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Updated: June 1, 2025
That four hundred shares of Development stock this this critter here says Julia knows I've got and wants me to sell to Raish Pulcifer I SOLD two months ago. Yes, by the everlastin', I sold 'em! And eh? Yes, there he is. I sold 'em to that Bangs man there. He knows it. He'll tell you I did.... And now this swindler, this cheat, she she Who put you up to it? Who did? Was it Pulcifer?"
The Pulcifer mouth opened and the Pulcifer finger pointed. "Say," commanded Raish. "Say you!" And as this seemed to have little or no effect upon the individual toward whom the finger pointed, he added: "Say, you er What's-your-name Bangs." Galusha, who had been absently playing with his napkin, twisting it into folds and then untwisting it, looked up. "Eh?" he queried. "Oh, yes yes, of course.
Galusha smiled painfully as the man in the operating chair smiles at the dentist's jokes. "I I excuse me," he faltered, turning to the grinning Erastus, "can I That is, have you a ah hat or or cap or something I might buy?" Before the proprietor of the general store could answer, Mr. Pulcifer answered for him. Again the hand descended upon the Bangs' shoulder. "Haw, haw!" roared Raish, joyfully.
Bangs expected the former's greeting to be exuberant and effusive. His shoulders and his spirit were alike shrinking in anticipation. But Raish did not shout when he saw him, did not even shake hands, to say nothing of thumping the little man upon the back.
You've kind of put one acrost on me, but don't make the mistake of thinkin' I'm holdin' that against you. No, sir-ee! When a feller's smart enough to keep even with your Uncle Raish in a deal then I know he gets up early yes, sir, early, and that's when I get up myself. Hey, Perfessor? Haw, haw! Now, I tell you: Let's you and me go down to my office or somewheres where we can talk business.
A gentle nasal sound at his shoulder caused Raish to turn his head. Mr. Bangs had fallen asleep. Awakened by a vigorous nudge, he apologized profusely. "Really," he declared, with much embarrassment, "I I am quite ashamed of myself. I you see I have, as I say, been somewhat unwell of late, and the fatigue of walking I DO hope you will excuse me. I was very much interested in what you were saying.
Horatio turned and stared. He had scarcely noticed the visitor before, now he looked him over from head to foot. "Hey? What's that?" he demanded. Cabot repeated his statement. Raish snorted. "You'll look after the stock!" he repeated. "YOU will? Who are you?" Cousin Gussie tossed a card across the table. "Cabot is my name," he said. Galusha suddenly remembered. "Oh, dear me!" he exclaimed.
"Aw, hold on, Raish," he expostulated, "I never said a word about your takin' a five cent cigar out of your pocket.... Er er you ain't taken one out, have you?" "No, and I ain't goin' to not now." "All right all right. I never asked you. All I said was " "I know what you said." "Why, no, you don't neither. You're all mixed up.
Thirty odd years ago, Horatio Armorer they called him 'Raish, then had left the town to seek his fortune in Chicago. It was his daydream to wrestle a hundred thousand dollars out of the world's tight fists, and return to live in pomp on Brady Street hill! He should drive a buggy with two horses, and his wife should keep two girls.
What do you call reasonable?" "I'll sell 'em to you for for well, say nineteen dollars a share." "Humph! Don't bother me any more, Raish." "Well, say eighteen dollars a share. Lord sakes, that's reasonable enough, ain't it?" "Cruise along towards home, Raish. I've talked all the business I want to on Sunday. Good-by." "Look here, Jethro, I I'm hard up, I'm desp'rate, pretty nigh.
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