Part 38 (1/2)

”Experiences?” Morris asked. ”What for experiences?”

”Well, in the first place,” the cousin proceeded, ”two years ago he is studying for a doctor in the University of Harkav, and next door to him one house by the other lives a feller which I ain't got nothing to say against him, y'understand, only he goes to work and sends a package to the chief of police, Mr. Perlmutter, which when they open the package, y'understand, inside is something g'fixed. Mind you, Mr. Perlmutter, I wouldn't say nothing if it would be really the chief of police which would open the package, but always it is some poor _Schnorrer_ which the chief of police calls in from the street. This time it was a feller by the name Levin, a decent, respectable, young feller--his father was a _Rav_. The old man is coming over here this week, I understand, Mr.

Perlmutter--but when the chief of police sends out Levin in the backyard he should open the package, understand me, that's the last any one sees either from the package or either from Levin.”

Morris clicked his tongue sympathetically.

”And what did they done to the feller which sends the package?” he asked.

”Him, they didn't done nothing, Mr. Perlmutter,” the cousin replied; ”but Cesar, here, they put it all on to him. First they are making him arrested, and the police pretty near kill him and the Cossacks take him from Harkav to Odessa he should get tried, and then they pretty near kill him there; and if it wouldn't be that we are sending over to give to a judge there a couple thousand rubles they would right away shoot him. Anyhow, Mr. Perlmutter, one year my cousin sits in prison there; and then we are sending over a couple thousand rubles more which we give the feller what runs the prison, and so my cousin sneaks out of there and he comes over here to this country.”

Morris gazed at the neatly clad figure who walked quietly along beside him.

”You wouldn't think it to look at him,” he said; ”but, anyhow, I would do my best to see he gets a good show; and he would quick learn, I bet yer.”

By this time they had reached Potash & Perlmutter's premises and the cousin shook hands warmly with Morris.

”You got a good heart, Mr. Perlmutter,” he declared fervently; ”and you wouldn't lose money supposing you did pay him eight dollars a week to start.”

Morris paused before pa.s.sing indoors.

”Listen here to me,” he said. ”Maybe I got a good heart and maybe I ain't, but your cousin starts on five dollars a week, understand me; and if he gets six dollars inside of a month he would got to earn it.”

Despite this a.s.sertion, however, it was barely three weeks before Cesar Kovalenko was earning and receiving eight dollars a week, for never in their business experience had Abe and Morris employed a more intelligent workman. Not only did he exhibit great promise as an a.s.sistant cutter but he had acquired a knowledge of English sufficient for his needs.

”If the feller keeps on, Abe,” Morris said, ”we would soon got to give him another raise. He's a wonder!”

Abe nodded gloomily.

”You could get all the wonders you want, Mawruss, to learn cutting at eight dollars a week,” he said; ”and supposing he does pick up English quick, Mawruss--a feller could be a regular Henry Shakespeare, y'understand, and he wouldn't be any better as a garment cutter on that account. Am I right or wrong?”

”Well, certainly it don't do no harm that Kovalenko understands a little English,” Morris commented.

”Sure not,” Abe agreed satirically, ”because the quicker he learns English, Mawruss, the quicker he would copy our styles and find a job with a compet.i.tor. Take this here Harkavy, for instance. Only this morning I seen Felix Geigermann in the subway and he says that Kleiman & Elenbogen is showing, at a dollar less on the garment, a ringer for our Style 4022 which we sold him, Mawruss. Now, who tells them suckers how they could cut down on the b.u.t.tons and the lining, Mawruss, and put one pleat less in the skirt, Mawruss? I suppose you did or I did, Mawruss--ain't it?”

He paused for a reply, but none came.

”And yet, Mawruss,” he concluded, ”that feller Harkavy was a wonder too; and I suppose, Mawruss, the way he picked up English would be a big consolation to us, Mawruss, if a good customer like Geigermann leaves us and goes over to Kleiman & Elenbogen.”

Morris grunted scornfully.

”You are all the time looking for trouble, Abe,” he said. ”If we would lose as many customers as you are talking about, Abe, we wouldn't got a decent concern left on our books at all. You got to give Geigermann credit for knowing a good garment when he sees it.”

”Sure, I know, Mawruss,” Abe replied. ”Geigermann knows a good garment when he sees it, but his customers don't; and if Geigermann could get, for a dollar less than ours, garments which looks like ours and is like ours, all but the b.u.t.tons and the pleats in the skirt, we could kiss ourselves good-by with the business, no matter how many bright greenhorns we got it in our cutting room.”

”_Geh weg!_” Morris exclaimed. ”You don't know what you are talking about, Abe.”

Nevertheless, when Felix Geigermann, the well-known Harlem dry-goods merchant and violin dilettante, entered Potash & Perlmutter's showroom the next morning Morris greeted him with some misgiving.

”h.e.l.lo, Felix!” he said. ”Are you giving us a repeat order so soon already on them 4022's?”