Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1890-07-24
THE DINKELMANS

Jaksy Is Told TO Never Put OR TIL o.
morrow What He Can Do To-Day, and
He Tries 1t On.
Jakey had been out the night before
to see Ruth Rubenstein, so when he
turned in" for the night it was about
time for the sun to get ready for bust
ness. Quietly he crawled up to his
room, removed the fine suit he had bor-
rowed from his fathers stock and put
on his business suit" then he threw
himself or the bed for few moments
doze and to dream of the lovely, Ruth.
"Shakeyl" it was Dinkleman's voice.
The young lover bid Ruth good-by in
his dream, rolled over with grunt and
listened.
"Shakey! Get up, you shleepy head.
Dots 8 o'clock"
He sat up, looked around, got up,
rubbed the wash-rag over his eyes and
went down stairs to breakfast.
Jakey had got away with three buck
wheat cakes in silence, when his father
said to him:
did you see about dot damaged stock
OF coats at Akin & Co. 8 yesterday"
Young Dinkleman stuffed half of an
other cake into his mouth, which was
quAoC GU udi W biit OCCdoIOHI anu tlltu
let.out the word "No" in gloomy way
from the right-hand corner of his
mouth.
Ivy not?"
"Oh, I let me dot go till to-day"
Yes, and may be to-day dey are gone,
Shakey. Dot is something vat you
must always remember. 1t vas de He
brew poet vat say, Never put off till
tomorrow vat you can do to-day This
morning read in the Hebreoo Leader
dot young man vas to be married Won
day last week to young lady worth
two million dollars, but he put off the
wedding to the next day. The next day
the young LADY die of heart disease be-
fore the marriage take place and dot
young man is out two million dollars"
and then they all got up from the table,
Jakey putting himself in the young
mans place and thinking he had better
not let too much time go by before he
proposed to Ruth Rubenstein.
That afternoon Dinkleman called
Jakey to him and said.
Mine son, tomorrow is Saturday, so
we close up the store as usual. l must
go to Jersey City on business and you
can look out for customers. Your
mother haves her birthday tomorrow,
so you can invite ofer some ov your
friends. Ven de man comes mid de
cakes you can put dem in de closet by
de desk. 1 be me pack tomorrow
morning. Keep a good lookout for
business. Goodbye"
Tomorrow birthday party-invite
some friends cakes, wine, cigars"
mused Jakey, after his father had re-
tired. Then came the thought,
Never put off till tomorrow what you
can do to-day. Why not close de store
to-day instead of tomorrow, eh? Why
hot have dot barty dis afternoon, eh ?
And invite Ruth und Marie, eh? Oh,
Jakey, you can have fine time by dot
don't put off till tomorrow pisness."
In remarkably short time he had
carried out his idea. Mrs. Dinkelman
had gone to Jersey City with her hus-
band, and Ikey was at boarding-school
in the country, so there was no one to
inquire the cause of the store being
closed, or what the young people who
were focking in the side door were 60
ing to do. The cakes that Mr.. Dinkel-
man had spoken of had az rived, but in
stead of being put away behind the
desk were the center of attraction on the
table which Ruth and some of the other
girls had laid out. Before the sun had
set that night everything had been
eaten and most of the youthful guests
had departed, while Jakey was seated
on the sofa as happy as king with his
arm around the somewhat robust waist
of Ruth. Suddenly there was a loud
banging on the front door.
Jakav lool,ad at Ruth. Rutb 1oo1. a1
at Jakey.
"Shakey, maybe dots your fodder,
YETI she suggested.
"No; he said he be home tomorrow"
he answered nervously.
Then the door shook louder and
threatened to knock down the smiling
frame on the wall, and there came to
the ears of the loving couple the
words:
"Shakey, Shakey, let us imp
"Mein Gott, Ruth, dots de old man
Sneak out de pack wayW
She sneaked. Jakev went down to
the door.
"Vot you mean by closing dot store,
eh?" demanded Dinkelman.
You was going to close it tomorrow,
amt id?"
Certainly"
"Vell, never put off till tomorrow
vot you can do to-day, don't id?"
Before Dinkelman could answer his
better half yelled from upstairs:
"Ve are ruined We are ruined! Dey
have eat all dot cake vat was for de
partyP
Dinkleman looked around with fire
in his eye for Jakey and saw him scat
tering down the street at lively rate.
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