"What for?" he asked nonchalantly. "Because he asks you to," Abe replied, "and because I didn't got no right to butt in the way I did, Sidney. After all, your father is your father." "What's biting you now?" Sidney exclaimed. "Ain't you told me this morning I should do what I did?" Abe nodded sadly. "And didn't you say me and the old man couldn't give each other a square deal even if we wanted to?" Abe nodded again. "Then I'm going to stick to my job," Sidney declared as he walked toward the cashier's desk. Abe and Max trailed after him and when they reached the sidewalk Max seized his son by the arm. "Sidney, _leben_," he said; "listen to me. Come and eat anyhow a decent lunch and we'll talk this thing over." "What for?" Sidney said. "I've had as much as I want to eat, and besides I've got to see a fellow up at the Prince Clarence Hotel. I'll be at Riesenberger's to dinner to-night about the usual time." "Oh, you will, will you?" Max cried. "Well, all I got to say is you've got to pay for it yourself." Sidney broke into a laugh. "That worries me a whole lot!" he said. "I've made enough out of my commissions to-day already to pay a whole week's board down there." He turned and started across the street, but as he reached the curb he paused. "Tell mommer she shouldn't worry herself," he said. "I'm all right." Max looked at Abe with a sickly grin. "I think he is too, Abe," he murmured. "Would you come over to Broadway and take maybe a little lunch with me?" "Zwieback and coffee is good enough for me," Abe replied. Max linked his arm in Abe's. "You shouldn't be mad at me, Abe," he said sadly. "I am all turned upside down about that boy; and if zwieback and coffee is good enough for you and him, Abe, I guess it must be too good for me. But, just the same, I am going to eat with you, Abe, and we'll let bygones be bygones." * * * * * It was some weeks before Abe could bring himself to recount to Morris the full details of Sidney Koblin's regeneration, but Morris had learned the facts long before there appeared in the advertising section of the _Clothing and Haberdashery Magazine_ the following full-page advertisement: KATZBERG, SCHAPP & KOBLIN Announce the OPENING OF THEIR NEW OFFICE AND SHOWROOM In the Chicksaw Building, West 4th Street, New York MAKERS OF TROUSERS FOR FINICKY FOLKS A HEADLINER THE RAINSHED PANTS Manufactured from the Famous Rainproof Fabric "KOBLINETTE" KEEPS THE LEGS WARM AND DRY Spring Line Now Ready It caught Morris's eye one morning in January and he read it over--not without envy. "Some people's got all the luck, Abe," he said bitterly.