The
business will be conducted under the old firm style."
Morris handed back the paper with a smile.
"I seen Leon Sammet on the subway this morning and he told me all about
it," he commented. "He says Gubin eloped with her."
Abe shook his head.
"You got it wrong, Mawruss. You must be mistaken," he concluded. "_She_
eloped with Gubin."
CHAPTER VIII
"You carry a fine stock, Mr. Sheitlis," Abe Potash exclaimed as he
glanced around the well-filled shelves of the Suffolk Credit Outfitting
Company.
"That ain't all the stock I carry," Mr. Sheitlis, the proprietor,
exclaimed. "I got also another stock which I am anxious to dispose of
it, Mr. Potash, and you could help me out, maybe."
Abe smiled with such forced amiability that his mustache was completely
engulfed between his nose and his lower lip.
"I ain't buying no cloaks, Mr. Sheitlis," he said. "I'm selling 'em."
"Not a stock from cloaks, Mr. Potash," Mr. Sheitlis explained; "but a
stock from gold and silver."
"I ain't in the jewelry business, neither," Abe said.
"That ain't the stock what I mean," Mr. Sheitlis cried. "Wait a bit and
I'll show you."
He went to the safe in his private office and returned with a crisp
parchment-paper certificate bearing in gilt characters the legend,
Texas-Nevada Gold and Silver Mining Corporation.
"This is what I mean it," he said; "stock from stock exchanges. I paid
one dollar a share for this hundred shares.
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