fix herself up and make a nice supper for you and the Schatchen simply for the pleasure of seeing a swell dresser, Gurin." "That's just the point, Mr. Perlmutter," Gurin said.

"You ain't, ain't you?" he bellowed. "Well, you ought to be, because so sure as you are standing there, comes Monday morning and we don't get a check from you, we would close you up sure, y'understand." "Now, lookyhere, Mr. Perlmutter " Gurin began, but the reaction set up by Morris's encounter with his partner had begun to have its effect and he seized Gurin by one padded shoulder.

First you are telling me you don't care about money, next you are kicking that the good-looking ones couldn't cook, y'understand, and then you say you ain't so particular about cooking anyway. What for a kind of girl do you want, Gurin?" Gurin continued to examine his finger-nails and made no reply.

"You mean, Mawruss," Abe said slowly, "you would try to make up a match between B. Gurin and Mrs. Gladstein?" "Sure, why not?" Morris said. "It stands in the Gemara, Abe, we are commanded to promote marriages, visit the sick and bury the dead." Once more Abe nodded, and this time he managed to impart the quality of irony to the gesture. "Burying the dead is all right, Mawruss," he said.

"Do you think when I got married I loved my wife, Gurin? Oser a stück. And to-day yet I am crazy about her. With a business man, Gurin, love comes after marriage." B. Gurin rose wearily to his feet and shot his cuffs by way of showing impatience. "What is the use talking, Mr. Perlmutter?" he protested. "When I want to get married I would get married otherwise not."

Gurin shook his head sadly. "You don't know me, Mr. Perlmutter," he said. "While I am going with plenty Schatchens to see young ladies already, Mr. Perlmutter, I assure you my heart ain't in it. People gets the impression because I am a swell dresser, Mr. Perlmutter, that I am looking to get married; but believe me, Mr. Perlmutter, it ain't so." "Then what do you go for, Gurin?" Morris asked.

"Out!" he roared. "Out of my place, you rotten, cheap dude, you!" And two minutes later B. Gurin fled wildly down the stairs, the newspaper still clutched in his hand. Although Leon Sammet had at first been actuated by motives of a somewhat sordid nature in his negotiation of Mrs. Gladstein's betrothal, his subsequent behaviour was tempered by the traditional hospitality of his race.