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Linkheimer smiled with satisfaction, and he was about to instance a striking and wholly imaginary case of one partner ruining another by giving a bail bond when the door leading to the cutting room in the rear opened and Morris Perlmutter appeared. As his eyes rested on Linkheimer they blazed with anger, and for once Morris seemed to possess a certain dignity.
Linkheimer threw up the window sash and thrust his head out. "Po-lee-eece, po-lee-eece!" he yelled. When Abe arrived at his place of business after his visit to Max Linkheimer he found Morris whistling cheerfully over the morning mail. "Well, Abe," Morris cried, "did you seen it Max Linkheimer?"
To-morrow morning your man leaves that loafer Max Linkheimer and comes to work by us for eighteen dollars a week." Easily the most salient feature of Mr. Max Linkheimer's attire was the I. O. M. A. jewel that dangled from the tangent point of his generous waist line.
Linkheimer tells her Max ain't home a single night neither, and when a man neglects his family like that, Abe, I ain't got no use for him at all." "That's because he belongs to eight lodges," Abe replied. "There ain't a single Sunday neither which he ain't busy with funerals too, Mawruss." "Is that so?" Morris retorted.
"Between Leon Sammet and Max Linkheimer is the difference like day from night. Max Linkheimer is one fine man, Mawruss." Morris shrugged. "I didn't say he wasn't," he rejoined. "All I says was that Leon Sammet is another one of them philantro fellers too, Abe. Talks you deef, dumb and blind." Abe rose to his feet and stared indignantly at his partner.
Is that the name of them people?" "Why, yes," Minnie replied. "Didn't I tell you that? Mrs. Schenkmann, this is my husband. And I suppose this is Mr. Schenkmann." A tall, gaunt person rose from the soap box that did duty as a chair and ducked his head shyly. "Schenkmann?" Morris repeated. "You ain't the Schenkmann which he works by Max Linkheimer?" Nathan Schenkmann nodded and Mrs.
But I wouldn't take it. Why should I? I took in a lot money yesterday, and only this morning, Mr. Potash, a feller comes in my place and why, there's the feller now!" "Feller! What d'ye mean feller?" Abe cried indignantly. "That ain't no feller. That's Mr. Max Linkheimer." "Sure, I know!" Jake explained. "He's the feller I mean.
When would you want Schenkmann to come to work?" "Right away, Mr. Linkheimer." "Very good, I'll go and call him." He rose to his feet and started for the door. "Oh, by the way, Abe," he said, as he paused at the threshold, "you know Schenkmann is a married man with a wife and child, and I understand Mrs. Schenkmann is inclined to be extravagant.
That's what I done it to keep this here Schenkmann out of jail, Abe, and if it would be necessary to get this here Linkheimer into jail, Abe, I would have another check for a thousand dollars for keeps." Abe grew somewhat abashed at this disclosure. He looked at Linkheimer and then at Morris, but before he could think of something to say the elevator door opened and Jake stepped out.
"Wouldn't Linkheimer give a recommendation, because if he wouldn't, Abe, I am satisfied we should take the feller without one. In fact I'm surprised you didn't bring him along." "You are, hey?" Abe broke in. "Well, you shouldn't be surprised at nothing like that, Mawruss, because I didn't bring him along for the simple reason, Mawruss, I don't want no ganef working round my place. That's all."
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