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

lady was well. Here the conversation
languished until Mr.. Freedman Jumped
into the breech.
"Ain't It a fine weather." be declaf.
ed. I'VE 90 home by your way. Mo-
staire Geensburg."
he nudged the aspiring son-in-law IN
the ribs.
"Ain't you deef and dumb" he hiss
ed soto voce. Speech q little some
thtngw
They had proceeded as Tar a. the
corner Of Ginsburgs street.
"Und how Is businessY Mr.. Adef
stein asked by way Of encouragement
Business" Morris echoed, ~ 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 dOtT
Morris 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 establishment burst into flames.
The Black Hand had carried out
their threat in good earnest. Before
the fire apparatus appeared both stores
were gutted, and the Sabbath meal,
with its 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 desruc-
ton.
"yell, gentlemen" Mr.. Adelstein said
at length, 81 guess you excuse me. I
must 90 home to my supper. My fam.
lily waits for me-"
The schatchen turned an anxious
face toward his client.
"Ain't you going to ask Meestaire
Geensburg as vell?" he whispered.
"votw Mr.. Adelstein exclaimed In
Mortified accents. Il guess not" OBJ
viously he directed the remainder Of
his sentence at Morris. my Beckie,"
he concluded, ''ain't for no beggars
und bankrupts."
The outraged Ginsburg wheeled
around and fixed his quondam prospec-
tive father-in-law with terrible glare.
"Meestaire Adelstein," he replied, II
am q business man and q property
owner" He paused for one impres-
sive moment. "Und," he added, with
telling emphasis, "mein store u IN
sured for $1,000"
Hear, oh, children the schatchsn
cried. 1.-TWO thousand dollars and q
total lossw
The sneer on Adelstein's face merged
at once into a conciliatng smile.
"Nie, ME-" he said meltingly. II vas
only joking"
he essayed to pinch Morris cheek -
playful evidence Of affection, but the
latter drew back coldly.
"Familiariuesw he exclaimed. Joke
with him"-he indicated the despair
Ing schatchen-"joke with somebody
else, but not with me-" Then came the
parting shot: "Ytu tink would marry
your daughter Beckie now? No, sir.
not II her hair hung NIT diamonds"
A year later Mr.. Morris GinsburE.
merchant tailor OF Nassau street and
owner Of an undivided four-Afteenth
interest In two east side tenements. en-.
tered downtown barbershop. Gons
were the ragged whiskers Of yester.
year, and well trimmed mustache
adorned his upper lip, for such are the
"You next, sir" said familiar voice,
Mr.. Ginsburg turned in its direction.
and there stood Annibale Lomonte. Z
trife plumper. perhaps, but with un.
deniably the same diamond hne,
canary colored stone. almost dawless-
decorating his right hand. The recog.
milton was mutual
"Al-lo" Annibale exclaimed. "Hal
What you think that? am always for
wonder what you goin' do since this-a
Black Han make-a your store on hre.
Ginsburg climbed into the chair.
II was insured" he said with simple
dignity.
~ guess you so reech," Annibals com.
mented as he lathered his old neigh.
boris chin, you get shave-a, evra day"
"Not every day." Morris corrected,
every other day"
"Ha" Annibale rejoined, what 700
wife say for that"
wife" Morris echoed. IVY. amt
got no vifer'
Nor Annibale remarked with 20.
lite rising infection. well, that's al