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Noblesse Oblige | 3 |
Appenweier's Account | 33 |
A Match for Elkan Lubliner | 81 |
Highgrade Lines | 147 |
One of Esau's Fables | 196 |
A Tale of Two Jacobean Chairs | 250 |
Sweet and Sour | 288 |
ELKAN LUBLINER, AMERICAN
"NU, PHILIP," cried Marcus Polatkin to his partner, PhilipScheikowitz, as they sat in the showroom of their place ofbusiness one June morning, "even if the letter does got bad newsin it you shouldn't take on so hard. When a feller is making goodover here and the Leute im Russland hears about it, understandme, they are all the time sending him bad news. I got in Minsk acousin by the name Pincus Lubliner, understand me, which everytime he writes me, y'understand, a relation dies on him and hewants me I should help pay funeral expenses. You might think Iwas a Free Burial Society, the way that feller acts."
"Sure, I know," Philip replied as he folded the letter away; "butthis here is something else again. Mind you, with his ownlandlord he is sitting playing [Pg 4]cards, Marcus, and comes a pistolthrough the window and the landlord drops dead."
"What have you got to do with the landlord?" Polatkin retorted."If it was your brother-in-law was killed that's a differencematter entirely; but when a feller is a landlord im Russland,understand me, the least he could expect is that he gets killedonce in a while."
"I ain't saying nothing about the landlord," Philip protested,"but my brother-in-law writes they are afraid for thei