Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-10-19

& Gunst amt no millionaires. believe
me, but they are good bright boys-too
bright for you, Mawruss. Ike Mengel
amt never done nobody for cent.
That amt saying nothing about thou
sand dollars AS for Unterberg being
afraid. he needn't be, Mawruss-he
needn't be a bit afraid that he'll ever
see the color Of their money. No. stree.
Aawruss. II any one says Mengel Bros.
& Gunst to me, Mawruss, hear q
noise like petition in bankruptcy"
'But the way I understand It." said
Perlmutter. "you gave 'em good send
of. Unterberg thinks It's recon-
mendation. that Mengel Bros. & Gunst
Is good for thousand"
docs he?" Abe retorted. IAN right,
let him think so and ship 'em the or
der at once. We may be suckers. Maw-
russ, but you know what the fellow
once said, Mawruss. Suckers likes
company, and don't you forget it."
For ten minutes Abe smoked in ST.
lence, and then he rose and re-entered
the office.
Miss Cohen" he said to the book
keeper, don't you send that letter. I'll
90 up and see Mengel Bros. & Gunst
myself"
Ike Mengel, the senior member Of
the firm Of Mehgel Bros. & Gunst. was
adding up figures on the back Of an
envelope as Abe came In, and apparent
ly found no pleasure In the operation.
"H'lo. Ike" Abe said, what are you
doing? Figuring up your overdue ac-
counts? think see ours there. Five
hundred and thirty-two forty-fve, amt
itT
"Is itY said Ike. "You got a good
memory, Abe"
II got good memory and good judg-
ment, too, Ike. When merchant like
Philip Unterberg says to me, as he did
say to me today, What do you think
Of Mengel Bros. & Gunst? Shall l
ship 'em thousand dollars, Abe? Are
they prompt pay?' I say, We'll, Mr..
Cnterberg. I'd like to have little time
to look at my books. | got so many
customers. Mr.. Unterberg. l can't tell
you exactly how each Of them is prompt
or not But If you come around to-
morrow. Mr. Cnterburg. then let you
know. That's the kind Of man am,
Ike I tell 'em straight what | think.
Now. suppoSing you give me a check
right away for S53245. and supposing
Unterherg asks me tomorrow what
advise. I can say, from the heart. Ike.
Mr. Unterbprg Mengel Bros. & Gunst
always pays us In good season.
Amt ~
Ike Menael slt In profound thought
for moment or two and then rose
slowly to his feet.
Miss LeviSon," he said to his book
keeper, make Potash & Perlmutter a
check for tive-twenty-two forty-five."
"Five-thirty-two forty five" Abe cor
rected firmly.
Excuse me-" said Mengel. He wav
ed an additional apology with his
grimy. fat hand. You are right"
Abe took the check with smile that
completely engulfed his short black
mustache between his nose and his
chin.
you see, Ike" he said, ut pays to
have good memory"
'That depends 1t who owes the mon
ey," Mengel replied sadly, and Abe
left hurriedly to certify the check be-
fore returning to his office.
III.
Here 1t is pertinent to record two
facts in their chronological order. On
the 18th Philip Unterberg shipped his
goods, and on the 30th Mengel Bros &
Gunst were thrown into involuntary
bankruptcy. It is unnecessary, how
ever, to pursue that interesting pro.
ceeding through oil Its stages, which
eliminated In q composition Of 10 cents
cash and Is cents promissory notes at
eight, ten and twelve months respec'
lively.
Ten days after the confirmation OF
the composition Morris Perlmutter,
laden with a sample case and followed
by q. small boy similarly burdened,
passed into the salesmen's entrance OF
the Boston Store, Kugel & Fishblatt,
proprietors. He encountered Philip
Unterberg on his way out
Good morning, Mr.. Unterberg,'
Morris said pleasantly.
Philip Unterberg stopped short and
fixed Morris with terrible glare.
Then he turned his face to one side
and spat out on the ground, "Tphooee,'
even as did Shimei Of old.
Morris dropped his sample case and
clutched Unterberg by the elbow.
whats the matter. Mr.. Unterberg"
he asked. "Have we done you some
thingf"
Unterberg choked and at length
found speech.
Done me something7 A question"
he gasped. He waved his hands I'M
potently. Wait" he shouted-"wait;
l fix him yet, that-that scoundrel-
Abe Potash
"Mr. Unterberg, one moment" Nor.
ris protested.
"And you, too," Unterberg went on
you too. You try to steal my trade.