"
"Well, you'll lose him, too, Abe, if you don't look out," said Morris,
who had concluded the reading of a typewritten letter with a scrawled
postscript. "Just see what he writes us."
He handed over the missive, which read as follows:
MESSRS. POTASH & PERLMUTTER.
_Gents:_ We are requested by Mrs. Kreitmann of your city to ask
about a young fellow what works for you by the name of Emanuel
Gubin. Has he any future, and what is his prospects? By doing so
you will greatly oblige
Truly yours,
THE FLOWER CITY CREDIT OUTFITTING CO.
Dic. PH/K
P. S. I don't like such monkey business. I thought you knew it. I
don't want no salesman. What is the matter with you anyway?
PHILIP HAHN.
Abe folded up the letter, and his mouth became a straight line of
determination under his stubby mustache.
"I guess I fix that young feller," he cried, seizing a pen. He wrote:
FLOWER CITY CREDIT OUTFITTING COMPANY.
_Gents:_ Your favor of the 14th inst. received and contents noted
and in reply would say the young fellow what you inquire about
ain't got no future with us and the prospects is he gets fired on
Saturday. We trust this is satisfactory.
Truly yours,
POTASH & PERLMUTTER.
On Saturday afternoon Morris Perlmutter was putting on his hat and coat
preparatory to going home.
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