Abe and Mawruss - Being Further Adventures of Potash and Perlmutter by Montague Glass
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"I am keeping my word anyhow," he said; "but I am only coming to tell you I got to go to Chicago." "Why must you got to go?" Abe insisted. "Well, there's certain reasons, Mr. Potash," Harkavy replied. "There's certain--rea----" He struggled to control his speech as his eyes rested on the rear stairway, but his words became more and more inarticulate until, with a shudder and a gasp, he fell heavily to the floor. "_Oi gewoldt!_" Abe exclaimed. He rushed to the office for a glass of water, but even before he had reached the cooler he stopped suddenly. A great wailing cry came from the showroom and when he ran back with the water a bearded old man lay prostrate across Harkavy's body. Only Miss Cohen, the bookkeeper, kept a clear head during the confusion that followed. She despatched Nathan, the shipping clerk, for a doctor and directed her frightened employers to loosen the shirt-bands of the unconscious men. "Some whiskey!" Morris shouted--and one of the cutters produced it bashfully from his hip-pocket. "Never try to force whiskey on a fainting person," Miss Cohen cried. "It might get into their lungs and suffocate 'em." "I wasn't going to," Morris said hastily, as he took a yeoman's pull at |
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