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Feinholz cried. "Because them goods got burned up on our freight elevator this morning," Morris replied. "What!" Feinholz gasped. "That's what I said," Morris concluded; "and if you excuse me I got some business to attend to." Feinholz turned and almost staggered from the store, while Morris joined his partner and Sam Feder in the firm's office.
Couldn't you find it maybe a young feller which is already established in business, y'understand, and what needs doch a little money?" Noblestone slapped his thigh. "I got it!" he said. "I'll go around and see Sam Feder of the Kosciusko Bank."
Feder said, "we turn down so many people here every day, that it's a pretty hard thing for me to remember any particular name. Most of 'em is good for nothing, either for your purpose or for ours, Noblestone. The idee they got about business is that they should sell goods at any price.
"The feller is A number one, Mawruss," Abe said. "I stopped off to see Sam Feder at the Kosciusko Bank, and Sam sent me to the Associated Information Bureau. He is rated twenty to thirty thousand; credit good." "Yes?" Morris replied. "Tell me, Abe, did Mosha Kronberg say just when he would be here?" "What are you wasting your time about Mosha Kronberg for?" Abe retorted.
But that Sam Feder by the Kosciusko Bank, I was over to see him just now, and I bet you he makes me sick." "I thought you always got along pretty good with Sam, Hymie," Abe mumbled through a mouthful of dill pickle.
The whole trade is cut up by them fellers and sooner as recommend one for a partner for your client, I'd advise him to take his money and play the ponies with it." At this juncture a boy entered and handed Mr. Feder a card. "Tell him to come right in," Feder said, and then he turned to Noblestone. "You got to excuse me for a few minutes, Noblestone, and I'll see you just as soon as I get through."
"Does he deposit his money with Feder?" Morris asked. "Yow, he deposit his money with Feder, Mawruss!" Abe replied. "He deposits his money with a banker by the name Guy-seppy Scratch-oly." "Guy-seppy Scratch-oly," Morris repeated. "That's a fine name for a banker, Abe." "Guy-seppy, that's Italian for Yosef, Mawruss," Abe explained.
A moment later he descended the basement steps into the barber-shop under Wasserbauer's Café and Restaurant. "Hallo, Mawruss," a voice cried from the proprietor's chair. "Ain't it a hot weather?" It was Sam Feder, vice-president of the Kosciusko Bank, who spoke. He was midway in the divided enjoyment of a shampoo and a large black cigar, while an electric fan oscillated over his head.
Feder is willing to go on the stand and swear that you said them goods was up to sample, and this here is the sample. Any feller what knows anything about the cloak and suit trade could tell in a minute that these here samples costed twenty-five dollars to make up.
I got it bills receivable due the first of the month, five thousand dollars from such people like Heller, Blumenkrohn & Co., of Cincinnati, and The Emporium, Duluth, all gilt-edge accounts, Abe, and why should I lose it twenty per cent. on them, ain't it?" "Sure," Abe murmured. "Well, that's what I told Feder," Hymie went on. "If I got to take up a couple of thousand dollars I'll do it.
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