Morris shrugged.

“When a feller lives out in a place called Johnsonhurst, Abe,” he replied sadly, “he is lucky if he could get a cup of coffee before he leaves the house.  Our range is busted.”

“Something else is busted, too, Mawruss,” Abe said as he handed the morning paper to Morris.  The page which contained the “Business Troubles” column was folded at the following news item: 

J. EDWARD KLEEBAUM, Minneapolis, Minn.  The Wonder Cloak and Suit Store, J. Edward Kleebaum, Proprietor, was closed up by the sheriff under an execution in favor of Joseph Pfingst, who recovered a judgment yesterday in the Supreme Court for $5800, money loaned.  Kleebaum is supposed to be in New York trying to make some arrangements with his creditors.  Later in the day a petition in bankruptcy was filed against him by Kugler, Jacobi and Henck representing the following New York creditors:—­Klinger & Klein, $2500; Sammet Brothers, $1800; Lapidus & Elenbogen, $750.

Morris handed the paper back to his partner.

“Well, Abe,” he said, “what are we going to do about it?”

“We already done it, Mawruss,” Abe replied.  “I sent down Pfingst’s guarantee to Henry D. Feldman at nine o’clock already, and I told him he shouldn’t wait, but if Pfingst wouldn’t pay up to-day yet to sue him in the courts.”

Morris shrugged his shoulders.

“We shouldn’t be in such a hurry, Abe,” he said.  “Pfingst treated us right, and why shouldn’t we give him a chance to make good?”

“Because he don’t deserve it, Mawruss,” Abe rejoined as he started off for the show-room.  “If he would of took better care of his daughter she wouldn’t of run off with this here chauffeur, and Kleebaum wouldn’t got to fail.  Also, Mawruss, you shouldn’t talk that way neither, because if it wouldn’t be for Pfingst you wouldn’t got stuck with that oitermobile which we rode in it yesterday.”

“Well, I ain’t out much on it, Abe.”

“What d’ye mean you ain’t out much on it?” Abe exclaimed.  “It stands you in six hundred dollars, ain’t it?”

“Sure, I know,” Morris replied, “but this morning I come downtown with the feller what rents us the house out in Johnsonhurst and you never seen a feller so crazy about oitermobiles in all your life, Abe.”

“Except you, Mawruss,” Abe broke in.

“Me, I ain’t so crazy about ’em no longer,” Morris declared.  “So I fixed it up with this feller that he should take the Appalachian runabout off my hands for four hundred dollars and he should also give me a cancelation of the lease which we got of his house.  Furthermore, Abe, he pays our moving expenses back to a Hundred and Eighteenth Street.”

Abe sat down in the nearest chair.

“So you’re going to move back to a Hundred and Eighteenth Street, Mawruss,” he exclaimed.  “Why, what’s the matter with Johnsonhurst, Mawruss?  I thought you told it me Johnsonhurst was such a fine place.”