paid, and engaged Mr. Feldman to draw the deed for the tenement house.
"And how long is this contract to last?" Feldman asked.
"For five years," Abe replied.
"Five years nothing," said Louis. "I wouldn't work for no one on a five years' contract. One year is what I want it."
"One year!" Abe cried. "Why, Louis, that ain't no way to talk. In one year you'd just about get well enough acquainted with our trade—of course, I'm only talking, y'understand—to cop it out for some other house what would pay you a couple of hundred more. No, Louis, I think it ought to be for five years."
"Of course, if you think I'm the kind what takes a job to cop out the firm's trade, Abe," Louis commenced, "why——"
"I'm only saying for the sake of argument," Abe hastened to explain. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Louis: I'll make it two years, and at the end of that time if you want to quit you can do it; only, you should agree not to work as salesman for no other house for the space of one year afterward or you can go on working for us for one year afterward. How's that?"
"I think that's eminently fair," Mr. Feldman broke in hurriedly. "You can't refuse those terms, Mr. Mintz. Mr. Potash will sign for his partner, I apprehend, and then Mr. Perlmutter will be bound
under the principle of qui fecit per alium fecit per se."
No one could stand up against such a flood of Latin, and Louis nodded.