Part 45 (2/2)

”R. S. V. P.”

It was the tenth of the month, and Abe Potash, of Potash & Perlmutter, was going through the firm mail with an exploratory thumb and finger, looking for checks.

”Well, Mawruss,” he said to his partner, Morris Perlmutter, ”all them hightone customers of yours they don't take it so particular that they should pay on the day, Mawruss. If they was only so prompt with checks as they was to claim deductions, Mawruss, you and me would have no worries. I think some of 'em finds a shortage in the s.h.i.+pment before they open the packing-case that the goods come in. Take your friend Hyman Maimin, of Sarahcuse--nothing suits him. He always kicks that the goods ain't made up right, or we ain't sent him enough fancies, or something like that. Five or six letters he writes us, Mawruss, when he gets the goods; but when he got to pay for 'em, Mawruss, that's something else again. You might think postage stamps was solitaire diamonds, and that he da.s.sen't use 'em!”

”Quit your kicking,” Perlmutter broke in. ”This is only the tenth of the month.”

”I know it,” said Abe. ”We should have had a check by the tenth of last month, but”--here Abe's eye lit upon an envelope directed in the handwriting of Hyman Maimin--”I guess there was some good reason for the delay,” he went on evenly. ”Anyhow, here's a letter from him now.”

He tore open the envelope and hurriedly removed the enclosed letter.

Then he took the envelope, blew it wide open, and shook it up and down, but no check fell out.

”Did y'ever see the like?” he exclaimed. ”Sends us a letter and no check!”

”Why, it ain't a letter,” Morris said. ”It's an advertis.e.m.e.nt.”

Abe's face grew white.

”A meeting of creditors!” he gasped.

Morris grabbed the missive from his partner and spread it out on the table.

”h.e.l.lo!” he exclaimed, a great smile of relief spreading itself about his ears. ”It's a wedding invitation!” He held it up to the light. ”'Mr.

and Mrs. Marcus Bramson,'” he read, ”'request the pleasure of Potash & Perlmutter's company at the marriage of their daughter Tillie to Mr.

Hyman Maimin, Sunday, March 19, at seven o'clock, P.M., Wiedermayer's Hall, 2099 South Oswego Street. R.S.V.P. to residence of bride, care of Advance Credit Clothing Company, 2097 South Oswego Street.'”

”What is that 'R.S.V.P. to residence of bride'?” Abe Potash asked.

Morris reflected for a moment.

”That means,” he said at length, ”that we should know where to send the present to.”

”How do you make that out?” said Abe.

”'R.S.V.P.',” Morris replied, emphasizing each letter with a motion of his hand, ”means 'Remember to send vedding present.'”

”But,” Abe rejoined, ”when I went to night school, we spelt 'wedding'

with a W.”

”A greenhorn like Maimin,” said Morris, ”don't know no better.”

”He knows enough to ask for a wedding present, Mawruss,” Abe commented, ”even if he don't know how to spell it. We'll send him a wedding present, Mawruss! We'll send him a summons from the court, that's what we'll send him!”

Morris shook his head.

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