The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1917-10-13

might you already got a wife In
R~ussland?" he said bitterly after the
presentation, ON paper, of his tenth
candidate, for your east side schatchen
Is nothing If not persistent.
Morris grinned.
might" he replied systematically.
anyhow | ask you ah question. Must
| get marriedE"
The schat.hen nodded vigorously.
Sure you must" he retorted. ut is
doch a law from old times yet"
"Und if l wouldn't said Morris,
struggling, who could do me some
thing? Tell me dot?" Thus was the
matchmaker completely silenced.
But now Ginsburg was obliged to adj
init to himself that be might have
made a mistake in so long remaining
single. With an established business
n a one-tWentieth interest in a tene-
ment house, he could demand a dowry
Of almost a thousand dollars, to say
nothing of the furniture for a fat.
His prayers concluded, he made an
attempt at slumber. but without avail.
Only two weeks and hat $3.50 must be
forthcoming or his career as a land
owner would incontinently cease. The
thought of Freedman, the s%chatchen,
with his innumerable candidates, re-
CURED in his musings. and at length
he resolved TO consult the marriage
broker on the morrow.
The mex morning broke clear and
cool. A smart breeze blew from the
river and, entering the rear window of
G%insburg's store. bore with it the char
acteristic dor of none seed and her
rings. To Morris this was tie spice
laden wind of the Scriptures. and he
managed to add to his morning devo-
tons n or two extra roulades and ca
denzas of such penetrating timbre that
the tenant in the fat above sought to
stem the flow of melody by stamping
on the bare floor.
AS Morris concluded. his assistant
knocked at the door of the store, and
Ginsburg unlocked it on the instant.
"You know Freedman. der schatch-
emp he asked his employee.
Ivy not" the youth replied. "Ain't 1t
CIV DOus buONS III
ME, make words about it," Morris
cried impatiently; 81 want it you
should go und tell him he comes by
me quick. understand?
Ivy not?" the assistant answered i'm
p~erturbably. and shambled down the
street.
Morris was wiping away the crumbs
of his frugal breakfast when his as
sistant returned with the schatchen.
"Sholom alai chem, Meestaire Freed
man." he exclaimed, which is the con-
ventional oriental greeting-'Peace be
with you
"Alai chem sholom,' Mr.. Freedman
responded. and sat down heavily in a
rickety chair.
mice weather." Morris remarked by
way of preamble. Amt it,"
Mr.. Freedman shrugged angrily.
"Ah question: he snorted. He had
been brought from his bed at an I'M
heard of hour and was indignant in
proportion.
I'm only saying" Morris fastened
to explain. extending an apologize
palm, Il mean business dis time"
The schatchen's face lighted up i'm
mediately.
Business" he echoed; dots some
thing else again"
He paused and knitted his brows in
deep reflection. Mentally he passed in
review all the young ladies of his
clientele.
YAH" he calculated in sudden re-
membrane. Il got something extra A
number Won. You know Adelstein, der
cloakmaker?'
ME"
You know his daughter Becker"
Big" Morris inquired, his hand
raised some six feet from the floor.
Freedman nodded.
"Fat?" Morris continued, making an
extended gesture with both arms as