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Once more Aaron Shellak was entertaining the cutting-room staff with a pianissimo rendition of Godard's Berceuse; but even as Abe tiptoed across the showroom to crush the performance with an explosive "Koosh!" the melody ceased. "That's a genu-ine Amati," Aaron said, "and you could see for yourself inside here is the label." Abe stopped short.
"I should tell you why it ain't!" Abe exclaimed. "If you would know what I know about them things, Shellak, you wouldn't ask me such a question at all. Do you doubt my word?" "Why should I doubt your word, Mr. Potash?" Aaron said. "In the inside is the paper and that's all I know about it. So, if you would give me a hundred and fifty dollars, Mr.
"What would I do with a fiddle, Aaron?" Nathan Schenkman, the shipping clerk, asked. "You I ain't saying at all," Aaron said; "but you got a little boy Nathan." "He ain't a year old yet," Nathan interrupted. "Sure, I know," Shellak went on; "but now is the time, Nathan. You couldn't begin too early. Look at Kubelik and Kreisler and all them fellers.
"I heard every word you are saying. Come inside; I want to talk to you." Aaron's face blanched and he trembled visibly. "But, Mr. Potash " he began. "Never mind!" Abe bellowed; "take that fiddle and all that machshovos you got there and come in here." Abe led the way to the front of the showroom, followed by the crestfallen Shellak, who deposited fiddle, bow, and case on a sample table.
"Do you mean to told me, Abe, that that there fiddle which you bought it from Shellak is the same identical article like Geigermann pays three thousand dollars for?" Abe nodded. "You couldn't tell the difference between 'em, Mawruss," he declared. "Even inside the label is the same the same name and everything." Morris took off his hat and coat methodically and hung them up on the rack.
Thus encouraged Aaron persevered with his practice for some months; but, despite the patient instruction of his brother Louis the garment cutter's wrist still handicapped him. "That's a legato phrase," Louis Shellak cried impatiently, one night in mid-February. "With one bow you got to play it." "Which phrase are you talking about," Aaron asked "the one that goes 'Ta-ra-reera, ta-ra-reera'?"
"Ten dollars down and two dollars a week till paid. No interest nor nothing." At this juncture Abe burst into the cutting room. "Nu, Shellak!" he roared. "What are you trying to do? Skin a poor feller like Nathan, which he got a wife and a child to support?" "What d'ye mean, skin him?" Aaron retorted. "I ain't no crook, Mr. Potash." "That's all right, Shellak," Abe went on.
For five minutes he pursued the tactics of Mozart Rabiner and even added one or two fancy touches on his own account, until at length he laid down the instrument with a profound sigh. "Always the same thing, Shellak," he said; "people says it is a genu-ine and it ain't." Aaron took up his violin and looked at it through new eyes. "Why ain't it genu-ine?" he asked.
Potash, you could keep the fiddle, bow, case und fertig." For some minutes they haggled over the bargain, and at length they closed at a hundred and twenty-five dollars, for which Abe gave Shellak his personal check. "And you shouldn't say nothing to Mr. Perlmutter about it," Abe concluded, "because I want to make a present of it as a surprise to my partner."
Sooner or later Geigermann would find out what stickers them Klinger & Klein garments is, and then Moe Rabiner couldn't sell him no more of them goods, not if he would be a whole orchestra already." The personality of Aaron Shellak was simply thrown away on the garment trade.
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