"
"A stock!" Morris exclaimed. "What for a stock?"
"A stock from the stock exchange," Abe replied; "a stock from gold and
silver mines. He wanted me I should do it a favor for him and see a
stock broker here and sell it for him."
"Well, that's pretty easy," Morris rejoined. "There's lots of stock
brokers in New York, Abe. There's pretty near as many stock brokers as
there is suckers, Abe."
"Maybe there is, Mawruss," Abe replied, "but I don't know any of them."
"No?" Morris said. "Well, Sol Klinger, of Klinger & Klein, could tell
you, I guess. I seen him in the subway this morning, and he was pretty
near having a fit over the financial page of the Sun. I asked him if he
seen a failure there, and he says no, but Steel has went up to seventy,
maybe it was eighty. So I says to him he should let Andrew Carnegie
worry about that, and he says if he would of bought it at forty he would
have been in thirty thousand dollars already."
"Who?" Abe asked. "Andrew Carnegie?"
"No," Morris said; "Sol Klinger. So I says to him I could get all the
excitement I wanted out of auction pinochle and he says----"
"S'enough, Mawruss," Abe broke in. "I heard enough already. I'll ring
him up and ask him the name of the broker what does his business."
He went to the telephone in the back of the store and returned a moment
later and put on his hat and coat.
"I rung up Sol, Mawruss," he said, "and Sol tells me that a good broker
is Gunst & Baumer.
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