"
A week later the Fashion Store's order was finished, packed and shipped;
and on the same day that Goldman, the foreman, dismissed the hands
he went down to Henry D. Feldman's office. There he signed an
agreement with Potash & Perlmutter to make up all their garments
in the contracting shop which he proposed to open the first of the
following month.
"Where are you going to have it your shop, Goldman?" Morris asked, after
they had returned from Feldman's.
"That I couldn't tell it you just yet," Goldman replied. "We ain't quite
decided yet."
"We!" Abe cried excitedly. "Who's we?"
"Well, I expect to get it a partner with a couple of hundred dollars,"
Goldman said; "but, anyhow, Mr. Potash, I get some cards printed next
week and I send you one."
"All right," Abe replied. "Only let me give it you a piece of advice,
Goldman: If you get it a partner, don't make no mistake and have
some feller what wants to run you and the business and everybody
else, Goldman."
The thrust went home and Morris stared fiercely at his partner.
"And you should see it also that his wife ain't got no relations,
Goldman," he added, "otherwise he'll want you to share the profits of
the business with them."
Goldman nodded.
"Oh, I got a good, smart feller picked out, and his wife's relations
will be all right, too," he said, as he started to leave. "But, anyhow,
Mr. Perlmutter, I let you know next week."
About ten days afterward, while Morris and Abe were in the throes of
packing, prior to the removal of their business, the letter-carrier
entered with a batch of mail, and Morris immediately took it into the
show-room.
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