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"Well?" she shrieked, jumping to meet me "Splendid!" I replied, with enthusiasm. "It looks even better than I expected. I could have got good orders at once, but a fellow must not be too hasty. You have got to look around first find out who is who, you know." Mrs. Chaikin looked crestfallen. "So you did not get any orders at all?" "What's your hurry?" her husband said, pleadingly.
At the same time I was casting about in my mind for some way of raising new money with which to pay the kindly commission merchant, get a new bill of goods from him, and fill my new order. When I explained the matter to Mrs. Chaikin she was on the brink of a fainting spell "You're a liar and a thief!" she shrieked. "There never was a Western firm in the world. It's all a lie.
The business doesn't need any partner." "Doesn't need any partner! But it's ours, this business, as much as yours; even more. It is our sweat and our blood. Why, you hadn't a cent to your name when we started it, and you know it. And what did you have, pray? Did you know anything about cloaks? Could you do anything without Chaikin?" "We won't argue about it, Mrs. Chaikin." "Not argue about it?"
Why not get rid of Chaikin? I belittled the part which his samples had played in my successful start, and it seemed to be a cruel injustice to myself to share my fortune with a man who had no more brains than a cat.
"HOW about it?" Mrs. Chaikin said to me, ominously. "About what? What do you mean, Mrs. Chaikin?" "Oh, you know what I mean. It is no use playing the fool and trying to make a fool of me." The conversation was held in our deserted shop on an afternoon. The three sewing-machines, the cutting-table, and the pressing-table looked desolate.
I had many occasions to eat in high-class restaurants and I was getting to feel quite at home in them Max's conjecture regarding Chaikin was borne out. The talented designer had given up his job at the Manheimer Brothers' and opened a cloak-and-suit house with a man who had made considerable money as a cloak salesman, and as a landlord for a partner. When Max heard of it he was overjoyed
There is plenty of money in cloaks, and I am bent upon making heaps, great heaps, of it for Mr. Chaikin and myself. Really, isn't it maddening to think that he should be making other people rich, while all he gets is a miserable few dollars a week? It's simply outrageous." So speaking, I worked Mrs. Chaikin up to a high sense of the absurdity of the thing. I was rapidly gaining ground with her
Women, too, were ardently dabbling in real estate, and one of them was Mrs. Chaikin, the wife of my talented designer Tevkin was not the first broker to offer me a "good thing" in real estate. Attempts in that direction had been made before and I had warded them all off Instinct told me not to let my attention be diverted from my regular business to what I considered a gamble.
She was working herself into a rage, but she nipped it in the bud. "Now, look here, Levinsky," she said, with fresh suavity. "I have told you I haven't come here to pick a quarrel. Maxie misses you very much. He's always speaking about you." She tried a tone of persuasion. "When Chaikin and you are together again the business will go like grease. You know it will.
The figure on it literally staggered me. It seemed to be part of a fairy tale I rushed over to Nodelman's office, but found him gone for the day. The next thing on my program was to carry the glad news to the Chaikins and to discuss plans for the immediate future with my partner. But Chaikin never came home before 7.
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