t you talk to 'em about it?" Rothman replied. "I am
satisfied."

But there was something about Rothman's face that to Zwiebel augured
well for his son's regeneration. Like the advertised loft buildings in
the cloak and suit district, Mr. Rothman's face was of steel
construction throughout, and Zwiebel felt so sure of Rothman's ability
to cope with Milton's shortcomings that he raised the bid to three
thousand dollars. Firmness, however, is a quality that makes for
success in every phase of business, particularly in bargaining; and
when the deal was closed Rothman had hired Milton Zwiebel for nothing a
week. Mr. Zwiebel, on his part, had agreed to invest five thousand
dollars in Rothman's business, the same to bear interest at 3 per cent.
per annum. He had also bound himself to repay Rothman the weekly salary
of fifteen dollars which Milton was to receive, and when they parted
they shook hands warmly on the transaction.

"Well, Mr. Rothman," Zwiebel concluded, "I hope you will see to it the
boy behaves himself."

Rothman's mouth described a downward arc.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zwiebel," he said; "leave it to me."

* * * * *

Milton Zwiebel had not found his _metier_. He had tried almost
everything in the Business Directory from Architectural Iron Work to
Yarns, Domestic and Imported, and had ascertained all of them to be
lacking in the one quality he craved--excitement.

"That boy is looking for trouble all the time, mommer," Charles Zwiebel
said to his wife on the night after his conversation with Rothman, "and
I guess he will get so much as he wants by Rothman. Such a face I never
seen it before, like Haman. If Milton should get fresh with him,
mommer, he would get it a _Schlag_, I bet yer."

"Ain't you ashamed to talk that way?" Mrs. Zwiebel protested.

"It'll do the boy good, mommer," Mr. Zwiebel replied. "That boy is a
regular loafer. It's eleven o'clock already and he ain't home yet. What
that lowlife does when he stays out till all hours of the night I don't
know. One thing is sure, he ain't doing no good. I hate to think where
that boy will end up, mommer."

He shook his head and heavily ascended the stairs to bed, while Mrs.
Zwiebel settled herself down with the evening paper to await Milton's
return.

She had a weary vigil ahead of her, for Milton had at last found
serious employment. Only that evening he had been engaged by Professor
Felix Lusthaus as a double