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He's got the papers already drawn up the pen outside waiting " "Abrahm!" "Pa!" In the silence that followed, Isadore Kantor, a poppiness of stare and a violent redness set in, suddenly turned to his five-year-old son, sticky with lollipop, and came down soundly and with smack against the infantile, the slightly outstanding and unsuspecting ear. "Momser!" he cried. "Chammer! Lump! Ganef!
Kantor, fairly fat and not yet forty, and at the immemorial task of plumbing a delicately swelling layer-cake with broom-straw, raised her face, reddened and faintly moist. "Isadore, run down and say your papa is out until six. If it's a customer, remember the first asking-price is the two middle figures on the tag, and the last asking-price is the two outside figures.
Straight in her chair, her great shelf of bust heaving, sat Rosa Kantor, suddenly dry of eye; Isadore Kantor head up. Erect now, and out from the embrace of her daughter, Sarah looked up at her son. "What time do you leave, Leon?" she asked, actually firm of lip. "Any minute, ma. Getting late." This time she pulled her lips to a smile, waggling her forefinger.
"Isadore Freedom," said Deborah, "is the beginning of something tremendous. He came from Russian Poland and the first American word he learned over there was 'freedom. So in New York he changed his name to that very solemnly, by due process of law. It cost him seven dollars. He had nine dollars at the time. Isadore is a flame, a kind of a torch in the wilderness."
"Six thousand dollars in the house to-night, if there was a cent," said Isadore Kantor. "Hand me my violin, please, Esther. I must have scratched it, the way they pushed." "No, son, you didn't. I've already rubbed it up. Sit quiet, darlink!" He was limply white, as if the vitality had flowed out of him. "God! wasn't it tremendous?" "Six thousand, if there was a cent," repeated Isadore Kantor.
Next: "La Femme de Quarante Ans," a capital tale, full of exquisite fun and sparkling satire: La femme de quarante ans has a husband and THREE lovers; all of whom find out their mutual connection one starry night; for the lady of forty is of a romantic poetical turn, and has given her three admirers A STAR APIECE; saying to one and the other, "Alphonse, when yon pale orb rises in heaven, think of me;" "Isadore, when that bright planet sparkles in the sky, remember your Caroline," &c.
"The Fox," as her school-fellows called her, had been under a cloud at the end of the term, and perhaps she might have felt somewhat abashed had she joined the party of her school-fellows at Snow Camp. Tom had invited his chum at school, who was Madge Steele's brother Bob, and another boy named Isadore Phelps. With Mr. Cameron himself and Mrs.
He slept as a rule four hours. He said he felt he needed it. Now he's a librarian earning fifteen dollars a week, and having all the money he needs he has put the thought of it out of his life and is living for education education in freedom. For Isadore has studied his name until he thinks he knows what it means." They found him in a small public library on an ill-smelling ghetto street.
In the silence that followed, Isadore Kantor, a poppiness of stare and a violent redness set in, suddenly turned to his five-year-old son, sticky with lollypop, and came down soundly and with smack against the infantile, the slightly outstanding, and unsuspecting ear. "Momser!" he cried. "Chammer! Lump! Ganef! You hear that? Two thousand! Two thousand!
There were Isadore, already astride his chair, leaning well into center table, for first vociferous tear at the four-pound loaf; Esther, old at chores, settling an infant into the high chair, careful of tiny fingers in lowering the wooden bib. "Papa, Izzie's eating first again." "Put down that loaf and wait until your mother dishes up, or you'll get a potch you won't soon forget." "Say, pop "
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