The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-09-04

At precisely noon on the FRIDAY IL
question Annibale left his store clad
In all his Sunday hnery, with hts
guitar case under one arm and bear
ing valise In his bediamonded right
hand. He entered his neighbours tailor
shop.
Il just come for sake-a hands with
YOU" he announced to Ginsburg. 81
like for ask-a you favor
Me" Morris replied. watts der mat
ter? You amt sick?"
Annibale evaded the question.
Il like for ask-a you" he continued,
please make a writing on this card,
just for some one is-a dead | want
for put on my door,"
Norris 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" Norris continued 'you
open tomorrow again, amt it,"
II dino" 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 at the
Norfolk Street synagogue commence In
June at O'Clock, for as soon as three
| Il i'm
Sabbath. on rabbinical authority, is held
to have duly arrived. Accordingly at
quarter to Morris locked up his
store and repaired to his place of wor-
ship.
His Sabbath attire, Of his own con-
struction, was 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
Norris, secure in the knowledge Of his
standing as a business man and prop
erty owner, caught sight of himself in
plate glass window he felt as though
he were already engaged to the rich
Miss Beckie Adelstein.
The impression was heightened upon
his arrival at the synagogue, for as he
entered the boys choir was midway in
the chanting Of Come, My Beloved, to
Meet the Bride" the song Of Solomon,
which is 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 its conclusion he met Mr.. Freed
man, who stood in conversation with
his proposed father-in-law.
"a number vun." he heard the
schatchen murmur. and, applying the
fiattering term to himself, he COM
menced to glisten with a gentle mois-
ture of bashfulness.
The schatchen greeted him effu-
sively
''Meestaire Geensburg," he cried.
.dees is Meestaire Adelstein."
PLEASED to meet you" Morris croak-
ed
DOI dll IlSHl, NAi. ~AUCAoeS'h SNAA
airily, don't mention it.
"Und how is your daughter Becker"
Morris inquired.
Thank Gawdw Mr.. Adelstein re-
piled piously, meaning that the young
lady was WELL Here the conversation
languished until Mr.. Freedman jumped
into the breech.
Amt it fine weather" he declar-
ed. I've go home by your way. Nee
Stare Geensburg."
He nudged the aspiring son-in-law in
the ribs.
Amt you def and dumb he hiss
ed soto voce. speech a little some
thingv'
They had proceeded as far as the |
corner Of Ginsburgs street.
"Und how is business?" Mr.. Abel |
stein asked by way of encouragement.
Business" Morris echoed. lis UNI
broofen good
He might as well have omitted the |
evil dispelling term ''umbroofen,' for |
no sooner were the words out of his !
mouth than a tremendous explosion |
shook the ground.
"Oi gewoldt' they exclaimed in
chorus- "Vot is dot?'
Norris followed the throng that ran
In the direction of his place of bust
ness and arrived in time to view An
nibale's barber shop and his own tailor
ing esta blishment burst into flames. +
The Black Hand had carried out
their threat in good earnest. Before
The fire apparatus appeared both stores
were Quilted. and the Sabbath meal,
with it's attendant ceremonies, was for
gotten by Adelstein and Freedman.
who stayed to view the stubborn
progress of the flames. The entire
building was involved in the destruc-
ion.
We'll, gentlemen Mr.. Adestein said
1t length, Il guess you excuse me. |
must go home to my supper. My fam
ly waits for me-
The Schatchen turned an anxious
ace toward his client.
Amt Won oOiDU RI aS, MpnStajrp