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I can see what happened as well as if I had been there. Ersten knew he ought to move. Lofty tried to buy him and Schnitt tried to force him. Then he got his Dutch up. Schnitt left on account of it. Now Ersten won't do anything." "You can't budge him an inch," prophesied the banker. "I know him." "I'll coax him," stated Johnny determinedly. "There's a profit in him, and I have to have it!"
There was a sibilant sound as of many suppressed sighs of relief when Heinrich walked into the cutting room, but no man grinned or gave more than a curt nod of greeting for the forbidding eye of Louis Ersten glared fiercely upon them. He strode across to the table held sacred to himself and spread down a piece of cloth, bounded by many curves. Heinrich Schnitt gave it but one comprehensive glance.
Ersten's cheeks suddenly puffed and his forehead purpled, while every hair on his head and face stuck straight out. "My workroom is good enough!" he exploded. "I told it to Schnitt!" "Is Schnitt your coat cutter?" asked Johnny, remembering what Constance and Close had said. Ersten glowered at him. "He was. Thirty-seven years he worked with me; then he tried to run my business. He is gone.
Schnitt's the real reason. Do you know Schnitt?" "I am happy to say I do not," laughed Close. "One like Ersten is enough." "Somebody must lead me to him," declared Johnny. "I'm going to see Schnitt in the morning. I'd call to-night if I didn't have to be the big works at a Coney Island dinner party." "I don't see how Schnitt can help you," puzzled Close. "He's the tack in the tire.
"Well, maybe they ain't just so good as they was," he admitted. "That's what I told Ersten," stated Johnny. "He's worried stiff about it! I think he'll move so you have a lighter workroom if you go back." "When he moves I come." "He won't move till you do." "Then there is nothing," concluded Schnitt resignedly, and stooped over to pull another weed. "Mama, maybe Mr.
While Schnitt thanked Johnny for his interference until that modest young man blushed, Ersten argued seriously in whispers with Shoppenvoll to secure a bottle of the precious wine that only he and Schoppenvoll and Kurzerhosen had a right to purchase. Johnny drank his with dull wonder. It tasted just like Rhine wine!
Besides these were Carrie, whose husband was dead; and Carrie's Louis; and Willie Schnitt with Flora Kraus, whom he was to marry two years from last Easter; and Lulu, who was pretty, and went with American boys in the face of broken-hearted opposition.
Johnny found Heinrich Schnitt weeding onions, picking out each weed with minute care and petting the tender young bulbs through their covering of soft earth as he went along. Mama Schnitt, divided into two bulges by an apron-string and wearing a man's broad-brimmed straw hat, stood placidly at the end of the row for company. "Good morning, Mr. Schnitt," said Johnny cheerfully.
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