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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.
Two hours later he returned, wearing a broad smile that threatened to engulf his stubby black mustache between his nose and his chin. "Hymie," he said, "I'm sorry I got to disturb that nice pile you made of them garments. I'll get right to work myself and assort the sizes." "Why, what's the trouble now, Abe?" Hyman asked. "I disposed of 'em, Hymie," Abe replied. "Two hundred to Hamburg and Weiss.
He paused and looked at Morris. "And he was a pretty good judge of diamonds, too," he continued. "Who was the feller, Mr. Feder?" Abe asked. "I guess you know, Abe," Mr. Feder replied. "His name is Hymie Kotzen."
He had allowed himself the unusual indulgence of a cocktail that morning as a corollary to a rather turbulent evening with Leon Sammet, and he had been absently chewing a clove throughout the interview with Abe. "I mean Hymie Salzman, designer for Sammet Brothers," Abe replied. "There's a feller which he got it such a breath, Moe, he ought to put a revenue stamp on his chin."
"And so does the feller what wears 'em, Abe," Morris went on. "In fact, the way that Hymie Kotzen does business I shouldn't be surprised if he goes up any day, too. Andrew Carnegie couldn't stand it the failures what that feller gets into, Abe." "That's just hard luck, Mawruss," Abe replied; "and if he wears it diamonds, Mawruss, he paid for 'em himself, Mawruss, and he's got a right to wear 'em.
We ain't no pawnbrokers, Hymie; we are in the cloak and suit business." "Hymie knows it all about that, Mawruss," Abe broke in, "and he shows he ain't no crook, neither. If he's willing to trust you with them diamonds, Mawruss, we should be willing to trust him with a thousand dollars. Ain't it?" "He could trust me with the diamonds, Abe, because I ain't got no use for diamonds," Morris replied.
I want to show you something." In the meantime Hymie pulled down the shades and turned on the electric lights. Then he took a swatch of black velveteen from his pocket and arranged it over the sample-table with the two gems in its folds. "Hymie Kotzen is inside the show-room," Abe explained when Morris appeared in answer to his summons. "Well, what have I got to do with Hymie Kotzen?"
Morris made no answer. "Or if you had to lose 'em, Mawruss," Abe went on, "why didn't you done it the day we loaned Hymie the money? Then we could of stopped our check by the bank. Now we can do nothing." "I didn't lose the diamonds, Abe," Morris protested. "I left 'em in my vest in the barber-shop and somebody took it the vest." "Well, ain't you got no suspicions, Mawruss?" Abe asked.
"It was my wife's birthday," Hymie explained; "and if I got to spend it my last cent, Mawruss, I always buy tchampanyer on my wife's birthday." "All right, Hymie," Morris retorted; "if you think it so much of your wife, lend it from her a thousand dollars." "Make an end, make an end," Abe cried; "I hear it enough already.
"High?" Max cried indignantly. "High? Why, if you wasn't a lodge brother of mine, Hymie, I wouldn't have stirred a hand for less than a hundred." Thus rebuked, Abe paid over the sixty dollars, and Hymie and he went back to the store. Precisely at three a deputy sheriff entered the front door and flashed a gold badge as big as a dinner-plate.
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