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The tabulated list of quotations was not unnoticed by Max as he felt for another cigar to present to the old man. "Do you ever speculate in Wall Street, Mr. Kronberg?" he asked. "Oncet upon a time I used to," Uncle Mosha replied, "but never no more, Maxie. It's a game which you couldn't beat take it from me, Maxie not if you was a hundred times so smart as Old Man Baum."
A lowlife, a gambler, hangs around liquor saloons all times of the night till he gets sick, y'understand, and then he must go to a hospital and get well on my money yet. I see myself!" "What hospital was it?" Aaron inquired. "The Mount Hebron Hospital," Uncle Mosha replied. "There is the catalogue now. They are sending it me this morning only."
We understood that his lordship, Mosha de Carwell, was main bad. Ha, sir, we shall all feel his loss, poor, dear, noble gentleman; and I'm sure nobody more polite! They do say, sir, his wealth is enormous, and before the Revolution, quite a prince in his own country! But I beg your pardon, sir; 'ow I do run on, to be sure; and doubtless all beknown to you already!
"You got a partner by the name Potash, ain't it?" "That's right," Morris replied. "And what brings you over here in this nachbarschaft?" Uncle Mosha inquired. Morris looked from Uncle Mosha to the tarnished brass plate on the side of the tenement-house door. It read as follows: M. KRONBERG REAL ESTATE
Ten minutes afterward the boy returned. He handed an evening paper to Uncle Mosha, who hastily planted a pair of pince-nez on his broad, flat nose and folded back the financial page. "Now let's give a look," he murmured to himself as he glanced hastily at the column marked "The Stock Market." At the head of the list appeared the following item: Sales Highest Lowest Closing Net Ch'g 45100 Amal.
He hustled the old man into a decrepit conveyance that was drawn up to the curb and they started immediately for Henry D. Feldman's office. "Honest, Aaron," Uncle Mosha sighed, "I feel like I was riding to my own funeral." "Don't worry, Uncle Mosha," Aaron said; "with the tzuris which I got it lately you would quicker ride to mine."
"Twelve and sixpence," she proclaimed. "Ye held good cards, Mr. Robbie. Well, Mosha the Viscount, we'll go and see about it." I led her to the tea-room: Mr. Robbie followed. Flora rested on a sofa in a truly dismal state of collapse, while the Major fussed about her with a cup of tea. "I have sent Ronald for the carriage," he announced. "H'm," said Miss Gilchrist, eyeing him oddly.
"Amalgamated Refineries goes up four points on six sales in half an hour," the short stout man replied, "and I win two thousand." The short stout man started down the hall and executed a fantastic dancing step in front of the elevators, while Uncle Mosha entered the door marked "Customers." "Mr.
The subway ruins everything." "I don't care about subways nor nothing," Aaron cried. "I would get you what you want for that house. What would you consider a good price for the house, uncle?" "A very good price would be forty-two two-fifty," Uncle Mosha replied; "but me I would be willing to accept forty thousand." "Well, lookyhere," Aaron commenced; "I'm going to do this for you, Uncle Mosha.
Might you heard something about it in Port Sullivan maybe? Ten thousand dollars I dropped on them suckers down in Wall Street, Aaron." Uncle Mosha smiled blandly at his nephew, who grasped the edge of the table to steady his whirling senses. "But what's the use talking," Uncle Mosha continued. "What is vorbei is vorbei; and I guess I would have another cup of coffee."
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