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On the other hand, Mawruss, if they don't agree together, they wouldn't hate each other near so much as they'd hate us." "Why should they hate us?" Morris asked. "Our intentions is anyhow good." "Sure, I know, Mawruss," Abe retorted. "From having good intentions already, many a decent, respectable feller goes broke." Morris flapped the air impatiently with his right hand.
Abe roared. "Why should you get all of a sudden so sparsam mit our money, Mawruss? You talk like we would be new beginners on East Broadway already." "But, Abe " Morris protested again. "'S enough, Mawruss," Abe interrupted. "I heard enough from you already.
"Me neither," Morris agreed, "but Henry is something else again, and the way that feller is talking to me in the cutting room yesterday, Abe, either he wouldn't be working for us three months from to-day or the steamers stops running to Italy." "Mawruss," Abe shouted, at ten o'clock one morning in early March, "where was you?" "Where was I?" Morris repeated.
Two days later, Abe Potash spotted the name of Marcus Bramson in the "Arrival of Buyers" column of a morning newspaper. "Mawruss," he cried, "he's come!" "Who's come?" Morris asked. "Marcus Bramson," Abe replied, reaching for his hat. "I'm going over to the Bingler House now to meet him. You wait here till I come back. I bet you we sell him a big bill of goods!"
"Why don't we sell that Van Buster concern our line, Abe?" "A fine chance I got it with them people, Mawruss!" Abe exclaimed. "They buy their whole stock from a jobber in Buffalo and they got an idee that Russian blouses is the latest up-to-the-minute effect in garments. And you couldn't blame 'em, Mawruss; most of the women up in Cyprus thinks that way too."
I ask you candidly, Mr. Perlmutter, would you feel competent to stand upon your feet and " Suddenly Abe jumped to his feet. "Excuse me, my dear sir," he cried. "Wouldn't you smoke a cigar?" Morris was nearest the safe and he, too, leaped from his chair. "Never mind the safe, Mawruss," Abe said, flapping his right hand excitedly. "I bought some while I was out just now."
When Abe entered his showroom that morning Morris Perlmutter had just arranged a high-neck evening gown on a wire model. "Well, Abe, what d'ye think of it?" he exclaimed proudly, as he wiped his glistening brow. Abe fingered the garment's silken folds and puffed critically at a black cigar. "What could I think, Mawruss?" he replied.
"We don't sell such people at all, Harry," Morris said bitterly. "Collections is all right, Harry, but when a feller's got a partner which he is got such a quick temper, understand me, that he fires out the help faster as I could hire 'em I got a right to look worried. Our designer leaves us to-day." "Ain't that terrible, Mawruss," Harry said in mock sympathy.
"Here's a feller called Rutherford B. H. Horowitz, what says he used to be a suit-buyer in Indianapolis. Ever hear of him, Abe?" "We don't want no fellers what used to be buyers, Mawruss," Abe retorted. "What we want is fellers what is cloak and suit salesmen. Ain't it?" "Well, here's a feller by the name Arthur Katzen, Abe," Morris went on. "Did y'ever hear of him, Abe?"
"That was the souvenir, Abe," he said. "In fact, two souvenirs." Morris and Abe stared at the diamonds, too stunned for utterance. "You're a fine feller, Mawruss," Mr. Feder continued, "to be carrying around valuable stones like them in your vest pocket. Why, I showed them stones to a feller what was in my office an hour ago and he says they must be worth pretty near five hundred dollars."
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