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"Sure, I know," Pasinsky agreed, "but how much did you sell Kuhner? A thousand or two thousand at the outside. With me, Mr. Potash, I wouldn't bother myself to stop off in Chicago at all if I couldn't land at least a five-thousand-dollar order from Simon Kuhner, of Mandleberger Brothers & Co., and we will say four thousand with Chester Prosnauer, of the Arcade Mercantile Company."
Ask no favors of nobody but results will show. Yours truly MARKS PASINSKY. "By jimminy!" Abe cried after he had finished reading the letter. "That's the feller we want to hire it, Mawruss. Let's write him to call." It would hardly be violating Marks Pasinsky's confidence to disclose that he held himself to be a forceful man.
Prosnauer," he cried as he burst into Prosnauer's office in the cloak department, "my name is Mr. Potash, of Potash & Perlmutter, from New York. Did you seen it my salesman, Marks Pasinsky?" "Sit down, Mr. Potash," Prosnauer said, "and don't excite yourself." "I ain't exciting myself," Abe exclaimed. "I don't got to excite myself, Mr. Prosnauer.
"Well, you see, business was poor with me and I wanted to make good, being as this was my first trip with the concern; so, as a favor to me Pasinsky turns over the whole order to me," Mozart explained; "and then, when Katzen sees that, he wants the other order sent to his concern, too." "But this was Pasinsky's first trip by us, also," Abe cried.
But his auditors were much too dazed to be critical. They were cognizant of only one circumstance: If this huge personage with his wonderful magnetism and address couldn't sell goods, nobody could. Pasinsky rose to his feet. He was six feet in height, and weighed over two hundred pounds. "Well, gentlemen," he said, towering over his proposed employers, "think it over and see if you want me.
Pasinsky," he began, when Abe interrupted with a wave of his hand. "Pasinsky is right, Mawruss," he said. "You always got it an idee you made up a line of goods what pratically sold themselves, and I always told you differencely. You wouldn't mind it if I went around to see B. Gans, Mr. Pasinsky." Pasinsky stared superciliously at Abe. "Go as far as you like," he said.
He never spoke save in italics, and when he shook hands with anyone the recipient of the honor felt it for the rest of the day. Abe watched Morris undergo the ordeal and plunged his hands in his trousers' pockets. "And this is Mr. Potash," Pasinsky cried, releasing his grip on Morris and extending his hand toward Abe. "How d'ye do?" Abe said without removing his hands.
Hoping things is all right in the store, I am, MARKS PASINSKY. Abe finished reading the letter and handed it in silence to Morris, who examined it closely. "That's a very promising letter, Abe," he said. "I'd like to know what that feller done all day in Chicago. I bet yer that assistant millinery buyer eats a good lunch on us, Abe, if she didn't also see it a theayter on us, too.
B. Gans says that Pasinsky is a good salesman, Mawruss, and you can do what you like about it; I'm going to hire him, Mawruss, when he comes back here." "Go ahead, Abe," Morris retorted. "Only, if things shouldn't turn out O. K. you shouldn't blame me. That's all." "I wouldn't blame you, Mawruss," Abe said.
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