Six months later Abe was scanning the columns of the Daily Cloak and Suit Record while Morris examined the morning mail. "Yes, Mawruss," he said at length. "Some people get only what they deserve. I always said it, some day Philip Hahn will be sorry he treated us the way he did. I bet yer he's sorry now." "So far what I hear, Abe," Morris replied, "he ain't told us nor nobody else that he's sorry. In fact, I seen him coming out of Sammet Brothers' yesterday, and he looked at me like he would treat us worser already, if he could. What makes you think he's sorry, Abe?" "Well," Abe went on, "if he _ain't_ sorry he _ought_ to be." He handed the Daily Cloak and Suit Record to Morris and indicated the New Business column with his thumb. "Rochester, N. Y.," it read. "Philip Hahn, doing business here as the Flower City Credit Outfitting Company, announces that he has taken into partnership Emanuel Gubin, who recently married Mr. Hahn's niece. The business will be conducted under the old firm style." Morris handed back the paper with a smile. "I seen Leon Sammet on the subway this morning and he told me all about it," he commented. "He says Gubin eloped with her." Abe shook his head. "You got it wrong, Mawruss. You must be mistaken," he concluded. "_She_ eloped with Gubin." CHAPTER VIII "You carry a fine stock, Mr. Sheitlis," Abe Potash exclaimed as he glanced around the well-filled shelves of the Suffolk Credit Outfitting Company. "That ain't all the stock I carry," Mr. Sheitlis, the proprietor, exclaimed. "I got also another stock which I am anxious to dispose of it, Mr. Potash, and you could help me out, maybe." Abe smiled with such forced amiability that his mustache was completely engulfed between his nose and his lower lip. "I ain't buying no cloaks, Mr. Sheitlis," he said. "I'm selling 'em." "Not a stock from cloaks, Mr. Potash," Mr. Sheitlis explained; "but a stock from gold and silver." "I ain't in the jewelry business, neither," Abe said. "That ain't the stock what I mean," Mr. Sheitlis cried. "Wait a bit and I'll show you." He went to the safe in his private office and returned with a crisp parchment-paper certificate bearing in gilt characters the legend, Texas-Nevada Gold and Silver Mining Corporation. "This is what I mean it," he said; "stock from stock exchanges. I paid one dollar a share for this hundred shares." Abe took the certificate and gazed at it earnestly with unseeing eyes. Mr. Sheitlis had just purchased a liberal order of cloaks and suits from Potash & Perlmutter, and it was, therefore, a difficult matter for Abe to turn down this stock proposition without offending a good customer. "Well, Mr. Sheitlis," he commenced, "me and Mawruss Perlmutter we do business under a copartnership agreement, and it says we ain't supposed to buy no stocks from stock exchanges, and----"