Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-11-09

,ars goes mix nor you something,
he whispered. Moos,o,ro proad,
man." he announced. II am proper
ty owner and business man, amt itT'
Mr.. Freedman nodded once more.
"Und good Jew, amt 1T"
Again the schatchen assented
"Den watts der use Of talking fool.
ishness" Morris cried In tones Of final
ity. at must positively be one thou.
sand FIVE hundred"
Mr.. Freedman seized his hat in 81
lence with the air Of man who. hav-
Ing seen his good offices ruthlessly re-
jected, washes his hands Of the entire
matter He rose to his feet and made
stately progress for the street door
md was almost across the threshold
when Morris rushed forward.
"Vait a minutev' he cried eXcitsdly
and laid restraining hand on the
schatchen's arm.
Mr.. Freedman was readily persuad-
ed to reseat himself, and before he
finally departed a meeting between
Morris. and his prospective father-in-
law was arranged for the following
Friday night at the synagogue on Nor
folk street
At precisely noon on the Friday In
question Annibale left his store clad
in all his Sunday tinery, with his
guitar case under one arm and bear.
Ing q yalise in his bediamonded right
hand. He entered his neighbor's tailor
shop.
81 Just come for sake-a hands with
you," he announced to Ginsburg. Il
like for ask-a you a favor"
ME- Morris replied, watts der mat
ter2 You amt sick?"
Annibale evaded the question.
~ like for ask-a you." he continued,
please make a writing on this card,
lust for some one is-a dead. l want
for put on my door"
Morris took the card and wrote in a
large scrawl, "Closed For Death"
Dots a misfortune" he murmured
in sympathetic accents. He shook An
nibales proffered hand. Might your
fader is dead?' he inquired.
Annibale nodded gloomily.
Anyhow" Morris continued. you
open tomorrow again, amt it!'
81 d'no," Annibale replied; maybe
yes, maybe no."
He affixed the card to his door and
after turning the lock made haste
down the crowded sidewalk, but not IN
the direction Of Mott street.
The Sabbath evening services ut the
Norfolk Street synagogue commence In
June at Z o'clock, for as soon as three
stars twinkle In the armament the
Sabbath, OH rabbinical authority, ID held
to have duly arrived. Accordingly at
quarter to 7 Norris locked up his
store and repaired to his place OF wor-
ship.
His Sabbath attire, Of his own con-
struction. was a modification OF the
frock coats respectively known as the
Prince Albert and London walking
suits. A silk hat Of ancient vintage
completed the costume, and when
Morris, secure In the knowledge or Ms
standing as q business man and prop
erty owner, caught sight OF himself In
plate glass window he felt as though
he were already engaged to the r,cn
Miss Beckie Adelstein.
The impression was heightened upon
his arrival at the synagogue, FOR Us ne
entered the boys choir was midway In
the chanting Of "Come. My Beloved, 10
Meet the Bride" the song OF Solomon
which Is a part Of the ritual for the
Sabbath eve. Indeed, so personal was
the hymns allusion that he could not
forbear to blush, and to cover his EN-
barrassment he bowed and swayed
vigorously, as though In the ecstasy OF
PRAYER for the rest of the service.
At It's conclusion he met Mr.. Freed
man. who stood In conversation Win
bis proposed father-in-hw.
"A number vun." he heard the
schatchen murmur, and, applying the
aattering term to himself, he COM
menced to glisten with gentle mois-
| ture Of bashfulness.
The schatchen greeted him emu
sively.
"Meestaire Geensburg." he crieds
"dees Is Meestaire Adelstein."
PLEASED to meet you" Morris croak-
ed.
Dots all right" Mr.. Adelstein said
airily, don't mention it,
"Und how Is your daughter Becker
Morris inquired.
THANK Gawdr' Mr. Adelstein 10
plisd piously, meaning that the young