"Always you're beefing about something happening what ain't going to happen, Abe," Morris retorted. "Just a few minutes since you hoped Kaskel Schwartz ain't going to be careless about cigarettels, and now you're imagining things about Feinholz sending back the goods." "Never mind, Mawruss," Abe replied; "in two days' time I shall breathe easier yet." For the rest of the day it rained in a steady, tropical downpour, and when Abe came downtown the next morning the weather had moderated only slightly. "Yes, Mawruss," he said as he entered, "that's a fine weather for a cloak business, Mawruss; and I bet yer, Mawruss, if we was making cravenettes and umbrellas yet we would be having a long dry spell." He heaved a great sigh and approached the bookkeeper's desk, where Morris had laid the morning mail. "Did you hear from those suckers out in Kansas City what made the kick about them London Smokes, Mawruss?" he asked. "Sure I did," Morris replied; "they says they decided to keep the goods." "I guess it left off raining in Kansas City," Abe commented. "Them suckers only made that kick because they thought they couldn't sell nothing in wet weather. Any other kicks, Mawruss?" "Yes," Morris replied shortly. Abe looked up. "Louis Feinholz!" he gasped. Morris nodded and handed Abe a letter. It read as follows: THE LONGCHAMPS L. FEINHOLZ, PROPRIETOR "EVERYTHING FOR MADAME...." NEW YORK, April 1st, 1908 GENTS: Your shipment of this date arrived and we must say we are surprised at the goods which you sent us. They are in no respect up to sample which we keep pending a settlement of any differences which we might have in respects to this matter. Yours truly, L. FEINHOLZ. Dic LF to RC "What does that sucker mean, Mawruss?" Abe asked. "We ain't sent him no sample of them capes, Mawruss. We made 'em up according to his instructions, Mawruss. Ain't it?" Morris nodded solemnly and again Abe read the letter. This time he dashed the note to the floor and grew purple with rage. "Why," he choked, "that sucker must mean it the winder sample." Again Morris nodded solemnly. "But a ten-year-old child could tell that them garments ain't like that winder sample, Mawruss," Abe went on. "Sure I know," Morris replied sadly, "and a district court judge could tell it, too. Also, a jury by the city court could tell it, Abe; and also, I rung up Henry D. Feldman and asked him if he could take a case for us against Louis Feinholz, and Feldman says that Feinholz is such an old client that he couldn't do it. And that's the way it goes." "But them capes was never intended to be the same like that sample, Mawruss," Abe cried.