In conclusion he said,
with a sigh: "But what is the good of it all? The Upper One has
blessed me with one hand, but He has punished me with the
other."
It appeared that his wife had died, in Austria, just when she was
about to come to join him and he was preparing to surprise her
with what, to her, would have been a palatial apartment
"For six years I tried to bring her over, but could not manage it," he
said, simply. "I barely made enough to feed one mouth. When
good luck came at last, she died. She was a good woman, but I
never gave her a day's happiness. For eighteen years she shared
my poverty. And now, that there is something better to share, she
is gone."
CHAPTER VI ONE of the many Jewish immigrants who were
drawn into the whirl of real-estate speculation was Max Margolis,
Dora's husband. I had heard his name in connection with some
deals, and one afternoon in February we found ourselves side by
side in a crowd of other "boomers." The scene was the corner of
Fifth Avenue and One Hundred and Sixteenth Street, two blocks
from Tevkin's residence, a spot that usually swarmed with
Yiddish-speaking real-estate speculators in those days.
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