Potash & Perlmutter: Their Copartnership Ventures and Adventures. Glass Montague
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Название: Potash & Perlmutter: Their Copartnership Ventures and Adventures

Автор: Glass Montague

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СКАЧАТЬ Brothers," he replied. "I'm going to get that young feller away from them if I got to pay 'em a thousand dollars to boot."

      Leon Sammet, head of the copartnership of Sammet Brothers, sat in the firm's sample room and puffed gloomily at a Wheeling stogy. His brother, Barney Sammet, stood beside him reading aloud from a letter which he held in his hand.

      "'Gents,'" he said, "'your shipment of the fourteenth instant to hand, and in reply will say we ain't satisfied with nothing but style forty-one-fifty. Our Miss Kenny is a perfect thirty-six, and she can't breathe in them Empires style 3022, in sizes 36, 38 or 40. What is the matter with you, anyway? We are returning them via Eagle Dispatch. We are yours truly, The Boston Store, Horowitz & Finkelbein, Proprietors.'"

      "Yes, Barney," Leon commented, "that's a designer for you, that Louis Grossman. His Arverne Sacques is all right, Barney, but the rest is nix. He's a one garment man. Tell Miss Aaronstamm to bring in her book. I want to send them Boston Store people a letter."

      A moment later Miss Aaronstamm entered, and sat down at a sample table.

      "Write to the Boston Store," Leon Sammet said. "'Horowitz & Finkelbein, Proprietors, Gents'—got that? 'We received your favor of the eighteenth instant, and in reply would say we don't accept no styles what you return.' Got that? 'If your Miss Kenny can't breathe in them garments that ain't our fault. They wasn't made to breathe in; they was made to sell. You say she is a perfect thirty-six. How do we know that? We ain't never measured her, and we don't believe you have, neither. Anyway, we ain't taking back no goods what we sold once. Yours truly.' That's all, Miss Aaronstamm. I guess that'll fix 'em. What, Barney?"

      Barney nodded gloomily.

      "I tell you, Barney," Leon went on, "I wish I never seen that Louis Grossman. He certainly got into us good and proper."

      "I don't know, Leon," said Barney. "That Arverne Sacque was a record seller."

      "Arverne Sacque!" Leon cried. "That's all everybody says. We can't make a million dollars out of one garment alone, Barney. We can't even make expenses. I'm afraid we'll go in the hole over ten thousand dollars if we don't get rid of him."

      "But we can't get rid of him," said Barney. "We got a contract with him."

      "Don't I know it?" said Leon, sadly. "Ain't I paid Henry D. Feldman a hundred dollars for drawing it up? He's got us, Barney. Louis Grossman's got us and no mistake. Well, I got to go up to the cutting-room and see what he's doing now, Barney. He can spoil more piece-goods in an hour than I can buy in a week."

      He rose wearily to his feet and was half-way to the stairs in the rear of the store when Abe Potash entered.

      "Hallo, Leon!" Abe called. "Don't be in a rush. I want to talk to you."

      Leon returned to the show-room and shook hands limply with Abe. It was a competitor's, not a customer's, shake.

      "Well, Abe," he said, "how's business?"

      "If we got a good designer like you got, Leon," Abe replied, "we would——"

      "A good designer!" Barney broke in. "Why——"

      His involuntary disclaimer ended almost where it began with a furtive, though painful, kick from his elder brother.

      "A good designer, Abe," Leon went on hastily, "is a big asset, and Louis Grossman is a first-class A Number One designer. We done a tremendous spring business through Louis. I suppose you heard about our style forty-one-fifty?"

      Abe nodded.

      "Them Arverne Sacques," he said. "Yes, I heard about it from everybody I meet. He must be a gold-mine, that Louis Grossman."

      "He is," Leon continued. "Our other styles, too, he turns out wonderful. Our Empire models what he designs for us, Abe, I assure you is also making a tremendous sensation. You ought to see the letter we got this morning from Horowitz & Finkelbein."

      Barney blew his nose with a loud snort.

      "I guess I'll go upstairs, and see what the boys is doing in the cutting-room, Leon," he said, and made a hasty exit.

      "Not that Louis Grossman ain't a good cutting-room foreman, too, Abe," said Leon, "but we're just getting in some new piece-goods and Barney wants to check 'em off. But I ain't asked you yet what we can do for you? A recommendation, maybe? Our credit files is open to you, Abe."

      Abe pushed his hat back from his forehead and mopped his brow. Then he sat down and lit a cigar.

      "Leon," he commenced, "what's the use of making a lot of talk about it. I'm going to talk to you man to man, Leon, and no monkey-business about it nor nothing. I'm going to be plain and straightforward, Leon, and tell it to you right from the start what I want. I don't believe in no beating bushes around, Leon, and when I say a thing I mean it. I got to talk right out, Leon. That's the kind of man I am."

      "All right, Abe," Leon said. "Don't spring it on me too sudden, though."

      "Well," Abe continued, "it's this way."

      He gave one last puff at his cigar.

      "Leon," he said, "how much will you take for Louis Grossman?"

      "Take!" Leon shouted. "Take! Why, Abe——"

      He stopped suddenly, and, recovering his composure just in the nick of time, remained silent.

      "I know, Leon, he's a valuable man," Abe said earnestly, "but I'm willing to be fair, Leon. Of course I ain't a hog, and I don't think you are."

      "No, I ain't," Leon replied quite calmly; "I ain't a hog, and so I say I wouldn't take nothing for him, Abe, because, Abe, if I told you what I would take for him, Abe, then, maybe, you might have reason for calling me a hog."

      "Oh, no, I wouldn't, Leon," Abe protested. "I told you I know he's a valuable man, so I want you should name a price."

      "I should name a price!" Leon cried. "Why, Abe, I'm surprised at you. If I go to a man to sell something what I like to get rid of it, and he don't want, then I name the price. But if a man comes to me to buy something what I want to keep, and what he's got to have, Abe, then he names the price. Ain't it?"

      Abe looked critically at the end of his smoldering cigar.

      "Well, Leon," he said at length, "if I must name a price, I suppose I must. Now I know you will think me crazy, Leon, but I want to get a good designer bad, Leon, and so I say"—here he paused to note the effect—"five hundred dollars."

      Leon held out his hand.

      "I guess you got to excuse me, Abe," he said. "I'd like it first rate to stay here and visit with you all morning but I got work to do, and so I hope you'll excuse me."

      "Seven hundred and fifty," Abe said.

      "Fifteen hundred dollars," Leon replied quite firmly.

      For twenty minutes Abe's figure rose and Leon's fell until they finally met at ten hundred thirty-three, thirty-three.

      "He's worth it, Abe, believe me," said Leon, as they shook hands on the bargain. "And now let's СКАЧАТЬ