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Then you can go up there to the hotel, and if that Miss Atkinson ain't had her lunch yet buy it for her, Mawruss, for so sure as you stand there I bet yer that young feller, Ike, has rung up this here Max Tuchman and told him all about us going up there to take her out in an oitermobile.
"Because he's got to help his father out nights in his cigar store what he keeps it on Avenue B," Morris answered. "His father is Max Tuchman's brother. You know Max Tuchman, drummer for Lapidus & Elenbogen?" "Sure I know him a loud-mouth feller, Mawruss; got a whole lot to say for himself. A sport and a gambler, too," Abe said. "He'd sooner play auction pinochle than eat, Mawruss.
"Lady, lady," he cried, "I don't remember your name, but I'm a friend of Max Tuchman here, and I'll get you out of this here crowd in a minute." He opened the door opposite to the side out of which Tuchman had made his enforced exit, and offered his hand to Max's trembling companion. The lady hesitated a brief moment.
"I heard it what you tell me now several times before already, Abe," he said; "and if you want it that Max Tuchman or Klinger & Klein or some of them other fellers should cop out a good customer of ours like Marcus Bramson, Abe, maybe you'll hang around here a little longer."
"He's telephoning to his Uncle Max Tuchman." Morris jumped to his feet, and on the tips of their toes they darted to the rear of the store. "All right, Uncle Max," they heard Ralph Tuchman say. "I'll see you to-night. Good-by." Abe and Morris exchanged significant glances, while Ralph slunk guiltily away to Miss Cohen's desk. "Let's fire him on the spot," Abe said. Morris shook his head.
He's a decent, respectable young feller by the name Tuchman, what works as bookkeeper by the Kosciusko Bank. They give him a two weeks' vacation and he comes to work by us, Abe." "That's a fine way to spend a vacation, Mawruss," Abe commented. "Why don't he go up to Tannersville or so?"
"Look a-here, Mawruss," Abe said at length: "who d'ye think I seen it up at the Prince William Hotel?" "I ain't no mind reader, Abe," Morris replied. "Who did you seen it?" "Miss Atkinson, cloak buyer for the Emporium, Duluth," Abe replied. "That's Moe Gerschel's store." Morris stopped comparing the statements, while Ralph Tuchman continued his writing.
Morris exclaimed, and Ralph Tuchman, whose protruding ears, sharp-pointed nose and gold spectacles did not belie his inquisitive disposition, ceased writing to listen more closely to Abe's story. "That's what she said, Mawruss," Abe replied; "and so I says for my part, I liked it better oitermobiles as horses." "Why, Abe," Morris cried, "you ain't never rode in an oitermobile in all your life."
"A small-size bird told it me," Morris replied jocularly. "But, anyhow, no jokes nor nothing, why shouldn't we go up and have lunch at the Heatherbloom Inn? And then you can come down and look at our line, anyhow." "Well," said the lady, "if you can show me those suits as well as Mr. Tuchman could, I suppose it really won't make any difference." "I can show 'em to you better than Mr.
Abe retorted by banging the show-room door behind him, and as he disappeared into the street Morris indulged in a broad, triumphant grin. When Abe returned an hour later he found Morris going over the monthly statements with Ralph Tuchman. Morris looked up as Abe entered. "What's the matter, Abe?" he cried. "You look worried." "Worried!" Abe replied. "I ain't worried, Mawruss."
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