best houses in
Frisco, Portland, Seattle, Los Angles, Fresno &c &c &c. Am all
for business and can give A 1 references. At present am
unnattached but expect quick action as am neggotiating with one
of the largest speciality houses in the trade. Ask no favors of
nobody but results will show.

          
                                                          Yours truly

                                            MARKS PASINSKY.

“By jimminy!” Abe cried after he had finished reading the letter.  “That’s the feller we want to hire it, Mawruss.  Let’s write him to call.”

It would hardly be violating Marks Pasinsky’s confidence to disclose that he held himself to be a forceful man.  He never spoke save in italics, and when he shook hands with anyone the recipient of the honor felt it for the rest of the day.  Abe watched Morris undergo the ordeal and plunged his hands in his trousers’ pockets.

“And this is Mr. Potash,” Pasinsky cried, releasing his grip on Morris and extending his hand toward Abe.

“How d’ye do?” Abe said without removing his hands.  “I think I seen you oncet before already in Mandleberger Brothers & Co., in Chicago.”

“I presume you did,” Marks Pasinsky replied.  “Ed Mandleberger and me married cousins.  That is to say, my wife’s mother’s sister is a sister-in-law to a brother of Ed Mandleberger’s wife’s mother.”

“Huh, huh,” Abe murmured.  “Do you know Simon Kuhner, buyer for their cloak department?”

Marks Pasinsky sat down and fixed Abe with an incredulous smile.

“A question!” he exclaimed.  “Do I know him?  Every afternoon, when I am in Chicago, Simon and me drinks coffee together.”

Abe and Morris looked at each other with glances of mixed wonder and delight.

“I’ll tell you another feller I’m intimate with, too,” he said.  “Do you know Charles I. Fichter, cloak buyer for Gardner, Baum & Miller, in Seattle?”

Abe nodded.  He had been vainly trying to sell Fichter a bill of goods since 1898.

“Well, Charlie and me was delegates to the National Grand Lodge of the Independent Order Mattai Aaron, and I nominated Charlie for Grand Scribe.  The way it come about was this, if you’d care to hear about it.”

“That’s all right,” Morris interrupted.  “We take your word for it.  The point is, could you sell it him a big bill of goods, maybe?”

Marks Pasinsky leaned back in his chair and laughed uproariously.

“Why, Mr. Perlmutter,” he said, all out of breath from his mirth, “that feller is actually putting his job in danger because he’s holding off in his fall buying until I get to Seattle.  Fichter wouldn’t buy not a dollar’s worth of goods from nobody else but me, not if you was to make him a present of them for nothing.”

He gave many more instances of his friendship with cloak and suit buyers.  For example, it appeared that he knew Rudolph Rosenwater, buyer for Feigenson & Schiffer, of San Francisco, to the extent of an anecdote containing a long, intimate dialogue wherein Rosenwater commenced all his speeches with:  “Well, Markie.”