summaryrefslogtreecommitdiff
path: root/37360-h/37360-h.htm
blob: 88e650424e8a36421ba0554384c665a8472cbaec (plain) 
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326
327
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379
380
381
382
383
384
385
386
387
388
389
390
391
392
393
394
395
396
397
398
399
400
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413
414
415
416
417
418
419
420
421
422
423
424
425
426
427
428
429
430
431
432
433
434
435
436
437
438
439
440
441
442
443
444
445
446
447
448
449
450
451
452
453
454
455
456
457
458
459
460
461
462
463
464
465
466
467
468
469
470
471
472
473
474
475
476
477
478
479
480
481
482
483
484
485
486
487
488
489
490
491
492
493
494
495
496
497
498
499
500
501
502
503
504
505
506
507
508
509
510
511
512
513
514
515
516
517
518
519
520
521
522
523
524
525
526
527
528
529
530
531
532
533
534
535
536
537
538
539
540
541
542
543
544
545
546
547
548
549
550
551
552
553
554
555
556
557
558
559
560
561
562
563
564
565
566
567
568
569
570
571
572
573
574
575
576
577
578
579
580
581
582
583
584
585
586
587
588
589
590
591
592
593
594
595
596
597
598
599
600
601
602
603
604
605
606
607
608
609
610
611
612
613
614
615
616
617
618
619
620
621
622
623
624
625
626
627
628
629
630
631
632
633
634
635
636
637
638
639
640
641
642
643
644
645
646
647
648
649
650
651
652
653
654
655
656
657
658
659
660
661
662
663
664
665
666
667
668
669
670
671
672
673
674
675
676
677
678
679
680
681
682
683
684
685
686
687
688
689
690
691
692
693
694
695
696
697
698
699
700
701
702
703
704
705
706
707
708
709
710
711
712
713
714
715
716
717
718
719
720
721
722
723
724
725
726
727
728
729
730
731
732
733
734
735
736
737
738
739
740
741
742
743
744
745
746
747
748
749
750
751
752
753
754
755
756
757
758
759
760
761
762
763
764
765
766
767
768
769
770
771
772
773
774
775
776
777
778
779
780
781
782
783
784
785
786
787
788
789
790
791
792
793
794
795
796
797
798
799
800
801
802
803
804
805
806
807
808
809
810
811
812
813
814
815
816
817
818
819
820
821
822
823
824
825
826
827
828
829
830
831
832
833
834
835
836
837
838
839
840
841
842
843
844
845
846
847
848
849
850
851
852
853
854
855
856
857
858
859
860
861
862
863
864
865
866
867
868
869
870
871
872
873
874
875
876
877
878
879
880
881
882
883
884
885
886
887
888
889
890
891
892
893
894
895
896
897
898
899
900
901
902
903
904
905
906
907
908
909
910
911
912
913
914
915
916
917
918
919
920
921
922
923
924
925
926
927
928
929
930
931
932
933
934
935
936
937
938
939
940
941
942
943
944
945
946
947
948
949
950
951
952
953
954
955
956
957
958
959
960
961
962
963
964
965
966
967
968
969
970
971
972
973
974
975
976
977
978
979
980
981
982
983
984
985
986
987
988
989
990
991
992
993
994
995
996
997
998
999
1000
1001
1002
1003
1004
1005
1006
1007
1008
1009
1010
1011
1012
1013
1014
1015
1016
1017
1018
1019
1020
1021
1022
1023
1024
1025
1026
1027
1028
1029
1030
1031
1032
1033
1034
1035
1036
1037
1038
1039
1040
1041
1042
1043
1044
1045
1046
1047
1048
1049
1050
1051
1052
1053
1054
1055
1056
1057
1058
1059
1060
1061
1062
1063
1064
1065
1066
1067
1068
1069
1070
1071
1072
1073
1074
1075
1076
1077
1078
1079
1080
1081
1082
1083
1084
1085
1086
1087
1088
1089
1090
1091
1092
1093
1094
1095
1096
1097
1098
1099
1100
1101
1102
1103
1104
1105
1106
1107
1108
1109
1110
1111
1112
1113
1114
1115
1116
1117
1118
1119
1120
1121
1122
1123
1124
1125
1126
1127
1128
1129
1130
1131
1132
1133
1134
1135
1136
1137
1138
1139
1140
1141
1142
1143
1144
1145
1146
1147
1148
1149
1150
1151
1152
1153
1154
1155
1156
1157
1158
1159
1160
1161
1162
1163
1164
1165
1166
1167
1168
1169
1170
1171
1172
1173
1174
1175
1176
1177
1178
1179
1180
1181
1182
1183
1184
1185
1186
1187
1188
1189
1190
1191
1192
1193
1194
1195
1196
1197
1198
1199
1200
1201
1202
1203
1204
1205
1206
1207
1208
1209
1210
1211
1212
1213
1214
1215
1216
1217
1218
1219
1220
1221
1222
1223
1224
1225
1226
1227
1228
1229
1230
1231
1232
1233
1234
1235
1236
1237
1238
1239
1240
1241
1242
1243
1244
1245
1246
1247
1248
1249
1250
1251
1252
1253
1254
1255
1256
1257
1258
1259
1260
1261
1262
1263
1264
1265
1266
1267
1268
1269
1270
1271
1272
1273
1274
1275
1276
1277
1278
1279
1280
1281
1282
1283
1284
1285
1286
1287
1288
1289
1290
1291
1292
1293
1294
1295
1296
1297
1298
1299
1300
1301
1302
1303
1304
1305
1306
1307
1308
1309
1310
1311
1312
1313
1314
1315
1316
1317
1318
1319
1320
1321
1322
1323
1324
1325
1326
1327
1328
1329
1330
1331
1332
1333
1334
1335
1336
1337
1338
1339
1340
1341
1342
1343
1344
1345
1346
1347
1348
1349
1350
1351
1352
1353
1354
1355
1356
1357
1358
1359
1360
1361
1362
1363
1364
1365
1366
1367
1368
1369
1370
1371
1372
1373
1374
1375
1376
1377
1378
1379
1380
1381
1382
1383
1384
1385
1386
1387
1388
1389
1390
1391
1392
1393
1394
1395
1396
1397
1398
1399
1400
1401
1402
1403
1404
1405
1406
1407
1408
1409
1410
1411
1412
1413
1414
1415
1416
1417
1418
1419
1420
1421
1422
1423
1424
1425
1426
1427
1428
1429
1430
1431
1432
1433
1434
1435
1436
1437
1438
1439
1440
1441
1442
1443
1444
1445
1446
1447
1448
1449
1450
1451
1452
1453
1454
1455
1456
1457
1458
1459
1460
1461
1462
1463
1464
1465
1466
1467
1468
1469
1470
1471
1472
1473
1474
1475
1476
1477
1478
1479
1480
1481
1482
1483
1484
1485
1486
1487
1488
1489
1490
1491
1492
1493
1494
1495
1496
1497
1498
1499
1500
1501
1502
1503
1504
1505
1506
1507
1508
1509
1510
1511
1512
1513
1514
1515
1516
1517
1518
1519
1520
1521
1522
1523
1524
1525
1526
1527
1528
1529
1530
1531
1532
1533
1534
1535
1536
1537
1538
1539
1540
1541
1542
1543
1544
1545
1546
1547
1548
1549
1550
1551
1552
1553
1554
1555
1556
1557
1558
1559
1560
1561
1562
1563
1564
1565
1566
1567
1568
1569
1570
1571
1572
1573
1574
1575
1576
1577
1578
1579
1580
1581
1582
1583
1584
1585
1586
1587
1588
1589
1590
1591
1592
1593
1594
1595
1596
1597
1598
1599
1600
1601
1602
1603
1604
1605
1606
1607
1608
1609
1610
1611
1612
1613
1614
1615
1616
1617
1618
1619
1620
1621
1622
1623
1624
1625
1626
1627
1628
1629
1630
1631
1632
1633
1634
1635
1636
1637
1638
1639
1640
1641
1642
1643
1644
1645
1646
1647
1648
1649
1650
1651
1652
1653
1654
1655
1656
1657
1658
1659
1660
1661
1662
1663
1664
1665
1666
1667
1668
1669
1670
1671
1672
1673
1674
1675
1676
1677
1678
1679
1680
1681
1682
1683
1684
1685
1686
1687
1688
1689
1690
1691
1692
1693
1694
1695
1696
1697
1698
1699
1700
1701
1702
1703
1704
1705
1706
1707
1708
1709
1710
1711
1712
1713
1714
1715
1716
1717
1718
1719
1720
1721
1722
1723
1724
1725
1726
1727
1728
1729
1730
1731
1732
1733
1734
1735
1736
1737
1738
1739
1740
1741
1742
1743
1744
1745
1746
1747
1748
1749
1750
1751
1752
1753
1754
1755
1756
1757
1758
1759
1760
1761
1762
1763
1764
1765
1766
1767
1768
1769
1770
1771
1772
1773
1774
1775
1776
1777
1778
1779
1780
1781
1782
1783
1784
1785
1786
1787
1788
1789
1790
1791
1792
1793
1794
1795
1796
1797
1798
1799
1800
1801
1802
1803
1804
1805
1806
1807
1808
1809
1810
1811
1812
1813
1814
1815
1816
1817
1818
1819
1820
1821
1822
1823
1824
1825
1826
1827
1828
1829
1830
1831
1832
1833
1834
1835
1836
1837
1838
1839
1840
1841
1842
1843
1844
1845
1846
1847
1848
1849
1850
1851
1852
1853
1854
1855
1856
1857
1858
1859
1860
1861
1862
1863
1864
1865
1866
1867
1868
1869
1870
1871
1872
1873
1874
1875
1876
1877
1878
1879
1880
1881
1882
1883
1884
1885
1886
1887
1888
1889
1890
1891
1892
1893
1894
1895
1896
1897
1898
1899
1900
1901
1902
1903
1904
1905
1906
1907
1908
1909
1910
1911
1912
1913
1914
1915
1916
1917
1918
1919
1920
1921
1922
1923
1924
1925
1926
1927
1928
1929
1930
1931
1932
1933
1934
1935
1936
1937
1938
1939
1940
1941
1942
1943
1944
1945
1946
1947
1948
1949
1950
1951
1952
1953
1954
1955
1956
1957
1958
1959
1960
1961
1962
1963
1964
1965
1966
1967
1968
1969
1970
1971
1972
1973
1974
1975
1976
1977
1978
1979
1980
1981
1982
1983
1984
1985
1986
1987
1988
1989
1990
1991
1992
1993
1994
1995
1996
1997
1998
1999
2000
2001
2002
2003
2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009
2010
2011
2012
2013
2014
2015
2016
2017
2018
2019
2020
2021
2022
2023
2024
2025
2026
2027
2028
2029
2030
2031
2032
2033
2034
2035
2036
2037
2038
2039
2040
2041
2042
2043
2044
2045
2046
2047
2048
2049
2050
2051
2052
2053
2054
2055
2056
2057
2058
2059
2060
2061
2062
2063
2064
2065
2066
2067
2068
2069
2070
2071
2072
2073
2074
2075
2076
2077
2078
2079
2080
2081
2082
2083
2084
2085
2086
2087
2088
2089
2090
2091
2092
2093
2094
2095
2096
2097
2098
2099
2100
2101
2102
2103
2104
2105
2106
2107
2108
2109
2110
2111
2112
2113
2114
2115
2116
2117
2118
2119
2120
2121
2122
2123
2124
2125
2126
2127
2128
2129
2130
2131
2132
2133
2134
2135
2136
2137
2138
2139
2140
2141
2142
2143
2144
2145
2146
2147
2148
2149
2150
2151
2152
2153
2154
2155
2156
2157
2158
2159
2160
2161
2162
2163
2164
2165
2166
2167
2168
2169
2170
2171
2172
2173
2174
2175
2176
2177
2178
2179
2180
2181
2182
2183
2184
2185
2186
2187
2188
2189
2190
2191
2192
2193
2194
2195
2196
2197
2198
2199
2200
2201
2202
2203
2204
2205
2206
2207
2208
2209
2210
2211
2212
2213
2214
2215
2216
2217
2218
2219
2220
2221
2222
2223
2224
2225
2226
2227
2228
2229
2230
2231
2232
2233
2234
2235
2236
2237
2238
2239
2240
2241
2242
2243
2244
2245
2246
2247
2248
2249
2250
2251
2252
2253
2254
2255
2256
2257
2258
2259
2260
2261
2262
2263
2264
2265
2266
2267
2268
2269
2270
2271
2272
2273
2274
2275
2276
2277
2278
2279
2280
2281
2282
2283
2284
2285
2286
2287
2288
2289
2290
2291
2292
2293
2294
2295
2296
2297
2298
2299
2300
2301
2302
2303
2304
2305
2306
2307
2308
2309
2310
2311
2312
2313
2314
2315
2316
2317
2318
2319
2320
2321
2322
2323
2324
2325
2326
2327
2328
2329
2330
2331
2332
2333
2334
2335
2336
2337
2338
2339
2340
2341
2342
2343
2344
2345
2346
2347
2348
2349
2350
2351
2352
2353
2354
2355
2356
2357
2358
2359
2360
2361
2362
2363
2364
2365
2366
2367
2368
2369
2370
2371
2372
2373
2374
2375

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN"
    "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">

<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
  <head>
    <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" />
    <title>
      The Project Gutenberg eBook of Object Matrimony, by Montague Glass.
    </title>
    <style type="text/css">

    p {  margin-top: .75em;
         text-align: justify;
         margin-bottom: .75em;
         }
    h1,h2 {
         text-align: center; /* all headings centered */
         clear: both;
         }

    body{margin-left: 10%;
         margin-right: 10%;
        }

    .pagenum  { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */
            /*  visibility: hidden;  */
                position: absolute;
                left: 92%;
                font-size: smaller;
                text-align: right;
              } /* page numbers */

     hr.r15 {width: 15%; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em;}
     hr.r65 {width: 65%; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em;}

    .center   {text-align: center;}
    .smcap    {font-variant: small-caps;}

    .extraspacetop {padding-top: 2em; }
    .extraspacebot {padding-bottom: 2em; }
    .blockquote {margin-left: 25%; margin-right: 25%;}
    .unindent {margin-top: .75em;
              text-align: justify;
              margin-bottom: .75em;
              }
    div.versobackground
              {
              width:400px;
              height:271px;
              background-position:center;
              background:url(images/verso01_a.jpg);
              border:2px;
              }
    div.textbox
              {
              width:350px;
              height:110px;
              margin:40px 38px;
              border:1px white;
              /* CSS3 standard */
              opacity:0.6;
              }
    div.textbox p
              {
              margin:40px 40px;
              font-weight:bold;
              color:#000000;
              }

    .caption  {font-weight: bold;}

    .figcenter   {margin: auto; text-align: center;}

    .figleft     {float: left; clear: left; margin-left: 0; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top:
                 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 0; text-align: center;}

    </style>
  </head>
<body>


<pre>

The Project Gutenberg EBook of Object: matrimony, by Montague Glass

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org


Title: Object: matrimony

Author: Montague Glass

Release Date: September 8, 2011 [EBook #37360]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OBJECT: MATRIMONY ***




Produced by Dianna Adair, Suzanne Shell and the Online
Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net






</pre>


<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/tp01.jpg" width="375" height="688" alt="Cover" title="Cover" />
</div>

<div class="figcenter extraspacetop">
<img src="images/halftp01c.jpg" width="400" height="378" alt="Title Page Art" title="Title Page Art" />
</div>

<div class="figcenter extraspacetop">
<img src="images/frontis01_b.jpg" width="450" height="238" alt="DID YOU EVER SUFFER FROM STUMMICK TROUBLE?" title="" />
</div>
<div class="extraspacebot center">
<span class="caption">"DID YOU EVER SUFFER FROM STUMMICK TROUBLE?"</span>
</div>

<h1>
OBJECT:<br />
MATRIMONY
</h1>

<p class="extraspacetop center">By MONTAGUE GLASS<br />
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK<br />
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE &amp; COMPANY<br />
1912</p>

<div class="figcenter extraspacetop">
<img src="images/tp02a.jpg" width="400" height="435" alt="Title Page Illustration" title="Title Page Illustration" />
</div>

<p class="center extraspacetop">
<i>Copyright, 1909, by</i></p>
<p class="smcap center">The Curtis Publishing Company</p>
<p class="center"><i>Copyright, 1912, by</i><br />
<span class="smcap">Doubleday, Page &amp; Company</span><br />
</p>

<div class="figcenter versobackground">

<div class="center textbox">
<p class="center"><i>All rights reserved including<br />
that of translation<br />
into foreign languages,<br />
including the<br />
Scandinavian</i></p></div></div>

<div class="figcenter extraspacetop extraspacebot">
<img src="images/p01aa.jpg" width="301" height="145" alt="Object: Matrimony By Montague Glass" title="" />
</div>

<div class="figleft">
<img src="images/p01bb.jpg" width="55" height="68" alt="R" title="" /></div>
<div class="unindent">EAL ESTATE!" Philip
Margolius cried bitterly;
"that's a business
for a business man!
If a feller's in the
clothing business and it comes
bad times, Mr. Feldman, he can
sell it his goods at cost and live
anyhow; but if a feller's in the
real-estate business, Mr. Feldman,
and it comes bad times, he can't
not only sell his houses, but he
couldn't give 'em away yet, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
when the second mortgage forecloses
he gets deficiency judgments
against him."</div>

<p>"Why don't you do this?" Mr.
Feldman suggested. "Why don't
you go to the second mortgagee and
tell him you'll convey the houses to
him in satisfaction of the mortgage?
Those houses will never bring even
the amount of the first mortgage
in these times, and surely he would
rather have the houses than a deficiency
judgment against you."</p>

<p>"That's what I told him a hundred
times. Believe me, Mr.
Feldman, I used hours and hours
of the best salesmanship on that
feller," Margolius answered, "and
all he says is that he wouldn't have
to pay no interest, insurance and
taxes on a deficiency judgment,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
while a house what stands vacant
you got to all the time be paying
out money."</p>

<p>"But as soon as they put the
subway through," Mr. Feldman
continued, "that property around
Two Hundred and Sixty-fourth
Street and Heidenfeld Avenue will
go up tremendously."</p>

<p>"Sure I know," Margolius
agreed; "but when a feller's got
four double flat-houses and every
flat yet vacant, futures don't cut
no ice. Them tenants couldn't
ride on futures, Mr. Feldman; and
so, with the nearest trolley car ten
blocks away, I am up against a dead
proposition."</p>

<p>"Wouldn't he give you a year's
extension?" Mr. Feldman asked.</p>

<p>"He wouldn't give me positively<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
nothing," Margolius replied
hopelessly. "That feller's a regular
Skylark. He wants his pound of
meat every time, Mr. Feldman.
So I guess you got to think up some
scheme for me that I should beat
him out. Them mortgages falls
due in ten days, Mr. Feldman, and
we got to act quick."</p>

<p>Mr. Feldman frowned judicially.
In New York, if an attorney for a
realty owner knows his business
and neglects his professional ethics
he can so obstruct an action to
foreclose a mortgage as to make
Jarndyce vs. Jarndyce look like a
summary proceeding. But Henry
D. Feldman was a conscientious
practitioner, and never did anything
that might bring him before
the grievance committee of the Bar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
Association. Moreover, he was a
power in the Democratic organization
and right in line for a Supreme
Court judgeship, and so it behooved
him to be careful if not ethical.</p>

<p>"Why don't you go and see
Goldblatt again, and then if you
can't move him I'll see what I can
do for you?" Feldman suggested.</p>

<p>"But, Mr. Feldman," Margolius
protested, "I told it you it ain't no
use. Goldblatt hates me worser as
poison."</p>

<p>Feldman leaned back in his low
chair with one arm thrown over
the back, after the fashion of
Judge Blatchford's portrait in the
United States District Courtroom.</p>

<p>"See here, Margolius: what's the
real trouble between you and Goldblatt?"
he said. "If you're going<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
to get my advice in this matter you
will have to tell me the whole truth.
<i>Falsus in uno, falsus in omnibus</i>,
you know."</p>

<p>"You make a big mistake, Mr.
Feldman," Margolius replied. "It
ain't nothing like that, and whoever
told it you is got another think
coming. The trouble was about
his daughter Fannie. You could
bring a horse a pail of water, Mr.
Feldman, but no one could make
the horse drink it if he don't want
to, and that's the way it was with
me. Friedman, the Schatchen,
took me up to see Goldblatt's
daughter Fannie, and I assure you
I ain't exaggeration a bit when I
tell you she's got a moustache what
wouldn't go bad with a dago
barber yet."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>

<p>"Why, I thought Goldblatt's
daughter was a pretty good looker,"
Feldman exclaimed.</p>

<p>"That's Birdie Goldblatt," Margolius
replied, blushing. "But
Fannie&mdash;that's a different proposition,
Mr. Feldman. Well,
Goldblatt gives me all kinds of inducements;
but I ain't that kind,
Mr. Feldman. If I would marry
I would marry for love, and it
wouldn't make no difference to me
if the girl would have it, say, for
example, only two thousand dollars.
I would marry her anyway."</p>

<p>"Very commendable," Mr. Feldman
murmured.</p>

<p>"But Fannie Goldblatt&mdash;that
is somebody a young feller wouldn't
consider, not if her hair hung with
diamonds, Mr. Feldman," Margolius<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
continued. "Although I got
to admit I did go up to Goldblatt's
house a great many times, because,
supposing she does got a moustache,
she could cook <i>gef&uuml;llte Fische</i>
and <i>Fleischkugeln</i> better as Delmonico's
already. And then Miss
Birdie Goldblatt&mdash;&mdash;"</p>

<p>He faltered and blushed again,
while Feldman nodded sympathetically.</p>

<p>"Anyhow, what's the use talking?"
Margolius concluded. "The
old man gets sore on me, and when
Marks Henochstein offers him the
second mortgages on them Heidenfeld
Avenue houses it was yet boom-time
in the Bronix, and it looked
good to Goldblatt; so he made
Henochstein give him a big allowance,
and he bought 'em.  And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
now when he's got me where he
wants me I can kiss myself good-bye
with them houses."</p>

<p>He rose to his feet and put on
his gloves, for Philip was what is
popularly known as a swell dresser.
Indeed, there was no smarter-appearing
salesman in the entire
cloak and suit trade, nor was there
a salesman more ingratiating in
manner and hence more successful
with lady buyers.</p>

<p>"If the worser comes to the
worst," he said, "I will go through
bankruptcy. I ain't got nothing
but them houses, anyway." He
fingered the two-and-a-half-carat
solitaire in his scarf to find out if
it were still there. "And they
couldn't get my salary in advance,
so that's what I'll do."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>

<p>He shook hands with Mr. Feldman.</p>

<p>"You could send me a bill for
your advice, Mr. Feldman," he
said.</p>

<p>"That's all right," Feldman replied
as he ushered his client out
of the office. "I'll add it to my
fee in the bankruptcy matter."</p>

<hr class="r15" />
<h2>II</h2>

<p>About Miss Birdie Goldblatt's
appearance there was something
of Maxine Elliott with just a dash
of Anna Held, and she wore her
clothes so well that she could make
a blended-Kamchatka near-mink
scarf look like Imperial Russian
sable. Thus, when Philip Margolius
encountered her on the corner of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
Fifth Avenue and Twenty-first
Street his heart fairly jumped in
admiration. Nevertheless, he raised
his hat with all his accustomed
grace, and Miss Goldblatt bowed
and smiled in return.</p>

<p>"How d'ye do, Miss Goldblatt,"
he said. "Ain't it a fine weather?"</p>

<p>"Sure it's fine weather," Miss
Goldblatt agreed. "Is that all you
stopped me for to tell me it was
fine weather?"</p>

<p>"No," Philip said lamely.</p>

<p>"Well, then, I guess I'll be moving
on," Miss Goldblatt announced;
"because I got a date with Fannie
up on Twenty-third Street."</p>

<p>"One minute," Philip cried. "It
was about your sister what I
wanted to speak to you about."</p>

<p>"What have you got to do with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
my sister Fannie?" Miss Goldblatt
demanded, glaring indignantly at
Margolius.</p>

<p>"Why," Philip replied on the
spur of the moment, "I got a
friend what wants to be introduced
to her, a&mdash;now&mdash;feller in the&mdash;now&mdash;cloak
business."</p>

<p>Miss Goldblatt regarded Philip
for one suspicious moment.</p>

<p>"What's his name?" she asked
abruptly.</p>

<p>A gentle perspiration broke out
on Philip's forehead. He searched
his mind for the name of some
matrimonially eligible man of his
acquaintance, but none suggested
itself. Hence, he sparred for
time.</p>

<p>"Never mind his name," he said
jocularly. "When the time comes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
I'll tell you his name. He's got it
a good business, too, I bet yer."</p>

<p>Miss Goldblatt grew somewhat
mollified.</p>

<p>"Why don't you bring him down
to the house some night?" she
suggested, whereat Philip could not
forbear an ironical laugh.</p>

<p>"I suppose your father would be
delighted to see me, I suppose.
Ain't it?" he said.</p>

<p>"What's he got to do with it?"
Miss Goldblatt asked. "Do you
think because he's called in them
second mortgages that me and
Fannie would stand for his being
fresh to you if you was to come
round to the house?"</p>

<p>"No, I don't," Philip replied;
"but just the same, anyhow, he
feels sore at me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>

<p>"He's got a right to feel sore at
you," Miss Goldblatt interrupted.
"You come a dozen times to see
my sister, and then&mdash;&mdash;"</p>

<p>"That's where you are mistaken,"
Philip cried; "I come once, the first
time, to see your sister, and the
other times I come to see <i>you</i>."</p>

<p>"Ain't you got a nerve?" Miss
Goldblatt exclaimed.</p>

<p>"Why do I got a nerve?" Philip
asked. "Miss Goldblatt&mdash;Birdie,
what's the matter with me, anyway?
I'm young yet&mdash;I ain't
only thirty-two&mdash;and I got a good
name in the cloak and suit business
as a salesman. Ask anybody. I
can make it my five thousand a
year easy. And supposing I am a
foreigner? There's lots of up-to-date
American young fellers what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
couldn't keep you in hairpins,
Birdie."</p>

<p>He paused and looked pleadingly
at Birdie, who tossed her head in
reply.</p>

<p>"Them houses up in the Bronix,"
he said, "that's a misfortune what
could happen anybody. If I got
to let 'em go I'll do it. But pshaw!
I could make it up what I lost in
them houses with my commissions
for one good season already."</p>

<p>"Well, my sister Fannie&mdash;&mdash;"
Birdie commenced.</p>

<p>"Never mind your sister Fannie,"
Philip said. "I will look
out for her. If you and me can
fix it up, Birdie, I give you my word
and honour as a gentleman I will
fix it up for Fannie a respectable
feller with a good business."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>

<p>He paused for an expression of
opinion from Birdie, but none was
forthcoming.</p>

<p>"What are you doing to-night?"
he asked.</p>

<p>"Fannie and me was&mdash;&mdash;" she
began.</p>

<p>"Not Fannie&mdash;<i>you</i>," he broke
in. "Because I was going to suggest
if you ain't doing nothing
might we would go to theaytre?"</p>

<p>"Well, sure," Birdie continued.
"Fannie and me could go and we
wouldn't say nothing to the old
man about it."</p>

<p>"Looky here," Philip pleaded,
"must Fannie go?"</p>

<p>"Sure she must go," Birdie
answered. "Otherwise, if she don't
go I won't go."</p>

<p>Philip pondered for a moment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>

<p>"Well&mdash;&mdash;" he commenced.</p>

<p>"And why wouldn't it be a good
scheme," Birdie went on, "if you
was to ring in this other young
feller?"</p>

<p>"What young feller?" Philip innocently
asked her.</p>

<p>"What young feller!" Birdie
exclaimed. "Why, ain't you just
told me&mdash;&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Oh, that's right!" Philip cried.
"That's a good idee. I'll see if I
can fix it."</p>

<p>He stopped short and looked at
his watch. "I'll meet you both
in front of the Casino at eight
o'clock," he declared.</p>

<p>It was five o'clock and he only
had a trifle over three hours to
discover a man&mdash;young if possible,
but, in any event, prosperous,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
who would be willing to conduct to
the theatre a lady of uncertain age
with a dark moustache&mdash;object:
matrimony.</p>

<p>"You must excuse me," he said
fervently as he shook Birdie's hand
in farewell. "I got a lot of work
to do this afternoon."</p>

<hr class="r15" />
<h2>III</h2>

<p>On his way to the office of
Schindler &amp; Baum, his employers,
he was a prey to misgivings of the
gloomiest kind.</p>

<p>"I got such a chance of getting
a feller for that Fannie like I would
never try at all," he murmured to
himself; but, as he turned the
corner of Nineteenth Street, Fortune,
which  occasionally favours<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
the brave, brought him into violent
contact with a short, stout person
proceeding in the opposite direction.</p>

<p>"Why don't you hire it a whole
sidewalk for yourself?" Philip began,
and then he recognized the
stout gentleman.</p>

<p>"Why, hallo, Mr. Feigenbaum!"
he cried.</p>

<p>"Hallo yourself, Margolius!"
Feigenbaum grunted. "It's a
wonder you wouldn't murder me
yet, the way you go like a steam
engine already."</p>

<p>"Excuse me," Philip said. "Excuse
<i>me</i>, Mr. Feigenbaum. I didn't
see you coming. I got to wear
glasses, too."</p>

<p>Mr. Feigenbaum glared at
Philip with his left eye, the glare<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>
in his right eye being entirely
beyond control, since it was fixed
and constant as the day it was
made.</p>

<p>"What are you trying to do,
Margolius?" he asked. "Kid me?"</p>

<p>"Kid you!" Philip repeated.
"Why should I want to kid you?"</p>

<p>And then for the first time it
occurred to him that not only was
One-eye Feigenbaum proprietor of
the H. F. Cloak Company and its
six stores in the northern-tier
counties of Pennsylvania, but that
he was also a bachelor. Moreover,
a bachelor with one eye and
the singularly unprepossessing appearance
of Henry Feigenbaum
would be just the kind of person
to present to Fannie Goldblatt, for
Feigenbaum, by reason of his own<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
infirmity, could not cavil at Fannie's
black moustache, and as for
Fannie&mdash;well, Fannie would be
glad to take what she could get.</p>

<p>"Come over to Hammersmith's
and take a little something, Mr.
Feigenbaum," he said. "You and
me hasn't had a talk together in a
long time."</p>

<p>Feigenbaum followed him across
the street and a minute later sat
down at a table in Hammersmith's
rear caf&eacute;.</p>

<p>"What will you take, Mr.
Feigenbaum?" Philip asked as the
waiter bent over them solicitously.</p>

<p>"Give me a package of all-tobacco
cigarettes," Feigenbaum
ordered, "and a rye-bread tongue
sandwich."</p>

<p>Philip asked for a cup of coffee.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>

<p>"Looky here, Feigenbaum,"
Philip commenced after they had
been served, "you and me is
known each other now since way
before the Spanish War already,
when I made my first trip by Sol
Unterberg. Why is it I ain't never
sold you a dollar's worth of
goods?"</p>

<p>"No, and you never will, Margolius,"
Feigenbaum said as he
licked the crumbs from his fingers;
"and I ain't got a thing against
you, because I think you're a
decent, respectable young feller."</p>

<p>Having thus endorsed the character
of his host, Feigenbaum lit a
cigarette and grinned amiably.</p>

<p>"But Schindler &amp; Baum got it
a good line, Feigenbaum," Philip
protested.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>

<p>"Sure I know they got it a good
line," Feigenbaum agreed; "but I
ain't much on going to theaytres
or eating a bunch of expensive
feed. No, Margolius, I like to deal
with people what gives their line
the benefit of the theaytres and
the dinners."</p>

<p>"What you mean?" Philip cried.</p>

<p>"I mean Ellis Block, from Saracuse,
New York, shows me a line of
capes he bought it from you, Margolius,"
Feigenbaum continued,
"which the precisely same thing I
got it down on Division Street at a
dollar less apiece from a feller what
never was inside of so much as a
moving pictures, with or without a
customer, Margolius, and so he
don't got to add the tickets to the
price of the garments."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>

<p>Philip washed down a tart rejoinder
with a huge gulp.</p>

<p>"Not that I don't go to theaytre
once in a while," Feigenbaum went
on; "but when I go I pay for it
myself."</p>

<p>Philip nodded.</p>

<p>"Supposing I should tell you,
Mr. Feigenbaum," he said, "that
I didn't want to sell you no goods."</p>

<p>"Well, if you didn't want to sell
me no goods," Feigenbaum replied
with a twinkle in his eye, "the
best thing to do would be to take
me to a show, because then I sure
wouldn't buy no goods from you."</p>

<p>"All right," Philip replied;
"come and take dinner with me and
we'll go and see the Lily of Constantinople."</p>

<p>"I wouldn't take dinner with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
you because I got to see a feller
on East Broadway at six o'clock,"
Feigenbaum said; "but if you are
willing I will meet you in front of
the Casino at eight o'clock."</p>

<p>"Sure I'm willing," Philip said;
"otherwise, I wouldn't of asked
you."</p>

<p>"All right," Feigenbaum said, rising
from his chair. "Eight o'clock,
look for me in front of the Casino."</p>

<p>At seven o'clock Philip alighted
from a Forty-second Street car.
He strode into a fashionable hotel
and handed ten dollars to the clerk
in the theatre-ticket office.</p>

<p>"Give me four orchestra seats for
the Casino for to-night," he said.</p>

<p>Thence he proceeded to the grill-room
and consumed a tenderloin
steak, hashed-brown potatoes, a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
mixed salad, pastry and coffee, and
washed down the whole with a pint
of ebullient refreshment.</p>

<p>Finally, he lit a fine cigar and paid
the check, after which he took a
small morocco-bound book from his
waistcoat pocket. He turned to the
last page of a series headed, "Schindler
&amp; Baum, Expense Account,"
and made the following entry:</p>

<p>"To entertainment of Henry
Feigenbaum, $15.00."</p>

<hr class="r15" />
<h2>IV</h2>

<p>The acquaintance of Henry
Feigenbaum with Miss Fannie
Goldblatt could hardly be called
love at first sight.</p>

<p>"Mr. Feigenbaum," Philip said
when they all met in front of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
Casino, "this is a friend of mine
by the name Miss Fannie Goldblatt;
also, her sister Birdie."</p>

<p>The two ladies bowed, but
Feigenbaum only blinked at them
with unaffected astonishment.</p>

<p>"All right," he stammered at
last. "All right, Margolius. Let's
go inside."</p>

<p>During the short period before
the rising of the curtain Birdie and
Philip conversed in undertones,
while Fannie did her best to interest
her companion.</p>

<p>"Ain't it a pretty theaytre?" she
said by way of prelude.</p>

<p>Feigenbaum glanced around
him and grunted: "Huh, huh."</p>

<p>"You're in the same line as Mr.
Margolius, ain't you?" Fannie continued.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>

<p>"Cloaks and suits, retail," Feigenbaum
replied. "I got six stores
in the northern-tier counties of
Pennsylvania."</p>

<p>"Then you don't live in New
York?" Fannie hazarded.</p>

<p>"No, I live in Pennsylvania,"
said Feigenbaum. "But I used to
live in New York when I was a
young feller."</p>

<p>"Why, you're a young feller
yet," Fannie suggested coyly.</p>

<p>"Me, I ain't so young no longer,"
Feigenbaum answered. "At my age
I could have it already grandchildren
old enough to bring in a couple
dollars a week selling papers."</p>

<p>"I believe you should bring up
children sensible, too," Miss Goldblatt
agreed heartily. "If I had
children I would teach 'em they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
should earn and save money
young."</p>

<p>"So?" Feigenbaum said.</p>

<p>"Sure," Miss Goldblatt continued.
"I always say that if you
make children to be economical
when they're young they're economical
when they grow up. My
poor mother, <i>selig</i>, always impressed
it on me I should be economical,
and so I am economical."</p>

<p>"Is that so?" Feigenbaum
gasped. He felt that he was a
drowning man and looked around
him for floating straws.</p>

<p>"I ain't so helpless like some
other ladies that I know," Miss
Goldblatt went on. "My poor
mother, <i>selig</i>, was a good housekeeper,
and she taught me everything
what she knew. She used<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
to say: 'The feller what gets my
Fannie won't never die of the indigestion.'"</p>

<p>Feigenbaum nodded gloomily.</p>

<p>"Did you ever suffer from stummick
trouble, Mr. Feigenbaum?"
she asked.</p>

<p>The composer of the Lily of
Constantinople came to Feigenbaum's
assistance by scoring the
opening measure of the overture
for brass and woodwind with heavy
passages for the <i>cassa grande</i> and
cymbals, and when the uproar
gave way to a simple rendition of
the song hit of the show, My Bosphorus
Queen, Fannie surrendered
herself to the spell of its marked
rhythm and forgot to press Feigenbaum
for an answer.</p>

<p>During the entire first act Feigenbaum<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
fixed his eyes on the
stage, and as soon as the curtain
fell for the first <i>entr'acte</i> he uttered
no word of apology, but made a
hurried exit to the smoking-room.
There Philip found him a moment
later.</p>

<p>"Well, Feigenbaum," Philip
cried, "how do you like the show?"</p>

<p>"The show is all right, Margolius,"
Feigenbaum replied, "but
the next time you are going to steer
me up against something like that
Miss Fannie Goldblatt, Margolius,
let me know. That's all."</p>

<p>"Why, what's the matter with
her?" Philip asked.</p>

<p>"There's nothing the matter
with her," Feigenbaum said, "only
she reminds me of a feller what used
to work by me up in Sylvania by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
the name Pincus Lurie. I had to
get rid of him because trade fell off
on account the children complained
he made snoots at 'em to scare
'em. He didn't make no snoots,
Margolius; that was his natural
face what he got it, the same like
Miss Goldblatt."</p>

<p>"You don't know that girl,
Feigenbaum," Philip replied.
"That girl's got a heart. Oi! what
a heart that girl got&mdash;like a watermelon."</p>

<p>"I know, Margolius," Feigenbaum
replied; "but she also got it
a moustache like a dago. Why don't
she shave herself, Margolius?"</p>

<p>"Why don't you ask her yourself?"
Philip said coldly.</p>

<p>"I don't know her good enough
yet," Feigenbaum retorted, "and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
how it looks now I ain't never
going to."</p>

<p>But the way to Feigenbaum's
heart lay through his stomach just
as accurately as it avoided his
pocketbook, so that when Miss
Fannie Goldblatt suggested, after
the final curtain, that they all go
up to One Hundred and Eighteenth
Street and have a supper at home
instead of at a restaurant, she made
a dent in Feigenbaum's affections.</p>

<p>"Looky here, Birdie," Philip
whispered, "how about the old
man?"</p>

<p>"Don't you worry about him,"
she said. "He went to Brownsville
to play auction pinocle, and
I bet yer he don't get home till
five o'clock."</p>

<p>Half an hour afterward they sat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
around the dining-room table, and
Fannie helped Feigenbaum to a
piece of <i>gef&uuml;llte Fische</i>, a delicacy
which never appears on the menus
of rural hotels in Pennsylvania.
At the first mouthful Feigenbaum
looked at Fannie Goldblatt, and
while, to be sure, she did have some
hair on her upper lip, it was only
a slight down which at the second
mouthful became still slighter. Indeed,
after the third slice of fish
Feigenbaum was ready to declare
it to be a most becoming down,
very bewitching and Spanish in
appearance.</p>

<p>Following the <i>gef&uuml;llte Fische</i> came
a species of <i>tripe farcie</i>, the whole
being washed down with coffee and
topped off with delicious cake&mdash;cake
which could be adequately<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
described only by kissing the tips
of one's fingers.</p>

<p>"After all, Margolius," Feigenbaum
commented as he lit an all-tobacco
cigarette on their way
down the front stoop of the Goldblatt
residence&mdash;"after all, she
ain't such a bad-looking woman.
I seen it lots worser, Margolius."</p>

<p>"That's nothing what we got it
this evening," Philip said as they
started off for the subway; "you
should taste the <i>Kreploch</i> what
that girl makes it."</p>

<p>"I'm going to," Feigenbaum
said; "they asked me I should come
to dinner to-morrow night."</p>

<p>But Philip knew from his own
experience that the glamour engendered
of Fannie's <i>gef&uuml;llte Fische</i>
would soon be dispelled, and then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
Henry Feigenbaum would hie him
to the northern-tier counties of
Pennsylvania, leaving Philip's love
affair in worse condition than before.</p>

<p>"I got to cinch it," he murmured
to himself as he went downtown
next morning, "before that one-eyed
feller skips out on me."</p>

<p>As soon as he reached Schindler
&amp; Baum's office he rang up the
Goldblatt house, assuming for that
purpose a high tenor voice lest Goldblatt
himself answer the 'phone;
but again fortune favoured him, and
it was Birdie who responded.</p>

<p>"Birdie," he said, "do me the
favour and come to lunch with me
at the Park Row Building."</p>

<p>"Why so far downtown?" Birdie
asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>

<p>"Reasons I got it," Philip replied.
"Come at twelve o'clock
at the Park Row Building, sure."</p>

<p>Thus it happened at quarter
past twelve Philip and Birdie sat
at a table in the Park Row Building
in such earnest conversation
that a tureenful of soup remained
unserved before them at a temperature
of seventy degrees.</p>

<p>"An engagement party ain't
nothing to me," Philip cried.
"What do I care for such things?"</p>

<p>"But it's something to me,
Philip," Birdie declared. "Think
of the presents, Philip."</p>

<p>"Presents!" Philip repeated.
"What for presents would we get
it? Bargains in cut glass what
would make our flat look like a
five-and-ten-cent store."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>

<p>"But Popper would be crazy if
I did a thing like that," Birdie
protested. "And, besides, I ain't
got no clothes."</p>

<p>"Why, you look like a&mdash;like
a&mdash;now&mdash;queen," Philip exclaimed.
"And, anyhow, what
would you want new clothes for
when you got this?"</p>

<p>He dug his hand into his trousers
pocket and produced a ring containing
a solitaire diamond as big
as a hazelnut.</p>

<p>"I took a chance on the size
already," he said, "but I bet yer
it will fit like it was tailor-made."</p>

<p>He seized her left hand in both
of his and passed the ring on to the
third finger, while Birdie's cheeks
were aglow and her eyes rivalled
the brilliancy of the ring itself.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>

<p>"But&mdash;&mdash;" she began.</p>

<p>"But nothing," Philip interrupted.
He rose from his seat and
helped Birdie on with her coat.
"Waiter," he called, "we come
right back here. We are just
going over to Jersey for a couple
of hours."</p>

<p>He pressed a bill into the waiter's
hand.</p>

<p>"Send that soup to the kitchen,"
he said, "and tell 'em to serve it
hot when we come back."</p>

<p>Two hours later they reappeared
at the same table, and the grinning
waiter immediately went off to the
kitchen. When he returned he bore
a glass bowl containing a napkin
elaborately folded in the shape
of a flower, and inside the napkin
was a little heap of rice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>

<hr class="r15" />
<h2>V</h2>

<p>There was something about Mr.
Elkan Goldblatt's face that would
make the most hardy real-estater
pause before entering into a business
deal with him. He had an
eye like a poll-parrot with its concomitant
beak, and his closely
cropped beard and moustache accentuated
rather than mollified his
harsh appearance.</p>

<p>"Such fellers I wouldn't have
no more mercy on than a dawg,"
he said to his attorney, Eleazer
Levy. "Oncet already I practically
kicked him out from my
house, and then he's got the nerve
to come back, and two weeks ago
he brings yet a feller with him
and makes bluffs that the feller<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
wants to marry my daughter Fannie."</p>

<p>"He was just trying to get you
to extend those second mortgages,
I suppose," Levy said.</p>

<p>"Sure he was, because this here
feller&mdash;a homely looking feller
with one eye, mind you&mdash;says
he got to go back to Pennsylvania
where his stores is, and we ain't
seen nor heard a word from him
since," Goldblatt concluded. "And
him eating two meals a day by us
for ten days yet!"</p>

<p>Eleazer Levy clucked with his
tongue in sympathy.</p>

<p>"But, anyhow, now I want we
should go right straight ahead
and foreclose on Margolius," Goldblatt
continued. "Don't lose no
time, Levy, and get out the papers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
to-day. How long would it be
before we can sell the property?"</p>

<p>"Six weeks," said Levy, "if I
serve the summons to-morrow. I
put in a search some days ago, and
the feller ain't got a judgment
against him."</p>

<p>"So much the better," Goldblatt
commented. "The property
won't bring the amount of the
first mortgage and I suppose I got
to buy it in. Then I will get deficiency
judgments against that
feller, and I'll make him sorry he
ever tried any monkey business
with me and my daughters. Why,
that feller actually turned my own
children against me, Levy."</p>

<p>"Is that so?" Levy murmured.</p>

<p>"My Birdie abused me, I assure
you, like I was a pickpocket when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
I says I would foreclose on him,"
Goldblatt replied. "And even my
Fannie, although she is all broke
up about that one-eyed feller, she
says I should give the young feller
a show. What d'ye think of that,
hey?"</p>

<p>"Terrible!" Levy replied. "A
feller like that deserves all he gets,
and you can bet yer sweet life he
won't have any let-up from me,
Mr. Goldblatt."</p>

<p>Levy was as good as his word, for
that very afternoon he filed a notice
of pendency of action against the
Heidenfeld Avenue property, and
the next morning, as Philip left
his house, a clerk from Levy's office
served him with four copies of the
summons and complaint in the
foreclosure suit of Goldblatt vs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>
Margolius, actions numbers 1, 2,
3 and 4. But Philip stuffed them
into his pocket unread; he had
other and more poignant woes than
foreclosure suits. Only ten days
wed, and he was denied even the
sight of his wife longer than five
minutes; for she was not endangering
future prospects in favour of
present happiness.</p>

<p>"We could, anyway, get the
furniture out of him," she argued
when she saw Philip that day,
"and, maybe, a couple of thousand
dollars."</p>

<p>"I don't care a pinch of snuff for
his furniture," Philip cried. "I will
buy the furniture myself."</p>

<p>"But I can't leave Fannie just
now,"  she declared; "she's all
broke up about that feller."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>

<p>"What about me?" Philip protested.
"Ain't I broke up, too?"</p>

<p>"So long you waited, you could
wait a little longer yet," she replied;
"but poor Fannie, you got no idea
how that girl takes on."</p>

<p>"She shouldn't worry," Philip
cried. "I promised I would fix
her up, and I will fix her up."</p>

<p>Daily the same scene was enacted
at the Goldblatt residence
on One Hundred and Eighteenth
Street, and daily Birdie refused to
forsake her sister, until six weeks
had elapsed.</p>

<p>"But, Birdie," Philip announced
for the hundredth time, "so sure
as you stand there I couldn't keep
this up no longer. I will either
go crazy or either I will jump in
the river."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>

<p>Birdie patted him on the back.</p>

<p>"Don't think about it," she
said. "Take your mind off it. To-day
your property gets sold and
Popper says he will be down at the
salesroom at twelve o'clock."</p>

<p>"Let 'em sell it," Philip cried;
"I don't care."</p>

<p>He turned away after a hurried
embrace, and was proceeding down
Lenox Avenue toward the subway
when Marks Henochstein, the
real-estate broker, encountered
him. Marks clutched him by the
shoulder.</p>

<p>"Well, Philip," Henochstein
cried, "you are in luck at last."</p>

<p>"In luck!" Philip exclaimed bitterly.
"A dawg shouldn't have
the luck what I got it."</p>

<p>"Well, if you don't call it lucky,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
Henochstein continued, "what
would you call it lucky?"</p>

<p>"Excuse me, Henochstein," said
Philip; "I ain't good at guessing
puzzles. What am I lucky for?"</p>

<p>"Why, ain't you heard it yet?"</p>

<p>"I ain't heard nothing," Philip
replied. "Do me the favour and
don't keep me on suspension."</p>

<p>"Why, the city is going to widen
Two Hundred and Sixty-fourth
Street in front of them houses of
yours, and you will get damages.
Oi! what damages you will get!"</p>

<p>Philip stared blankly at his informant
for one hesitating moment;
then he dashed off for the nearest
subway station.</p>

<p>Half an hour later he sat in the
office of Henry D. Feldman and
gasped out his story.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>

<p>"In three quarters of an hour,
Mr. Feldman," he cried, "that
property will be sold, and, if it is,
the feller what buys it will get
damages for the street opening and
I will get nix."</p>

<p>"This is a fine time to tell me
about it, Margolius," Feldman
said. "You came in here six weeks
ago and asked me to help you out,
and I haven't seen you since. The
time to do something was six weeks
ago. Why didn't you come back
to see me before the suit was
started?"</p>

<p>"Because I was busy, Mr. Feldman,"
Margolius replied. "A whole
lot of things happened to me about
that time. In the first place, the
next day after I saw you I got
married."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>

<p>"What!" Feldman exclaimed,
"you got married? Well, Margolius,
you recovered pretty quickly
from that affair with Birdie Goldblatt."</p>

<p>Margolius stared gloomily at
his attorney.</p>

<p>"What d'ye mean I recover
from it?" he echoed. "I didn't
recover from it, Mr. Feldman.
That's who I married&mdash;Miss
Birdie Goldblatt."</p>

<p>Feldman sat back in his chair.</p>

<p>"Well, of all the unfatherly
brutes," he said, "to shut down on
his own daughter's husband!"</p>

<p>"Hold on there, Mr. Feldman,"
Philip interrupted; "he don't know
he's shutting down on his daughter's
husband, because we was secretly
married, y' understand? And even<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
to-day yet the old man don't know
nothing about it."</p>

<p>"What do you mean?" Feldman
asked. "Why wouldn't he
know his own daughter was married?"</p>

<p>"Because she's living home yet,"
Philip replied, and "I can't persuade
her to go housekeeping,
neither."</p>

<p>Feldman frowned for a moment
and then he struck the desk with
his fist.</p>

<p>"By jiminy!" he shouted,
"you've got the old man by the
whiskers!"</p>

<p>It was now Philip's turn to ask
what Feldman meant.</p>

<p>"Why," the latter explained,
"your wife's inchoate right of dower
is still outstanding."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p>

<p>"That's where you make a big
mistake, Mr. Feldman," Philip
corrected. "My Birdie is a neat
dresser and never so much as a
pin out of place."</p>

<p>"You don't understand," Feldman
continued. "As soon as
Birdie and you got married she
took an interest in your property."</p>

<p>"Sure she took an interest in my
property," Philip assented. "Why,
if it wouldn't be for her I wouldn't
know nothing about this here sale
to-day."</p>

<p>"But I mean that as soon as she
married you she became vested
with the right to receive the rents
of a third of that property during
her lifetime as soon as you died,"
said Feldman.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>

<p>"Well, we won't worry about
that," Philip said with a deprecatory
wave of his hand, "because,
in the first place, that property is
pretty near vacant and don't bring
in enough rents to pay the taxes,
and, in the second place, I'm still
good and healthy and I wouldn't
die for a long time yet."</p>

<p>"Oh, what's the use!" Feldman
cried. "What I mean is that they
can't foreclose those second mortgages
unless they make Birdie a
party to the suit and serve her
with the summons; so, all you have
to do to stop the sale is to go down
to the salesroom and, when the
auctioneer starts to ask for bids,
get up and tell 'em all about it.
Why, they'll have to begin their
suit all over again."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>

<p>"But," Philip protested, "if I
tell 'em all about it the old man
will throw Birdie out of the
house."</p>

<p>"Hold on!" Feldman broke in.
"You mustn't tell them you're
married to Birdie. Just tell them
you're married, and let them find
out your wife's name for themselves.
Although, to be sure, that won't
take long, for the record of marriage
licenses at the city hall will
show it."</p>

<p>"License nothing!" Philip cried.
"We didn't get no license at the city
hall. We got married by a justice
of the peace in Jersey City."</p>

<p>"Fine!" Feldman exclaimed, his
professional ethics thrown to the
winds. "That'll keep 'em guessing
as long as you want."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>

<p>"All I want is a month, and by
that time I can raise the money
and fix the whole thing up," Margolius
replied.</p>

<p>Feldman looked at his watch.</p>

<p>"Chase yourself," he said; "it's
a quarter of twelve, and the foreclosure
sale begins at noon."</p>

<hr class="r15" />
<h2>VI</h2>

<p>On the rostrum of an auctioneer
in the Vesey Street salesroom stood
Eleazer Levy in weighty conversation
with Miles M. Scully, the
referee in foreclosure. Scully's
brow was furrowed into a thousand
earned wrinkles, and the little knot
of real-estate brokers who regularly
attend foreclosure sales gazed reverently
on the two advocates.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>

<p>"And here was this guy," Levy
concluded, "with nothing but a
pair of sixes all the time."</p>

<p>"But in a table-stakes game,"
Scully murmured, "you make a
sight more if you don't butt into
every pot. If you think you're
topped lay 'em down. That's
what I do, and it pays."</p>

<p>They were waiting for the auctioneer
to appear, and Goldblatt
hung around the edge of the crowd
and gazed anxiously at them. He
had heard that morning of the proposed
street widening and wanted
the sale to go through without a
hitch. At length the auctioneer
arrived and the clerk read off the
notice of sale in a monotonous
gabble just as Philip elbowed his
way through the crowd.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>

<p>"Now, then, gentlemen," the
auctioneer announced pompously,
"the four parcels will be sold separately.
Each is subject to a first
mortgage of twenty thousand dollars
and is otherwise free and clear
except the taxes. The amount of
taxes is&mdash;&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Hey, there!" Philip cried at
this juncture. "I got something
to say, too."</p>

<p>The auctioneer paused and fixed
Philip with what was intended to
be a withering look.</p>

<p>"Put that man out!" the auctioneer
called to one of the attendants.</p>

<p>"You could put me out," Philip
yelled, "if you want to, but you
couldn't put my wife out, because
she ain't been served with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
summons and complaint in the
first place, and she ain't here in the
second place."</p>

<p>Goldblatt turned pale and
started for the rostrum, while the
auctioneer motioned the attendant
to hold off for a minute.</p>

<p>"Is he a married man?" the
auctioneer asked Levy.</p>

<p>"He's a faker," Levy replied.
"Go ahead with the sale."</p>

<p>"Am I a faker?" Philip yelled,
holding up his left hand. "Well,
look at that there ring."</p>

<p>He pulled it off with an effort and
handed it to the auctioneer.</p>

<p>"Look inside," he said. And,
sure enough, the inner side bore
the inscription: "B. G. to P. M.,
10-20-'09." Goldblatt looked at
it, too; but B. G. meant nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
to him and he handed it back to
the auctioneer.</p>

<p>"That's only a scheme what he's
trying to work it," he said. "Give
him back the ring and go ahead
with the sale."</p>

<p>"One moment," said Miles M.
Scully. "I'm the referee here,
and I ain't going to take no such
chance as that. I'm going to adjoin
this here sale one week and investigate
what this here guy says in the
meantime."</p>

<p>Forthwith, the auctioneer announced
a week's adjournment of
the four sales, and Philip resumed
his wedding ring with a parting
diabolical grin at Goldblatt, and
left the auction-room. He went to
the nearest telephone pay station
and rang up the Goldblatt residence,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
but for over half an hour
he received only Central's assurance
that as soon as there was an
answer she would call him.</p>

<p>"But, Central," he protested,
"there's got to be somebody there.
They can't all be out."</p>

<p>And Philip was right. There
were two people sitting in the front
parlour of the Goldblatt residence,
and another and more interested
person stooped in the back parlour,
with her ear to the crack of the
sliding doors which divided the two
rooms. The telephone bell trilled
impatiently at brief intervals, but
all three were oblivious to its
appeal; for the two persons in the
front parlour were engaged in
conversation of an earnest character,
and the person in the rear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
room would not have missed a word
of it for all the telephones in the
world.</p>

<p>"Yes, Fannie," said one of the
two persons, "I come back to you,
anyhow, and I come back for
good."</p>

<p>He placed his arms around her
ample waist.</p>

<p>"I assure you, Fannie," he concluded,
"them dollar-a-day American-plan
hotels in the northern-tier
counties is nothing but poison to a
feller.  I am pretty near starved."</p>

<p>"Why didn't you say so at first?"
Fannie replied, rising from the
couch where she had been sitting
with Feigenbaum. "I got some
fine <i>gef&uuml;llte Fische</i> in the ice-box."</p>

<p>Whereupon Birdie answered the
'phone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>

<p>"Hallo!" came a voice from the
other end of the wire. "Where was
you all the time? I got some
good news for you."</p>

<p>"I've got some good news for
you, too," Birdie replied. "Fannie
and Mr. Feigenbaum are engaged."</p>

<hr class="r15" />
<h2>VII</h2>

<p>Elkan Goldblatt usually arrived
home at seven o'clock to find
his dinner smoking on the table.
His daughter Fannie always attended
to the carving, but on the
night of the foreclosure sale it was
Birdie who presided at the head
of the board.</p>

<p>"Where's Fannie?" he asked.</p>

<p>"She went out to dinner," Birdie
explained.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>

<p>Elkan nodded and lapsed into
gloomy silence.</p>

<p>"What's the matter now?" Birdie
inquired.</p>

<p>"That lowlife Margolius," he
said, "what do you think from that
loafer? He goes to work and gets
married."</p>

<p>Birdie gasped and turned white,
all of which her father mistook for
symptoms of astonishment.</p>

<p>"Ain't that a loafer for you?"
he continued. "All the time he
hangs around here, and then he
goes to work and gets married."</p>

<p>"Who did he marry?" Birdie
asked innocently.</p>

<p>"A question!" Goldblatt exclaimed.
"Who can tell it who a
lowlife like him would marry?"</p>

<p>Birdie tossed her head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>

<p>"He ain't no lowlife just because
he gets married," she retorted.
"What's more, any girl would be
glad to get a good-looking, decent
young feller like Philip Margolius."</p>

<p>Goldblatt laid down his knife and
fork.</p>

<p>"You are crazy in the head," he
said. "Why should you stick up
for a young feller what comes
around here and upsets my whole
house? <i>You</i> I don't care about,
because you could always get a
husband; but Fannie&mdash;that's different
again. It ain't enough for
that loafer that he disappointed
her himself, but he also got to
bring around here that one-eyed
feller&mdash;another such lowlife as
Margolius&mdash;and he also disappoints<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
Fannie. That feller Margolius
is a dawg, Birdie, believe
me."</p>

<p>Birdie rose from her seat and
threw her napkin on to the floor.</p>

<p>"I won't sit here and listen to
such talk," she cried and ran out
of the room. For a moment Goldblatt
essayed to finish his dinner,
and then he, too, rose and followed
Birdie. He found her weeping on
the parlour lounge.</p>

<p>"Birdie!" he cried. "Birdiechen,
what are you taking on so for?"</p>

<p>"I won't have you say such
things about Ph-Ph&mdash;Feigenbaum,"
she sobbed.</p>

<p>"Why not?" he asked.</p>

<p>"Because Mr. Feigenbaum came
here this afternoon and proposed
to Fannie," she explained to her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
father, "and they're downtown
now getting the ring from a friend
of his what keeps a jewellery store
on Grand Street."</p>

<p>Goldblatt sat down heavily on
the lounge and wiped his forehead.
For ten minutes he sat motionless
in the shrouded gloom of that front
parlour before he could realize his
daughter's good fortune.</p>

<p>"After all," he said finally,
"when a feller's got six stores you
could easy excuse him one eye."</p>

<p>"You ought to be ashamed to
talk that way," Birdie cried. "Mr.
Feigenbaum is a decent business
man, and if it wouldn't be for
Philip&mdash;Philip Margolius&mdash;Fannie
would of lived and died an old
maid."</p>

<p>At this juncture came a ring at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
the bell and the sound of voices
in the hall. It was Fannie and her
fianc&eacute;, who had returned from
Grand Street, and the next moment
Goldblatt clasped his affianced
daughter in his arms and bestowed
on her great kisses that fairly resounded
down the block. Next he
grabbed Feigenbaum's hand and
shook it up and down.</p>

<p>"The happiest day what I ever
lived," he cried, slapping his new
son-in-law on the back. For almost
a quarter of an hour Fannie
and Birdie mingled their tears with
their father's embraces, and in
the midst of the excitement the
bell rang again. When the maid
opened the street door some one
inquired for Mr. Goldblatt in a
barytone voice whose familiar timbre<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
chilled into silence the joyful
uproar.</p>

<p>"Margolius!" Goldblatt hissed.
He started for the hall with blood
in his eye, when Feigenbaum seized
him by the arm.</p>

<p>"Mr. Goldblatt," he said, "for
my sake don't make no fuss with
Margolius. He's a friend of mine,
and if it wouldn't be for him Fannie
and me would never of met already."</p>

<p>As Philip entered the darkened
front parlour there was a silence so
profound that he believed the room
to be empty.</p>

<p>"Excuse me," he cried when he
recognized the assembled company.
"I thought Mr. Goldblatt
was alone."</p>

<p>He turned to his father-in-law.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>

<p>"Mr. Goldblatt, could I speak to
you for a minute by yourself?" he
asked.</p>

<p>Goldblatt coughed impressively.</p>

<p>"Margolius," he announced, "if
you got anything to say to me, say
it right here. I ain't got no private
business with you."</p>

<p>"All right," Philip replied cheerfully.
"I come here to ask you
how much would you take it for
them second mortgages what you
hold on my Two Hundred and
Sixty-fourth Street property?"</p>

<p>Goldblatt waved his hand
haughtily.</p>

<p>"You come to the wrong party,
Margolius," he said. "Because I
just made up my mind to something.
I made up my mind that
because Mr. Feigenbaum is engaged<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
to my Fannie I will give her
them mortgages as a marriage portion.
So you should ask Feigenbaum
that question, not me."</p>

<p>While Philip turned pale at this
announcement, Feigenbaum grew
positively crimson.</p>

<p>"Looky here, Goldblatt," he
protested to his proposed father-in-law;
"I don't want you should
unload them second mortgages on
me."</p>

<p>"What's the matter with you,
Feigenbaum?" Goldblatt retorted.
"Them second mortgages is as
good as gold. Only thing is they
got to be foreclosed against Margolius'
wife."</p>

<p>"His wife!" Feigenbaum and
Fannie cried with one voice, for
Birdie had kept her secret well.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>

<p>"Yes," Goldblatt replied, "his
wife. That lowlife has got a wife.
But who or what she is nobody
don't know."</p>

<p>"Hold on, Goldblatt!" cried a
voice from the hall. "There's
somebody that does know."</p>

<p>The next moment a short, stout
person entered the parlour. It was
Eleazer Levy, who had rung the
bell and had been admitted to the
house unnoticed.</p>

<p>"Yes, Margolius," he said, "you
thought you could fool an old
practitioner like me. I seen you
didn't get out no license in this
county, so I hiked over to Jersey
City and, sure enough, I spotted
you."</p>

<p>He turned to Birdie.</p>

<p>"Mrs. Margolius," he said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
"here's four copies of the supplemental
summons and amended
complaint in the foreclosure suits
of Goldblatt vs. Margolius, actions
numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4."</p>

<p>"What do you mean?" Goldblatt
cried.</p>

<p>"I mean," Levy answered, "that
your daughter Birdie married
Philip Margolius in Jersey City on
the twentieth of October last."</p>

<p>Elkan Goldblatt collapsed in the
nearest chair, while Feigenbaum
ran downstairs for the bottle of
schnapps. At length Goldblatt
was restored.</p>

<p>"So, Margolius," he croaked,
"you are a thief, too. You steal
my daughter on me?"</p>

<p>"That ain't here nor there,"
Margolius said with his arm around<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
Birdie's waist and her head on his
shoulder. "That ain't here nor
there. How much will you take
it now for a satisfaction piece of
them mortgages?"</p>

<p>Goldblatt looked at Feigenbaum,
who returned his glance unmoved.</p>

<p>"For a marriage portion," Feigenbaum
declared, "second mortgages
is nix."</p>

<p>There was an embarrassing silence,
and finally Goldblatt cleared
his throat.</p>

<p>"All right, Margolius," he said;
"you married my Birdie, and I suppose
I got to stand for it, so you
can take them four second mortgages
and keep 'em as a marriage
portion yourself."</p>

<p>Birdie seized her father around
the neck and kissed him on the ear.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>

<p>"Then we are forgiven? Ain't
it?" she cried.</p>

<p>"Sure you are forgiven," Goldblatt
said. "Only, Margolius has
got to pay Levy's costs and disbursements."</p>

<p>"And the referee's fees and the
auctioneer's fees," Levy added.</p>

<p>"I am agreeable," Philip replied.</p>

<p>Levy turned and beamed a benediction
on his client's reunited
family. "I wish you all joy," he
said.</p>

<div class="center extraspacetop extraspacebot">THE END.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></div>

<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/endpaper03.png" width="400" height="585" alt="Endpaper" title="Endpaper" />
</div>

<div class="blockquote center extraspacetop">THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS <br />
GARDEN CITY, N. Y.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
</div>
<hr class="r65" />
<div class="blockquote center extraspacetop"><b>Transcriber Notes:</b> <br />

Obvious punctuation errors have been repaired. </div>








<pre>





End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Object: matrimony, by Montague Glass

*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OBJECT: MATRIMONY ***

***** This file should be named 37360-h.htm or 37360-h.zip *****
This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
        https://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/3/6/37360/

Produced by Dianna Adair, Suzanne Shell and the Online
Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net


Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions
will be renamed.

Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no
one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation
(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying copyright royalties.  Special rules,
set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark.  Project
Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission.  If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.  You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
research.  They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.  Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
redistribution.



*** START: FULL LICENSE ***

THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK

To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at
https://gutenberg.org/license).


Section 1.  General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
electronic works

1.A.  By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
(trademark/copyright) agreement.  If you do not agree to abide by all
the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.

1.B.  "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark.  It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.  There are a few
things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
even without complying with the full terms of this agreement.  See
paragraph 1.C below.  There are a lot of things you can do with Project
Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
works.  See paragraph 1.E below.

1.C.  The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
Gutenberg-tm electronic works.  Nearly all the individual works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.  If an
individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
are removed.  Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
the work.  You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.

1.D.  The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.  Copyright laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.  If you are outside the United States, check
the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
Gutenberg-tm work.  The Foundation makes no representations concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States.

1.E.  Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:

1.E.1.  The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
copied or distributed:

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

1.E.2.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
or charges.  If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
1.E.9.

1.E.3.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
terms imposed by the copyright holder.  Additional terms will be linked
to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.

1.E.4.  Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.

1.E.5.  Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
Gutenberg-tm License.

1.E.6.  You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
word processing or hypertext form.  However, if you provide access to or
distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
form.  Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.

1.E.7.  Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.

1.E.8.  You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
that

- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
     the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
     you already use to calculate your applicable taxes.  The fee is
     owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
     has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
     Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.  Royalty payments
     must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
     prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
     returns.  Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
     sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
     address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
     the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."

- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
     you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
     does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
     License.  You must require such a user to return or
     destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
     and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
     Project Gutenberg-tm works.

- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
     money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
     electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
     of receipt of the work.

- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
     distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.

1.E.9.  If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark.  Contact the
Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.

1.F.

1.F.1.  Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
collection.  Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
your equipment.

1.F.2.  LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
fees.  YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3.  YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
DAMAGE.

1.F.3.  LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
written explanation to the person you received the work from.  If you
received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.  The person or entity that provided you with
the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.  If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund.  If the second copy
is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
opportunities to fix the problem.

1.F.4.  Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER
WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.

1.F.5.  Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.  The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.

1.F.6.  INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.


Section  2.  Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm

Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.  It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.

Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
remain freely available for generations to come.  In 2001, the Project
Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org.


Section 3.  Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
Foundation

The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
Revenue Service.  The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
number is 64-6221541.  Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at
https://pglaf.org/fundraising.  Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.

The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.  Its business office is located at
809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
business@pglaf.org.  Email contact links and up to date contact
information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official
page at https://pglaf.org

For additional contact information:
     Dr. Gregory B. Newby
     Chief Executive and Director
     gbnewby@pglaf.org


Section 4.  Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
Literary Archive Foundation

Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
array of equipment including outdated equipment.  Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.

The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.  Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.  We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.  To
SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
particular state visit https://pglaf.org

While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
approach us with offers to donate.

International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
outside the United States.  U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.

Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
methods and addresses.  Donations are accepted in a number of other
ways including including checks, online payments and credit card
donations.  To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate


Section 5.  General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
works.

Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
with anyone.  For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.


Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
unless a copyright notice is included.  Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.


Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:

     https://www.gutenberg.org

This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.


</pre>

</body>
</html>
generated by cgit v1.2.3 (git 2.25.1) at 2026-05-06 17:41:34 +0000