"Why, Mr. Potash," he said, "a boy is already on the way to your store with a check for that very stock. I sold it for three hundred dollars and I sent you a check for two hundred and seventy-five dollars. Twenty-five dollars is our usual charge for selling a hundred shares of stock that ain't quoted on the curb." "Much obliged, Mr. Fiedler," Abe said. "I'll be down there with a check for twenty-five hundred." "All right," Mr. Fiedler replied. "I'll go ahead and buy the stock for your account." "Well," Abe said, "don't do that until I come down. I got to fix it up with my partner first, Mr. Fiedler, and just as soon as I can get there I'll bring you the check." Twenty minutes after Abe had rung off a messenger arrived with a check for two hundred and seventy-five dollars, and Morris included it in the morning deposits which he was about to send over to the Kosciusko Bank. "While you're doing that, Mawruss," Abe said, "you might as well draw a check for twenty-five hundred dollars for that stock." Morris grunted. "That's going to bring down our balance a whole lot, Abe," he said. "Only for a week, Mawruss," Abe corrected, "and then we'll sell it again." "Whose order do I write it to, Abe?" Morris inquired. "I forgot to ask that," Abe replied. "Gunst & Baumer?" Morris asked. "They ain't the owners of it, Mawruss," said Abe. "They're only the brokers." "Maybe Sol Klinger is selling it to the stock-exchange people and they're selling it to us," Morris suggested. "Sol Klinger ain't going to sell his. He's going to hang on to it. Maybe it's this young feller what I see there, Mawruss, only I don't know his name." "Well, then, I'll make it out to Potash & Perlmutter, and you can indorse it when you get there," said Morris. At this juncture a customer entered, and Abe took him into the show-room, while Morris wrote out the check. For almost an hour and a half Abe displayed the firm's line, from which the customer selected a generous order, and when at last Abe was free to go down to Gunst & Baumer's it was nearly twelve o'clock. He put on his hat and coat, and jumped on a passing car, and it was not until he had traveled two blocks that he remembered the check. He ran all the way back to the store and, tearing the check out of the checkbook where Morris had left it, he dashed out again and once more boarded a Broadway car. In front of Gunst & Baumer's offices he leaped wildly from the car to the street, and, escaping an imminent fire engine and a hosecart, he ran into the doorway and took the stairs three at a jump. On the second floor of the building was Hill, Arkwright & Thompson's salesroom, where a trade sale was in progress, and the throng of buyers collected there overflowed onto the landing, but Abe elbowed his way through the crowd and made the last flight in two seconds. "Is Mr. Fiedler in?" he gasped as he burst into the manager's office of Gunst & Baumer's suite.