Ghetto Comedies

tating its luridly romantic phraseology. Such counter-plots, coils, treasons, and stratagems in so simple a matter! How Quarriar could even

tiplying excuses for Quarriar, figuring him as misled by his neighbours, more skilled than he in playing upon philanthropic heart-strings; he had been told, doubtless, that two daughters made no impression upon the flinty heart of bureaucratic charity, that in order to soften it one must 'increase and multiply.' He had got himself into a network of falsehood from which, though his better nature recoiled, he had been unable to disentangle himself. But then I remembered how even in Russia he had pursued an illegal calling, how he had helped a friend to evade military service, and again I took up my knife. But the face preserved its reproachful dignity, seemed almost to turn the other cheek. Il

e had indeed been there, though I had eliminated them in my confident misrepresentation. Now that I had exaggerated them, I had idealized, so to speak, in the reverse direction. And the more I pondered upon this new face, the more I saw that this return to a truer homeliness and a more real realism did but enable me to achieve a subtl

y, but an heroic epic, even as the prophet Isaiah had prefigured. The true tragedy, the saddest sorrow, lay in the martyrdom of an Israel u

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of concealing from the Briton your shame in being related through a pedigree of three thousand years to Aaron, the High Priest of Israel, and Cohn is one of the simplest and most effective. Once, taken to task by a pietist, Solomon defended himself by the quibble that Hebrew has no vowels. But even this would not acc

stanch adherence to his ancient faith, evidenced so tangibly by his Sabbath shutters: even the Christian clothiers bore him goodwill, not suspecting that S. Cohn's Saturday losses were more than coun

such lucrative business. The synagogue, not the sea, was the poetry of these eager traffickers: here they wore phylacteries and waved palm-branches and did other picturesque things, which in their utter ignorance of Catholic or other ritual they deemed unintelligible to the heathe

essed. Her work was manifold and unceasing, for besides her domestic and shop-womanly duties she was necessarily a philanthropist, fettered with Jewish charities as the Gabbai's wife, tangled with Christian charities as the consort of the Town Councillor. In speech she was literally his echo, catching up h

assertive personality than poor Hannah's. The mere danger of slipping back unconsciously to the banned Yiddish put a curb upon her tongue. He

ably produce ecstasy in his son and heir. And when Simon was discovered reading 'The Pirates of Pechili,' dexterously concealed in his prayer-book, the boy received a strapping that made his mother wince. Simon's breakfast lay only at the end of a long volume of prayers; and, having ascertained by careful experiment the minimum of time his father would accept for t

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the sterner sex. When the eldest, Deborah, was married, her husband received, by way of compensation, the goodwill of the Sudminster business, while S. Cohn

nd especially his wife. One would almost have thought from their deportment that they considered themselves the superiors instead of the slaves of the congregation. S. Cohn had been accustomed to a series of clergymen, who must needs be taught painfully to parrot 'Our Sovereign Lady Queen Victoria, the Prince of Wales, the Princess of Wales, and all the Roy

impressed on Simon with a strap. 'We are not in Pol

s of Anglicization! He, who employed a host of Anglo-Saxon clerks, counter-j

rse. Dread rumours came of a younger generation that craved almost openly for organs in the synagogue and women's voices in the choir, nay, of even more flagitious spirits-devotional dynamit

' S. Cohn was wont to complain, 'that do

siness was as inevitable as that the bu

n him a peculiar and extensive acquaintance with the ways of the world. Carefully curtained away in a secret compartment, lay his elementary Hebrew lore. It did not enter into his conception of the perfect Englishman. Ah, how he rejoiced in this wider horizon of London, so thickly starred with music-halls, billiard-rooms, and resta

Covenant-this young Englishman lurked beneath his praying-shawl, e

vative. For her, indeed, London had proved narrowing rather than widening. She became part of a parish instead of part of a town, and of a Ghetto in a parish at that! The vast background of London was practically a mirage-the London suburb was farther from London than the provincial town. No longer did the currents of civic life tingle through

were ensconced in plush parlours of their own. Home and shop became his only realm, and his autocratic tendencies grew the stronger by compression. He read 'the

ried S. Cohn furiously. 'The

rs. Cohn. 'This comes of our k

g the destinies of Britain.

,' said S. Cohn, c

as pudding which had invaded so many Anglo-Jewish homes, the festival, with its shop-window flamboyance, entered far

radually S. Cohn became aware that the military fever of which he read in both his organs was infecting his clothing emporium-that his own counter-jumpers were in heats of adventurous resolve. The military microbes must have lain thick in the khaki they handled. At any rate, S. Cohn, always quick to catch the contagion of the correct thing, announced that he would present a bonus to all who went out to fight for their country, and that he would keep their places open for their return. The Saturday this patriotic offer was recorded in his news

a drop of vine

wife, as she came down the gallery stairs to meet her lo

ed Mrs. Cohn, flush

house he said h

w you were to

king of our country, not of our pleasures.' And he drew her angrily without, where the brightly-dressed worshippers, lin

robate appeared,

. Cohn, who, never growing older,

a walk-it was

ere did

on't b

bother. Where

t doesn't matter-t

n't hav

War O

' broke fro

oked blankly from

e the enlisting and all that

tacles and was polishing them with his

en going on behind my back,' he

Simon's madcap ideas,' Hannah murmure

to be choked off. It's all stuff what the doctor says. I'm as strong as

this Meshuggas (madness) is?' cried S

the front, just lik

. 'Enlist! You, that I b

t's going-the City

s! But that's

tlemen among them.

ot ric

several chaps

ah eagerly, 'grateful to the noble people who h

quotation from the war-sermon of the morning. 'Ye

fight,' s

'd shoot yourself with your own gun!' He had not been so ups

And Simon pursed his li

bath. And you'd be stuck on your o

d left the tabl

e servant. 'There!' she said. 'And n

But his stomach always surrenders.' He resumed his meal with a wronged a

ran through him, born of the Russian persecution, and he had a vague nightmare sense of the Chappers, the Jewish man-gatherers who collected the tribute of young Jews for the L

osephus-Simon's prize for Hebrew, you know-that

ht for themselves-f

,' said Simon. 'Didn't you

he had no retort, only anger. And this made him angrier, and

she said imploringly. 'The War Office h

y at 'em again, and if I don't get into the Mounte

puzzled father. 'Hannah, you must have known

mured. 'The child amuses himself. H

I'll stop h

ily, 'the Government

w black. 'But remember-you may g

can you utter su

r. He's bound to take me back. Isn'

t from blac

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uld not reconsider his. Ignorant of his boy's graceless existence, he fumed at th

upon an idealism, choked, rather than fed, by a misunderstood Judaism. Anglicization had done its work; from his schooldays he had felt himself a descendant, not of Judas Maccab?us, but of Nelson and Wellington; and now that his brethren were being mowed down by a kopje-guarded foe, his whole soul rose in venomo

his khaki uniform and his great slouch

l, for which each volunteer had two tickets. Simon sent his to his father. 'The Lord M

n next,' said S. Cohn, t

em together. It was the la

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s. This January night, the Sabbath arriving early in the afternoon, he was snoring before seven, and Mrs. Cohn slipped out, risking his wrath. Her religion forced her to make the long journey on foot; but, hurrying, she arrived at St. Paul's before the doors were opened. And throughout the long walk w

of alien things-how little she was Anglicized, she thought, after all those years! And when she was borne forward into the Cathedral, her heart beat with a sense of dim, remote glories. To have lived so long in London and never to have entered here! Sh

rd Mayor and the Aldermen passed along the aisle, preceded by mace-bearers; and mingled with this dazzle of gilded grandeur and robes, was a regretful memory of the days when, as a Town Councillor's consort, she had at least touched the hem of this unknown historic English life. The skirl of bagpipes shrilled from without-that exotic, ha

Ah! at last, there was her Simon-manlier, handsomer than them all! But he did not see her: he marched on stiffly; he was already sucked up into this strange life. Her heart grew heavy. But it lightened again when the organ pe

od fight with

Strength and C

first Psalm! Did they, then, pray the Jewish prayers in Christian churches? 'For He shall give

echoing, vaulted space, she studied the hymns and verses, with their

o shine upon you and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift u

re had she felt its beauty: she had never even understood its words till she read the English of them in the gilt-edged Prayer-Book that marked rising wealth. Surely there had been some mon

even over backs of chairs in the general mellay. This time Simon saw her. He stretched out his martial

s and points of vantage, and hurrahing hordes that fused themselves with the procession and became part of its marching. She yearned forwards to vague glories, aware of a poor p

isfied with his sufferings on the voyage. Not only had the sea been rough, but he had suffered diabolically from the inoculation

s what a fool he's been, and h

would be d

t mind desertin

of grumbling at that, his one grievance was that the regiment was not getting to the front. Heat and frost, hurricane and dust-storm-n

e was full of war-knowledge acquired with painful eagerness, prattled of Basuto ponies and Mauser bullets

soldiers slain by their own protective cannon as they lay behind ant-heaps facing the enemy, and British officers culled under the very eyes of the polo-match; tales of hospital and camp, of shirts turned sable and putties worn to rags, and all the hidden miseries of uncleanliness and insanitation that underlie the glories of war. There were tales, too, of quarter-rations; but these she did not read to her husband, lest the m

being Gabbai

singer and devil-dodger, he has no civilization worth the name, and his customs are filthy. Since the great trek he has acquired, from long intercourse

without going there. But hear further! "Is it to be wondered at that the Boer farmer, hidden in the vast undulations of the endless veldt, with his w

as reading a description of himself-nay, of herself, of her whole race, hidden in the great world, awaiting s

ave Dutch blood at the back of them, and a profound contempt for us. Their whole life has been spent on the open veldt (we are always fighting them on somebody's farm, who knows every inch of the ground), and they never risk anything except in the trap sort of man?uvres. The brave rush

ame morning paper. 'Intermarriage! In a generation or two there will be one fine Anglo-African race. That'

the solution,' Mrs. Cohn wrote obediently. '

ndividuals we have to deal with come from a Boer mother and a

was because there were two Governments-he forg

ch the proud reader was persuaded by the lobby to forward to the communal organ. The organ a

istributed printed copies to the staff of

to get him safe back to camp-Heaven knows how!-and they made me a lance-corporal, and the beggar says I saved his life; but it was really through carrying a fat letter from his sister-not even his sweetheart. We chaff him at missing such a romantic chance. He got off with a flesh wound, but there is a great blot of red ink on the letter. You may imagine we were not anxious to let our comrades go unavenged. My superiors being sick or otherwise occupied, I was allowed to make a night-march with thirty-five men on a farm nine miles away-just to get square. It was a n

his wife had got used to the firing-line, now that neither shot nor shell could harm her boy. 'For He shall give H

displayed them in his window, and the crowd and the business they brought him put him more and more in sympathy with Simon

d with bunting from roof to basement, and a great illumina

, she was not deceived; and, the time drawing nigh for Simon's ret

s what the irony of fate brought to pass. In the unending campaign which death wages with life, S

an when dodging his father's eye. His only absences from home he accounted for as visits to Winstay, his pal of the campaign, with whom he had got chummier than ever since the affair of the cattle-guard. Winstay, he said, was of good English family, with an old house in Harrow-fortunately on the London and North Western Railway, so that he co

t of Chanukah-the commemoration of the heroic days of Judas Maccab?us-and the Jewish C.I.V.'s were among the s

exciting day, Mrs. Cohn said suddenly:

knows,'

.' And she sm

repeated S

-the matrim

Before your year

became one flame. 'Not

heek!' And Simon's flus

re long; and naturally,' she added, her voice growing bolder, 'I should like to see you settled before I follow your f

. 'What a ghastly idea, that your wife would just as s

me came to complicate her emotions further. She remembered how she had been exported from Poland to marry the unseen S. Co

her. And it's not likely to be one of

of which Jewish g

. They don't

glad your father isn't alive

rmarriage is the solu

was thinking how to make the Bo

ay the Jews must

wish girls who are English

bout the old customs? Then where'

e, and Simon went off to don his khaki re

it was she who had steadied his life; hers were those 'fat letters,' faintly aromatic. It must be very wonderful, this strange passion, luring her son from his people with its forbidden glamour. How Highbury would be scandalized, robbed of so eligible a bridegroom! The sons-in-law she

e could be found. He should have love-this strange English thing-but could he not find a Jewess? Ah, happy inspiration! he should m

ould never be happy with her! No, no

nd what men! Everywhere the scarlet and grey of uniforms, the glister of gold lace-the familiar decorous lines of devout top-hats broken by glittering helmets, bear-skins, white nodding plumes, busbies, red caps a-cock, glengarries, all the colour of the British army, mixed with the feathered jauntiness of the Colonies and the khaki sombreros of the

h white resplendence. The pulpit-yes, the pulpit-was swathed in the Union Jack; and looking towards the box of the Parnass and Gabbai, she saw it was occupied by officers with gold sashes. Somebody whispered that he with the medalled

hant on the steps of the Ark, lit the great many-branched Chan

t and white gown (military, too, she imagined in her ignorance), and-oh, even rarer sight!-he w

weetness through her blood. An organ! An organ in

ging, and hovering meekly on the borders of the service-she read afterwards that it was only a harmonium-yet it brought a strange exaltation, and there was an

zens than the children of Israel who had settled under her flag. They had been gratified, but not surprised, to see in the Jewish press the names of more than seven hundred Jews serving Queen and country. Many more had gone unrecorded, so that they had proportionally

the hushed air of the synagogue. It went on and on, this list, reeking with each bloody historic field, recalling every regiment, British or colonial; on and on in the reverent silence, till a black pall

ds Simon and seized his hand for an instant, whispering pa

that she had said th

I

es, though the only aid to his eloquence was the photograph of a plump little blonde with bewitching dimples. The time was not ripe yet for bringin

ou be married?'

registrar,' he

her a proselyte?'

absurd to suddenly start

knows you

r, so why shouldn't she know? But her father's

k? Abou

or the war-and that they leave the fighting to the English. It's rather sicke

lity. 'But how can he say that, whe

think of me as a Jew. It's a bit illogical, I know.' And he smil

as she recalled the photograph of the white-haire

a dear old boy. That's why I d

ven hundred at least to the war?' she persiste

u suppose he reads the Jewish what's-a-nam

ght to show

. 'That would only prove to him th

ontent. But apparently it only shadowed her own hor

rned from Harrow earlier than his wont, and Hannah's dog-

d a quarrel?

th the o

what

some League of Londoners for the

there should be decentralization,' said Mrs

composed the "Appeal to the Briton," and gloated over it so conceit

his mother be

be admitted unless they produce a certificate of industrial capacity, and in the same breath they accuse them of taking the work away from the British workman. Now this isn't

his mother

sertion passed into

She knows the old boy's vanity. Of cou

appen? Will you

to his brow. 'Oh,

ved him the trouble o

ly Old Si

self admit there is a grievance of congestion and high rents in the East End. And it is only natural-isn't it?-that aft

ian slums-Flower and Dean Street?' And his handsome Oriental

clock, in the Pompeian Room. I have got an aunt at Sydenham, and I can go in to tea

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and pictures, it was delicious to make their own atmosphere, untroubled by the flippancy of the brother or the earnestness of the father. In the presence of Lucy's artistic knowledge Simon was at once abashed and sti

ts to Harrow, but the longer he delayed the

d him. 'He has joined the committee, and the prospectus

the son of an alien,

ill you can forget your remote genealogy. You see, even now father doesn't quite realize you are a Jew

' cried Sim

e by side with my brothe

But, Lucy, you don't t

Merely Shem?'

w I never could believe in the Trinity and all that

he Church of England-I feel myself a member. Really, Sim,

atingly; for somehow he felt a shiver of cold at the wo

ve-smitten eyes, her suggestion that the girl be brought to see her received with equal postponement, began to fret for the great thing to come to pass. One canno

me when she returned from the sea

r father is dragging

married the mome

re. Still, you are not wrong, mother. It's high time we ca

Mrs. Cohn. 'Are

se. But we've never sa

emark that the definiteness of the Sugarman method was not withou

d the faint perfume that always stirred her own wistful sense of lost romance-something far-off and delicious, with the sw

d for the last post. When at length a step was heard crunching on the gravel, he rushed from the room, and Mrs. Cohn heard the hall-door open. Her ear, disappointed of the rat-tat, morbidly

face was white. 'She cannot marry me,

this must not be! I will go to the father; I will

, it's herself. Now that I won't let her drift any longer, she can't bring herself to

nk herself above you!' Her dog-lik

held yourself aloof from the others long enough, God k

f Pechili.' And, again, as in the days when his boyish treasures were changed to ashes, she stole towards him, with an involuntary furtive look to see if S. Cohn's back was turned, and laid her hands upon his heaving s

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ISH TRI

s fortunate young man who seemed to shed a blonde radiance all around him. The factories of Middleton, which had manufactured Sir Asher Aaronsberg, ex-M.P., and nearly all his wealthy guests, were to his artistic eye an outrage upon a beautiful planet, and he was still in that crude phase of juvenile revolt in which one speaks one's thoughts of the mess humanity has made of its world. But, unfortunately, the Mayoress of Middleton was deafish, so that he could not even shock her with his epigrams. It was extremely disconcerting to have his bland blasphemies met with an equally bland smile. On his other hand sat Mrs. Samuels, the buxom and highly charitable relict of 'The People's Clot

on of poetry and purity. Lady Aaronsberg, who might have supplied the missing link, was dead-before even arriving at ladyship, alas!-and when she was alive Barstein had not enjoyed the pri

ke in suddenly upon his reflections; 'he

ecalled to the sculptor, who, in so far as the patriarchs ever crossed his mind, conceived the

ssented the

tch nor the proposition seemed suitable to the dinner-table. The Mayoress added ecstat

-even to the northerly burr-was so vividly stamped upon Barstein's mind that he wondered the more that the Mayoress could see him as anything but the prosy, provincial, whilom Member of Parliame

sher was soon heard over the clatter of conversation protesting vehemen

sionately. 'Oh, my dear Mr. Fuller, it woul

to govern themselves as we have!

t minority,' cried Sir Asher, becoming almost epigrammatic in his ex

nt no victory for Judaism, but he stayed his tongue with a salted almond. Let the

e for India? There's no

wel in the British crown! And let the Russian bear come and swallow it up! No, no! A thousand times no!

e was amused, too, at the completeness with which the lion of Judah had endued himself with the skin of the British lion. To a cosmopolitan ar

y, on his forehead. It said much for his character that these fellow-citizens of his had once elected him as their Member, despite his unpopular creed and race, and were now willing to sit at his table under this tedious benediction. Sir Asher did not even let them off with the shorter form of grace invented by a wise Rabbi for these difficult occasions, yet so far as was visible it was only the Jewish guests-comically distinguished by serviettes shamefacedly dabbed on their heads-who fidgeted under the pious torrent. These were no doubt fearful of boring the Christians whose precious society the Jew enjoyed on a parlous tenure. In the host's son Julius a superadded intellectual impatience was traceable. He had brought back from Oxford a contempt for his father's

ion of meals! But to-night, after so long an interval, he could look at it without prejudi

hers a desirable, good, and ample land, and because Thou didst bring us forth, O Lo

her was thankful because over three thousand years ago his ancestors had obtained-not without hard fighting for it

ess, indeed, the House of Commons (from which he had been delivered by the Radical reaction) might be so regarded, and his own house was, as he was fond of sayi

er was stil

erusalem Thy city, upon Zion the abiding place of Thy glory

rases from the environment. To his deepest self he was not even a Briton. 'Have mercy, O Lord, upon Israel Thy people.' Despite all his outward pomp and prosperity, he felt himself one of that dispersed and maltreated band of brothers who had for eighteen centuries resisted alike the

but a very citadel of the spirit. A new respect for his host began to steal upon him. Involuntarily he sought the face of the daught

ve artist, the Rembrandtesque figure prayed on: 'And rebu

ers or his own people. All his imagination was inflamed. He conjured up a Zion built up by such virile hands as Sir Asher's, and peopled by such beautiful mothers as his daughter: the great Empire that would spring from the unity and liberty of a race which even under dispersion and oppression wa

uller murmured to him as he returned to the t

tein replied, a little jarr

nal views. 'So much time for digestion would enable any race to survive in this age of qui

stein rebukingly. 'The glamour of

' said Tom, with a

replied with a dignity

taken you for one!'

f instantly. 'To feel complimented at not being taken for a Jew-what does it mean?

ciate the picturesqueness of it all-hearing the very language of the Bible

t upon both, and directing the artist's attention in particular to the pictures that hung around the s

id. His cap was back in his coat-tail, and he

the Italians at all

he Palestinian patriarch. Sir Asher never discussed theology except with those who agreed with him. Nor did he ever, whether in private or in public, breathe an unfriendly word against his Christian fellow-citiz

mand witheringly of his cronies. The question was in his eye now as he summed up Italian art to the sculptor, and a faint smile twitching about his lips invited hi

the pedestal. 'Surely the Madonna was

' he remembered. 'You think only of the beautiful outs

in a low scornful tone: 'Neither confoundi

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modern consciousness depolarized page upon page that had never in boyhood been anything to him but a series of syllables to be gabbled off as rapidly as possible, when their meaning was not still further overlaid by being sung slowly to a tune. 'I might as well have turned a prayer-wheel,' he said regretf

eepening insight drove him to interpret the tragedy also, and he sought out from the slums and small synagogues of the East End strange forlorn figures, with ragged curls and wistful eyes. It was from

their knowledge of how to run their local organization was naturally superior. But throughout all the mean surroundings, the petty wrangles, and the grotesque jealousies that tarnished the movement he retained his inner exaltation. He had at last found himself and found his art. He fell to work upon a great Michel-angelesque figure of the awakening genius of his people, blowing the trum

xhibitions supplied a sort of answer, and the few who chanced to meet him reported dolefully that he was a changed man. Gone was the light-hearted and light-footed dancer of the Paris pavement

town for the season in charge of an aunt, and the meeting occurred in one of the galleries of the newer art, in front of Mabel's own self in marble. She praised the P

and Barstein was reduced to getting himself invited to that Jewish Bayswater, his loathing for which had not been overcome even by his new-found nationalism. Her

did not look at all like a Jew, so it didn't sound so horrible in his mouth. His lithe figure stood out almost Anglo-Saxon amid the crowds of hulking undersized young men, and though his manners were not so good as a Christian's-she never forgot his blunder at her father's dinner-party-still, he looked up to one with almost a Christian's adoration, instead of sizing one up with an Oriental's calculation. These ot

garlanded niche at a great Jewish Charity Ball, lapped a

so wicked as I

n the Sabbath, L

your brother Juli

ulius wants to smoke on Friday even

t smoke in y

tell him. You'r

tell him-unle

won't ask you-he'l

re not very encouraging, dea

orts of queer notions. And you're not so'

rs. 'Yes, I am; I'm

ps, though they went on: 'But you told me

shall economize dre

. But he continued to laugh away her fears. She was so beautiful and he was so strong-what could stand between them? Ce

the supper champagne. They had secured a little table

ope to Palestine,' he sa

Live entirely amon

rust the knife she was wielding through his heart. Her silent recep

of shoes. Since Barstein had brought Zionism to her consciousness, she had noted that distinguished Christians were quite sympathetic, but this was the one subject on

ive entirely among Jews

rowing off a suffocating weight. 'O

living amo

s as background as well as foreground. A great

tinct would be shared by every Jew in that festive aggregation around him. His heart sank. Never-even in those East End back-rooms where the pitiful disproportion of his consumptive-looking collaborators to their great task was sometimes borne in dismally upon

another,' Mabel explained

ion of the prevailing point of view was quickened by the fact that the Jewish firstcomers were always aware of an existence on sufferance, with their slowly-won privileges jeopardized if too many other Jews came in their wake. He consulted his own pre-Zionist psychology. 'Yes,' he decided. 'Every Jew who moves into our country, our city, our watering-place, our street even, seems to us an invader or an interloper. He draws attention to us, he accentuates our difference from the normal, he increases the chance of the renewal of Rishus (malice). And

ced from him a

Henry-never going to smile agai

ed, his smile fading into sombreness. 'Neit

had felt her hold over him slipping, and her own appre

ps of bacon. And presently we shall be having water ices to simulate cream. We can't even preserve our dietary individuality. Truly s

eal could so interrupt the rhapsodies due to her admissions of affection, was

as she not Sir Asher's daughter? She must surely have inherited some of his love for Palestine and his people. It was this Philis

me almond-pudding?'

offer me almond-pudding. Oh, I should like to go t

Palestine,' he

. 'All roads lea

thout Palestine our past is a shi

'But what should we do there?

h in the Arts and Crafts School. Bezalel, it's called; isn't that a beautiful name? It's from Bezalel, the f

nicated. The Palestine Rabbis always e

at do you know

d boxes and paper-knives-a perennial shower. The letters are generally in the most killing English. And he w

n. 'We'll send all th

ey'll send you, you maker of graven images

ones is just one of the arts which God says He had inspired Bez

stition and squalor, and I'm sorry to say father

up the eventual Renaissance. Your father and his kind

ver her marmoreal brow. But her face lightened with a sudden

e answered as cheerfully. 'But, all the sam

f Christians do that. There was a Cook's par

moon to analyse the terms in which it was given. He looked into her eyes

ir fates to a letter, whether from herself or her lover. A plump negative would be so difficult to fight against. A personal interview permitted one

nal contempt for Sir Asher had been exchanged for sincere respect, and that the bluff Briton was a

Briton, and a Briton no longer

rfectly i

or not rich enough, too artistic or too low-born? Or did Sir Asher conside

work-it confers honour on our community. The Mayor alluded to it only yesterday.' He spo

lk advanced th

e match.' Sir Asher caressed his l

quious clerks and attendants through whom Barstein had had to penetrate, the factory buildings stretching around, with their sense of throbbing machinery and disciplined workers, all gave the burly Briton a background again

ak your daughter's hear

hoed Sir Asher in amaze. It was

uffer dreadfully?' Barstein we

out of his discreet reticence. 'I'd sooner bre

s the sculptor'

hat?' h

ean to deny you're a Zioni

zed at him

't suppose I don't read the Jewish pap

e. 'But-but,' he stammered

't presume to force t

sn't want to? Surely it is through human agency that Prov

mies. Perhaps you thin

hole Jewish people is its own M

tions you expect to marry my daughter! You must excuse me if I wish to hear no f

hall ever get to Palestine?'

s to the ceiling. 'In Go

n will t

r our present sphere. To-day we are too ne

t si

on will be split by an ear

gesture. 'But why can't we go to Jerusalem

nations. We must live dispersed. W

red your voice when you denounced the Trini

r example. Merely by keeping our o

Sunday-keeping peoples makes our ver

'Indeed, the growth of the Saturday half-holiday sinc

dispersed to promote

h,' Sir Asher corrected shar

. Five millions are herded in

has long been scatter

sand in one square mile

hey go to the Argentine too. I he

reaching the Unit

h a mocker. We are in exile by

es of Sir Asher's exile, but he forbore to be personal. 'Then if we must

ntance with his generosity. 'That I might suffe

ewish patriot,' r

ish face grew

British patriots. You talk trea

he young man l

ndermine all the rights we have

really a British patr

ir, that I equipped a corps of

volunteers for Zion-that is

n Palestine as men of peace. There is neither coal nor iron-hence no manufactures. Agriculture? It's largely stones and swamps. Not to mention it's too hot for Jews to work in the fields. They

redly. His array of arguments see

. As for quarrelling, weren't you in Parliament? Party gov

lifetime of laying down the law

hould make of Gover

Ministers to every C

s we're under others. Sir Ashe

against whom you equipped volunteers fought frenziedly for three years not to be under others! And we-the thought of Je

ave of the hand. 'This is all a waste of breath. For

ay for it-"speedily

red at the bo

waste of breath,'

sher severely. 'It is a Divine event I

Yes, you're an anti-Semite too-like your daughter, li

nt,' he said, recovering his magisterial note. 'I was once in love myself. But when it comes to calling me an anti-Semite, it i

a man; somebody some day will have to win your bel

good-humouredly. 'Three

th a flash of angry intuition.

ow quite sure of the

and the anti-Semite-thre

he electric bells with a j

here, and a Jew everywhere and an anti-Semite everywhere. Passionate Hungarians, and true-born Italians, eagle-waving Americans, and loyal Frenchmen, imperial Germans, and double Dutchmen, we are dispersed to preach the Un

'Neither confounding the persons nor d

QUESTION I

QUESTION IN

ared in their hive of industry-an alien immigrant, without roots or even relatives at Sudminster. And Simeon Samuels was equipped not only with capital and enterprise-the sho

ountry-struggling at every sacrifice to keep the Holy Day despite the supplementary burden of Sunday closing, and the God of their fathers had not left unperformed His part of the contract. For 'the harvests' of profit were abundant, and if 'the latter and the former rain' of their unchanging supplication were mere dried metaphors to a people divorced from Palestine and the soil for eighteen centuries, the wine and the oil came in casks, and the corn in cakes. T

stoned to death,' whispered the squat Solomon Barzi

sighed Ephraim Mendel, hitching his praying-shawl more over h

ment for his-Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory.' The last phrase Solomon suddenly shouted in Hebrew, in antiphonal respo

who had taken over S. Cohn's business, together with his daughter Deborah, 'and h

int Simeon Samuels stalked into

ommunity. Escorted by the obsequious and unruffled beadle to the seat he seemed already to have engaged-that high-priced seat facing the presidential pew that had remained vacant since the death of Tevele the pawnbroker-Simeon Samuels wrap

n those whose own eyes had seen him behind his counter when he should have been consecrating t

congratulation upon the holy privilege, all the congregants who found themselves upon his line of return shot forth their arms with remorseful eagerness, and thus was Simeon Samuels switched on to the brotherhood of Sudminsterian Israel. Yet as his now trusting co-religionists passed his shop on their homeward walk-and many a pair of legs went considerably out of its way to do so-their eyes bec

e game. The Parnass, though at heart as outraged as they by the new departure, felt it always incumbent upon him to display his presidential impartiality and his dry humour. His authority, mainly based on his being the only retired shopkeeper in the com

od,' Mendel rep

kly!' said Solomon Barzinsky,

Parnass weightily. 'He has paid it, and therefore if I

'Can't we prove he has

his cards placidly. 'Do we want to wash ou

Barzinsky. 'We should become a l

to the Christian courts,' the

is shop open on Sabbath is capable of anything,' sai

s, he may have a Christian partner who kee

orbidden,' said Barzinsk

e reminded him, 'sells his groce

le to destroy hundreds of pounds of leaven.

has never been raise

an (pundit) to answer

a specialist,' re

is cards. 'You can go

' said his wife. 'Do

shame is on a Parnass to talk

stands in the Talmud: "For vain swearing no

errupted: '"The Law of Thy mouth is better

oined severely, 'that the wise man does n

' Barzinsky shrieked, 'that for t

n in his long figure, 'that one must not even offer a nut to allure

storm. 'But Simeon Samuels hasn't a

an embarra

. 'I know, because I went to the shop Friday mo

s's wife timidly. It was her first contribution to the conve

d the Parnass. 'That was just

did have one,' Mrs. Mendel confessed;

s a gene

it,' snarled Solomon Barzinsky

sell clocks,' s

retence of selling them something else. The Talmudi

t in the Parnass's wife, f

n. 'More than I've done, for she wasn't in synagogue. Perhaps she is the Christi

eassuringly. 'I caught sight of

s passed unquestioned, and

Mr. Mendel, 'she served in the

of the synagogue he served in the sho

judicially. 'If a man breaks one commandm

miting the green cloth with his fist; 'for he

k my plates,' said the P

've taken away

fore I know that he is truly a sinner in Israel. As it is written, "Thou shalt inquire and make search an

ted to eat a ham-sandwich-just fo

ed you a dog,' th

ss hurriedly. 'After all, it's t

business,' Sol

Parnass drily; 'it

I

tained its flaunting seductiveness, assisted, people observed, by Simeon Samuels' habit of lounging at his sh

uences did not at all correspond with their deep if undefined forebodings. It is true a horse and carriage dashed into Peleg, the pawnbroker's, window down the street, frightened, Peleg maintained, by the oilskins fluttering outside Simeon Samuels' shop; but as the suffering was entirely limited to the nerves of Mrs. Pele

The Lord is merciful and long-suffering, a

is pay-day, and the heathen haven't patience to wait till the three stars are out and

e, he was treated as their servant, his duties rigidly prescribed, his religious ideas curbed and corrected by theirs. What wonder if he could not suddenly rise to dictatorship? Even at home Mrs. Gabriel was a congregation in herself. But as the week went by he f

e,' they said unanimously, 'and

or minister would protest. 'You had

te. 'I would not lower myself. He'd

land and aloof, he pursued his own affairs, meeting the congreg

a presidential command to prea

ble just yet,' he pleaded.

, 'any text can be twisted to point an

portion) about Joseph. How are you go

the-earth. But what's the use of a preacher i

e hidden meaning and the plain meaning. But Joseph is merely historical narrative. The

bout Potiph

nth Commandment,

o you mean to say you can't jump

The ministe

favoured. And it came to pass that his m

n. There were things in the Bible that should be left in the obscurity of the Hebrew, especially when one'

seph re

a protesting trumpet. The congregation's eyes returned from the b

reacher impressively, 'tem

n proceeded from many nostrils.

the Almighty, we are free from almost every form of wrong-doing, there is yet one temptation w

became now the focus of every eye. His face was turned towards the pr

could always be said of

, now the cosmos was righting itself; Heaven

is stature grew, his eloquence poured forth, polysyllabic. As he ended, the con

Simeon Samuels, that gentleman whipped out his hand and grasped the man of God's, and his

n; rather, was it a day of unrest. The plate-glass window still flashed in ini

exclaimed to Peleg the pawnbroker, as they passed the blasp

keeping open if you didn't tak

mpatiently. 'Don't you know it's forb

that. But if you

stomers the things they need, as it is written, "Open thy

f they drank their money a

couldn't they p

in ad

sum of money with you,

sum of money with them. I don't suppose they'd bring their pledges on Friday night, and wait till Saturd

gainst their names in your register. A pin could be stuck in to represent a pound, or a stamp stuck on to i

hands cannot perform their enterprise." Have a little of Job's patience, and trust the

rogue! I'd like t

mean. Leave h

s has caught us up. Good Shabbos (Sabbath), Parnass. This is a

ped the Parnass, hurled

retorted Barzinsky. 'A fat l

tead of Rochinsky,' the Parnass rem

ant foreigners, d

,' chuckled the Parnass, in whose breast the de

egarding his naturalization papers as retrospective. 'We are just passing the Reverend Gabriel's ho

waiting for Kiddush' (ho

eleg junior, who with various Barzinsky b

her-- Ah, here comes the minister. Good Shabbos (Sabbath), Mr.

apt into the ministe

d scathingly. 'I doubt if he'll even

ined open in a fishy gasp,

stronger language, Mr. Gabrie

s not there

ky. He'll be there right eno

leg, who had lingered, though his son h

ed the minister. 'It is written in the Talmud that

zinsky. 'A stranger would imagine we we

any stranger,' s

your sermon against Sabbath-breaking made him fancy he was just

h against Sabbath-breakin

ath-breaker,' cor

Barzinsky; 'you didn't even make

person and well-favoured,' r

ff, and his sneeze s

more kindly, 'you must

h every Saturday,' grumbled

s keeps open, you can't s

between you,'

xultantly. '"And took from them Simeon, and bound him before their eyes." There's you

n and bound him,' added the Parnass.

said the minister sullenly. 'I still can't see

bath-breaking as Potiphar's wi

Me have ye bereaved. Joseph is not, and S

ble thrill passed through the synagogue. Even Simeon Samuels seemed

Land is lost. Simeon is not-our Holy Temple is razed to the ground. One thing only is left us-one blessing with which the almighty father has blessed us-our Holy Sabba

hairs with sorrow to the grave.' Yes, it would be the destruction of Israel, he urged, if the Sabbath decayed. Woe to those sons of Israel who dared to endanger Benjamin. 'From Reuben and Simeon down to Gad and Asher, his life shall be required at their hands.' Oh, it was a red-hot-cannon-ball-firing serm

Yankele, the poor glazier's boy, who said that he kept looking from face to face, as if to mark the effect on the congregation, stroking his beard placidly the while. But as to his behaviour after the guns were still,

I

'that he went straight from Shool (synagogue) to his shop.' Solomon had rushed out the first thing

ult,' said the pre

to my text. But no! You must set

get in Simeon,

did you call him? The Holy Temp

analogy,' stammered

u apologized to him, t

mean a co

ed me to the Holy Temple. And I

ise,' murmured

'd remember my place and who I owed it to. But fo

sky is

Samuels shuts up shop or you do. That's final. Don't forget you

minister later in the str

terribly wrought up. There may even be a riot. If Simeon Samuels keeps op

will break

wait till the

busy opening t

ou must preach

d the Reverend G

'd be where I am now if I hadn't had the courage to buy a bankrupt stock that I

' impatiently cried the minis

. 'His name must not be blotted out-it

shame a man is equivalent to m

y wise rebuke thy neighbour, and not suffer sin up

I

their assembly be not thou united: in t

dyke against the waves of heathendom. Nor did his complacency diminish when his intuition proved correct, and the preacher thundered against the self-will-ay, and the self-seeking-that undermined Israel's last fortification.

sed the synagogue; a little

d a sermon so much,' said th

id the Parnass, still sw

ound an excited gentleman waiting him in the lobby. It was Lazarus Levy, whom his wi

riel goes, Mr. Parnass, o

r. Levy-what i

ough Saturday is so good for the clothing business, I've

course; everybo

with that Simeon Samuels. Simeon and Levy are brothers in their i

an air-ball at a pin-prick. 'Oh, nonsen

at all surprised to get a letter from my father-in-law in London-you know how pious old Cohn is! As for Simeon, he kept looking at me as if I was

sermon.' He stroked his beard. 'I quite agree with you. To dig down a public wall is indefensible. Nobody has the right to make more than a private hole in it, wher

aid the Gabbai (treasurer)

I'm that man's brothe

actful inspiration. 'You shall read the Ha

mean me,' he stipulated, mollified by th

argain,' grumbled the Parnass. 'T

it till we come to the text: "Wherefore Levi ha

el,' ejaculated S. Cohn's son-

r splendid sermon,' added the Gabbai, 'yo

wry face. 'But that'

o call upon the afflicted and the bereaved. And Simeon Sa

sn't want c

the Parnass. 'Go to him instead, then

Samuels,' said th

arlour armchair towards his reverend guest. 'My wife will be so sorry to

ng?' said the minist

ted a pastoral vis

' murmured the minister,

ls heartily, as he produced a bottle from th

all. I am only s

ed his beard.

' said the Rev.

on S

for secretarial work,

y to myself. But you have to work Saturd

the minis

know you must wor

s!' The minister flu

each and pray and sing and recite the Law for nothing so that Heaven might pe

n-on Shab

rn my wages for the rest of my work-the

e is not worthy of you. But far be

sabre-point gave him vigour for the lunge. 'You-y

I couldn't break the

ha

me break the Fou

ot unde

days shalt thou labour and do all thy work"? If I were to close on Saturday I should only

Commandment,' said the bewildered minist

d once, if you will have it so, the first time I shifted the Sabbath

' said the minister, c

y admit the first sin, for let me ask you, sir, which is nearer to the spirit of the Commandment-to work six days and k

necessity of earning one's bread. He was prepared to prove that even from a material point of view you really gained more in the long

ls pursued h

working half of it. I do my best to meet their views-as you say, one should not dig down a wall-by attending their Sabbath

ail there would be an end of Ju

y to put the opposition doctrine as strongly as possible from the pulpit.' Then, as the

of sin. And if you show yourself nex

rive away the rest of the congregation, sick of always hearing the same sermon. As for me,

became ungrammatica

and all professions, just go outside it altogether, and think themselves outside the gates of Judaism. If my father-pea

evil's advocate now,'

beard. 'Thank you. And I

s (Epicurean), and I

mine

nto the shop. At the

ist in setting

on? Considering every other shop in the town is o

aware, sir, that every other Jew in Sudm

re I settled here,' said

inner-hour was chosen as the slackest. A babble of suggestions filled the Parnass's parlour. Solomon

ether,' said Mendel. 'As it is written: "A

ered the Parnass. 'You might as well talk

liament,' said Mendel. 'We c

a torture. No, no, the only w

for us all!' interrupt

to destroy religion,'

riel had done that

nister. He has n

you go?' said S

tles. Besides, there wouldn't be me left to appeal to. The congregation must keep some trump up its sleeve. No, a mer

as all that. I'm in the same line, an

eleg mu

be the Sheliach Tzibbur!' (

his merits. 'The congregation

't leave m

e grown-up daughter

w them-I will

resident, tapping his snuffbox incongruously at the '

rter of an hour,' grumbled va

regational esteem. He returned without even h

gogue, gentlemen,' he said. 'It

only one left in c

rometer!'

y good to me,' ret

you buy it?' c

est article I cou

go to buy,' sa

takes you for a customer-he looks so dignified; he

ass. 'And then you come to

o I want with

when the chimney-pots are blowing do

-you'll make a profit

g them cheaper, as with his Sabbath

o his Sabbath profit, did

g miserably. 'I couldn't manage to wo

he table. 'I'll go-let him suspect my motive

plause. Several marine-dealers shot out their

tlemen,' he said impo

I

r. Samuels,' said

, sir. What can

know me? I am

in as the nose

rzinsky! I had the rolling-up of the Scro

cely notice people. But I am very glad to f

arometer,' said S

my last. But in the way of waterproofs,

dn't come for

oilsk

come to bu

h to sell me

is, I've come to beg of y

els. 'Oh, Lord, I ought to have recogn

. 'Me, Solomon Barzinsky, whose shop stood in Sudm

Simeon Samuels laughed mirthlessly. 'Well, you've come to

own account only,'

the Passover Cake Fund. My time is preciou

r money. I represen

e of office. Well, it's very good of you all, especially as I'm such a recent addition. But I r

arzinsky, leaping

one of you carries his handkerchief tied round his loins like my poor old fa

rchief round your waist!' cr

ver had a cold; it

hed Barzinsky's mouth agape. 'But you

dmitted Simeon Samuels blandly. 'Altogether, you w

fence with crude thwacks. 'Do you think a God-fearing

hop on Saturday? No, Mr. Barzinsky. Go back and tell those who sent you that Simeon Samuels scorns stipulations, and that when you offer to make

f his reference to the atheist of the Talmud, Barzinsky rushed o

I

in reserve, he still insisted. But perhaps, he admitted, Simeon Samu

ogue strode into the notorious shop on the Sab

han that gentleman's 'Good Sh

our shop,' said th

ll I pay you

nd all the honours for nothin

e a goodly su

ave e

ho was satisfied with his balance-sheet. Is it your ex

I mean we have five or six

undly inves

English Railwa

ed his beard. 'And so your whole congregatio

do you

-fires, keeps porters and signal-me

o d

Sabbath business-ay, and opening on the Day of Atonement itself? And it is you who have the audacity to complain of me! I, at least, do my own dirty work, not hide my

I

others of tactlessness, and shirk the exhibition of his own tact. He exhibited it m

ds the shop. He lingered without, waiting to be invited within. Thus all appearance of hi

the window, pas

of his web, issued from its centre, as the Parnass tur

n Samuels, addressing the back. 'Our waterproofs-

bout. I seem to have stumb

y for

. I never knew you had

e inside, and

ack home. And besides, as you s

even sell you one cheap. Come

catching the spider, the

hrough the web of conversation the spider wove round him. Simeon Samuels' conception of a marine-dealer's stock startled him

gland, home, and beauty, and will have neglected to buy foreign presents for his womenkind.

won't tell you

'If they stole my idea, they'd not be able to

a honeyed rascal,'

are especially fond of having brought back to them from India. And yet it's t

none,' said the Parnass, s

e been i

inspiration, 'and I brought back to my wif

dee

ack Jews, who, surrounded by all those mil

Then you've been ha

tes. And it was most touching, wherever I went, to find everywhe

days, of course,'

all! On th

ay changes with every move east or west. W

to cloud the pr

make black white

rking on Saturday I escape profaning my native Australian Sabbath, while you, who have been all round the world, and have either lost or ga

whether east or west. He tried to clear it by a pin

so you're the saint and I'm the

e, not for the lands of the Exile, where another day of rest rules. When you were in India you probably noted that the Mohammedans kee

eternal!' said the Parnas

his reward belongs to all the first five Commandments-not only to the Fifth-else an orphan would have no cha

at that rate in England you needn

if you haven't got a land, you can't keep its Sabbath. Perh

'It has nothing to do with countries. Before we got to

na on the Friday. Do you mean to say He

rospered well enough before you

regation away. I am glad of it. You do them mu

wa

him!-would have been scandalized to s

rden do

snuf

t dropped it. 'Th

y there is no great and no small. One who stands in such a high place in

ssary for me-I can

written in Jeremiah: "And the wild asses did stan

h you to know your place, sir.' He turned his b

snuff-box,' said Simeon Samuels

ncil a notice of motion stood upon the a

mmitted weekly by a member of the congregation, and calls upon him either to resign his seat,

an amendment that weekly be altered into 'twice a week,' si

was only one Sabbath a week, though it had two peri

n Samuels a loophole of escape. It was also, he said, the duty o

the President accepted the amendment, but produced a gre

style, and had even changed his name to John because Ja

ded almost jocose, he argued. 'Buy!

se amid excitement, and asked if

roughly. 'It's no matter how the reso

isted the stylist, '"Committed bi-week

s angrily. 'Those who are in fa

sneered the sty

poor Reverend-of-all-work-'you need not re

said the sty

t mention the member's name?' suddenly inquired E

e Sabbath-breaker,'

t to-morrow ther

w,' said the stylist. 'For t

'Mr. President, are we here

s-I am here for religion,' r

osed monkey, wh

gentlemen,' s

on Barzinsky excitedly. 'I did

that must apologize, you illiterate i

was that worthy's ruling. 'I

h the combatants

r!' from a d

ls' name must be put

fore-the resolution is carr

new him as well as I, if you had my barometer to read him by, you'd

ed it is a kind of Ch

. 'He will be frightened to th

a sudden death,' put i

ied among Jews,' wo

able. All felt that Simeon Samuels was cornered at las

V

jority, and he regrets that in a free country like England they should have imported the tyranny of the lands of persecution from which they came. Fortunately such procedure is illegal. By the act of Charles I. the Sabbath is defined as the Sunday, and as a British subject Mr. Samuels takes his stand upon the British Constitution. Mr. Samuels has done his best to compromise with the c

d Barzinsky fervently, when th

I don't believe in his Jerusalem gr

e,' said Barzinsky gloomily, 'a

long at this rate,'

aid the Gabbai impatiently

aughter, to the Gabbai

letter how right I was? The rascal threatens to drag us to the Christian Cour

,' murmured

s a dangerou

,' correcte

ared, but took

' said Straumann, encouraged. 'Bi

eamed. 'Will you throw that la

e of dignity. 'Let any ani

' said Ephraim Mendel in conciliatory tones. 'Th

n he offers his new subscription we re

'These formal resolutions "Buy! buy!" put his back up. We'll go to him

he Parnass mysteriously. 'He'll simply tr

d idea,' said Ephraim. 'There you have hit it!' said Solomon. Their simult

the Parnass, befo

up his stock, me and the other marine-de

t reasonably,

the Sabbath,' said the Parnass. 'Besides, divided

my barometer with th

Barzinsky, disregarding him. 'We could say to th

marine-dealers!' m

uy out the Sabbath-

you'd only thought of that sor

er!' said t

ittee to deal with the question. I'm sick of it. And surely we as a Synagogue

the synagogue decided to wash its hands of responsibility, and give over to a sub-committee of t

nd Peleg the pawnbroker were elected

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ad had to load themselves with chutney and other unheard-of and unsaleable stock. But they would get back their losses, it was felt, by the removal of his rival

n Samuels was seen to get into the London train. The demon that troubled their sanctity had been exorcise

' said Solomon Barzinsky to his wife, as h

h,' said Lazarus Levy, 'that we no lo

late, and those who hastened to confirm them stood

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ting of the Executive S

paper signed by him merely undertakes to shut up his

he town,' wailed Peleg, '

him,' said Mendel. 'We paid hi

rbed?' shrieked Barzinsky. 'His

There is such a thing as obtain

hing-stock of the heathen,' said Peleg

Solomon tartly. 'We've got to bear it. Yo

ed? What about

Ephraim Mendel. 'I'll have the

the cost, then,' said Peleg

member of the Sub-Committee you ca

'm to be dragged in

law is slow, and not even sure. The time has come for desperat

id the rest of t

I

olomon Barzinsky, Ephraim Mendel, and Peleg the pawnbroker were all rapt in equal piety, while the rest o

ass arrested Solomon Barzinsky's exit,

placidly. 'The Executive Sub-Com

bbath!' interrup

ney; there was nothing left but t

what

f his Sabbath profits depend on the marine-dealers closi

to stop a congregation

he same stuff, to make sure

s,' said Mendel, who, with Peleg,

imed the Parnass. 'And

,' urged Peleg. 'When h

n him. 'You are not even a ma

the rest of the Sub-Committee?' inqu

d the Parnass, forgetting even to take snu

ve the Committee full power to deal with

ine-dealers will open a

ky fervently. 'Two of us are e

efficacious. Oh, this is the destruction of

ur customers, and keep our accounts without pen or ink. We have invented a most ingenious system, which gives us far more

, your system will break down. No, n

in our motives

o explanation. This

're not speaking to a Schnorrer, mind you. My banking account is e

' said the Parna

than sitting playing solo on Sund

ls has been talki

Samuels' wisdom. I'm

marine-dealers hastened to associate themselves with the plan of campai

ue-spot left the other marine-stores still infected. The epidemic spread from them till it had overtaken half the shops of the congreg

d that while in so many other orthodox synagogues the poor minister preaches on the Sabbath to empty benches, the Sudminster congregation still remains at the happy point of compromise acutely disc

RED

ED MA

tion of the reporters, though in the world of the Board-schools it is a vivid memory. But even the teachers and the comm

instead of inside them, we must go back a little and ex

ad always been spelt 'Bloomah' in the school register, for even Board

ad-faced child, and even in her tenth year showed deep, dark circles round her eyes.

these qualities in her youngest born, who se

ty first, your parents next, and school last. Now it's all

at nine o'clock to the stroke. A moment after nine, and only the black mark was attainable. Twenty to ten, and the duck's egg

t on the school horizon, intensifying Blo

tein iterated; 'no prize, no medal-

tself in Mrs. Beckenstein's young days, nor even in th

ere's been Benjy Beckenstein, there's been Ada Beckenstein, there's been Becky Beckenstein, God bless their hearts! and they all

es of Russian, Polish, and Roumanian Jews flying from persecution, who were sweeping away the good old English families, o

tuality. It might be said metaphorically to be made

on the classroom wall, amid the dull, drab maps-a glorious sight with its oaken frame and its rich-coloured design in silk. Life moved to

alas! some mischance would occur to one or other, and it passed, in its purple and gold, to some strenuous and luckier class in an

owflake compared with the black frown on all those childish foreheads. As for the absent

ophy, and that was largely through a yel

ep with the black marks. Perhaps those great rings round her eyes were the black

for if Bloomah's desk was vacant, it was only because Bloomah w

kshop second, and school nowhere,' Blo

washing and sweeping; in the shop above, whenever a hand fell sick or work fel

e portress of goods to and from S. Cohn's Emporium in Holloway, a

ded for that course. 'My things are much too valuable to be locked up.

ntly-Bloomah would be summoned in hot haste to the new scene of

r Mo

Send B

ri

messages were mo

r Mo

is gone. Send Blooma

ec

e post-card wen

r Be

back B

oving m

he had to keep an eye on his street sports and comrades, for since he had shocked his parents

, he had attended the evening classes of the Meshummodim, those converted Jews who try to

from the lions' den, and must be the object of their vengeful purs

ome lessons by night. She did not murmur against her mother, though she often pleaded. She recognised t

ing over her school books, and in the morning it was a fierce rush to get through her share of the housework in time for t

served by her mother was a terrible hindrance; and if that good woman's head was turned, Bloomah would sneak towards the improvised sink-which consisted of two dirty buckets, t

and ran through rain, or snow, or fog, or scorching sunshine! Yet often she lost her breath without gaining her mark, an

all her unpunctuality, she kept a high position in the

nd self-sufficient, and it looked as if the Banner might once again adorn

f the previous week, returned on the Thursday, explaining that her parents had decided

, don't

he peremptory comman

be reckoned one of absence. And they were right. Sarah red

ay was reached before their hopes were dashed. This time the break-down was even cru

's mother, who, ignoring the teacher, and pointi

eckenstein

s of humiliation and distress dripped down her cheeks over the dark rings. If she were thus haul

ed the teacher sharply, and the girls sat up rig

do you want me to pull

't come here like that!' said the t

ddin' last night, and comin' home at four in the mornin', and pourin' cats and dogs. If you go to our house, please, teacher, you'll see my Benjy in bed; he's given up his day's work; he must have his

not dishonour their children. With hanging head she moved to the

eeks with the limb cased in plaster-of-Paris. That finished the chances of the Banner for a lo

lack ciphers; they stretched on and on to infinity-in vain did she turn page after page in the hope of a red mark; the little black eggs became larger and larger, till at last

School Board officer hovered and b

scowl of the room was changed to a sigh of relief; extremes meet, and

t. But the other classes were no less keen; a fifth standard, in particular, kept the Banner fo

and black marks, medals and prizes, all was luck and lottery. The pride of the fifth standard was laid low; one of its girls was attacked, two others were kept at home through parenta

to began to talk of special p

orning with all hands on deck, so to speak; they sailed round Tuesday and Wednesday without a black mark in the school-log. The Thu

lier. School did not break up between the two attendances; there was a mere dinner-interval in the p

wondering anxiously if any of her classmates would oversleep herself, yet at heart confident that all were as eager as she. Still t

s heart was in her mouth when Mrs. Beckenstein clucked her tongue in reading it.

nded her the

r Mo

euraljia. Send Bloo

ec

ite; this was sca

said her hee

after school,'

your own sister eat hot fish. Be off at once to her, you unnatural brat, or I'll bang the frying-pan about your head. That'll giv

l "neuralgia,"' said

enough to feel it. Wait till you have babies and neu

"racked" either

heringly. 'She didn't go to

nly picked up

. Beckenstein wrested it away from her, and dashed it on th

school for the aft

Have you no feelings? Don't let me se

y street in which the red-brick school-building rose in dreary importance. The sight of the great iron gate and

ied fish in lieu of cold, but Becky's Sabbath altogether devoid o

Visions and odours of her mother frying plaice and soles-at worst, cod or mackerel-were inwoven with he

k, hurrying as if to esca

Where are

te. Bloomah took to her heels, her

ey, stood cooling on the great blue willow-pattern dish, and Becky'

lowed to scamper off to school in the desper

its aspect struck her. People stood at the doors gossiping and excited, as though no Sabbath pots were a-cooking; straggling groups possessed the roadway

against her, and for the first time allowing herself time to speculate on what was up. A

as she could tell by the pious wigs hiding their tresses. Those in the front were presse

ght-as became a scion of an old English family-

murde

me my

ur daughters as Pharao

hildren, and I'll

than the Russian

, how shall I liv

al-were clamouring equally, shouting, weeping, trying to get to their mot

ied, 'the red marks

rain. Evidently the School Board had su

lump golden-haired girl.

under her black wig, wrung her hands. 'I hear her talk-always, always about

ght,' said Bloomah testily. '

, vaccinate!' she repeated. Then, relapsing into jargon and

in search of a wigless wom

r that the doctors mean

this!' She flourished a handbill, Eng

nglish version, no

otting to inject filthy vaccine into their innocent veins. Keep

ng might happen-believed they had fallen from the frying-pan into the fire; if the rumour that executioners with instruments

head-shawled woman fainted,

y, and I'm all right,' murmured

nd another pupil flew fra

dull roar of rage, and hurled the

ss appeared, shouting alternately at the children and the parents; but she w

id-childles

men were battling with the besiegers, trying to push themselves between them and the ga

oomah pleaded. 'They think thei

't they stop in their own country? I've just been vaccinated m

red marks, and tha

policeman! It would destroy all th

Mine are old and not very showy, but perhaps they'll d

ed her on his burly shoulder. The apparent arre

Yiddish. 'Your children are safe. Ich bin vaccinated. Look!' She rolled up

ie!' The polic

ales, yes, even the Teachers themselves. There are no devils inside there. This

e Law of Moses,' reto

oses!' echoed th

aw of Moses! Pooh! Don't you know

indeed, the handbill was written by apost

And then, veering round towards the children behind the bars: 'Shut up, you squalling sillies!' she cr

omen, assisted by husbands hastily summoned from stall and barrow, who were battering at a side gate. And at this very

dows, and Bloomah was hastily set down in the seething throng and carried with it in t

The law could not prevent mothers and fathers from snatching their offspring to their bosoms and making off overjoyed. The children who had

ed to cancel the attendance for the day. Red marks, black marks-all fell into equality; the very

er desk, happiest of a radiant siste

RER OF

ER OF BU

ughter of twenty-three, almost past the marrying age, any wedding would be a profitable transaction. But when a husband actually presented himself, all the old dealer's cri

ies as bookkeeper of S. Cohn's Clothing Emporium prevented him from going to the race

se young men with check suits and flowers in their buttonholes bet and gamble and go

back on thee,' Fan

appearance of the venerable grandmother she was now to become, save that her hair, being only a pious wig, remained rigidly young and black. Life had always gone hard with her. Since her husband's death, when Fanny was a child, she had s

ver and copper from a grimy leather bag she wore hidden in her bosom; then, cramming the goods hastily into the maw of her sack, she would stagger joyously away. The men's garments she would modestly sell to a second-hand shop, but the women's she cleaned and turned and transmogrif

ar of forced intercourse with English folk after her husband's death she learn

r mistrust of her son-in-law made her prefer the humble Ghetto garret. Against all reasoning, she continued to feel something antipathetic in Henry's clothes and even in his occupation-perhaps it was really the subconscious antagonism of the old clo' and the new, subtly symbolic of the old generation and the smart new world springing up to tread it down. Henry himself was secretly pleased at her refusal. In the first ardours of courtship he had conse

thing Emporium enabled Henry to come home for lunch. But, alas! Fanny was not allowed many years of enjoyment of these grandeurs and comforts. The one-roomed grave took her, leaving the four-roomed house incredibly large and empty. Even Natalya's Ghetto garret, which Fanny had not shared for seven years, seemed cold and vacant to the poor mother. A new loneliness fe

ering distrust of Henry Elkman

nd married-villainy upon villainy, horror upon horror-to a Christian girl, a heathen abomination. Natalya was wrestling with her over-full sack when she got the news fr

d from admiration of British ways into entire abandonment of Jewish. She was spared, too, the knowledge that latterly her own Fanny had slid with him into the facile paths of impiety; that they had ridden for a breath of country air on Sabbath afternoons. They had been considerate enough to hide t

esh and his flesh from his bones! May my Fanny's outraged soul plead against him at the Judgment Bar! And she-this heathe

gossip, revolted; 'and what would

athen in the house. All their Judaism will become corr

es. At the best there would be no kosher food in the house any more. How could this stran

miliar door. It was lunch-time, and unfamiliar culinary smells seemed wafted along the passage. Her morbid imagination scented ba

h blue eyes and fresh-colo

atalya's eyes, so tha

she said m

seemed smeared with seductive paint. In the background glistened the dual crockery of the erst pious kitchen which the new-comer profaned. And between Natalya

man at home

said the young woma

eal.' The old woman's sardonic

is nothing this

a pair of

N

's--? Are you, then

the crone's eyes blazed so weirdly, that

!' she

from the living-room, but c

want here?'

shoes!' s

his wife's

ity,' he gestured back. And he put her inside th

d poppet,' hissed his m

She's just as natural as a rosy apple. She's

think it's new. But I know what it's come from-a battered thing that has rolled in the gutter.

se you; but, after all, it's

my Fanny, and she slaved for

er children that

stian for the sake of Fanny's

Poland now,'

n Israel. My Fanny has been taken for

off cursing, I sha

-instead of your shame. Let

come here and frighten Madge-my wife.

ll of us! I have the right to

ave no

he children. My bloo

t. The children a

phetess, while the other supported her bag over her shoulder. 'The children

opose?' he said, wi

u go your own godless way, free of burdens-you and your Christian popp

ly. 'You have been drinki

f affliction. Giv

with you. They love

ood warm in their veins, with the memory of t

t you come, Madge, darling. It's all right. The

ths greasy, but the rest of their persons unfamiliarly speckless and tidy. They stood sti

her sweetest but harsh tones

advanced courageously and surrend

ranny?' she sai

not replying. 'My heart and

ld Joseph stood dubiously,

ell him I want you and him

us shoulders. 'He may. I wo

her. 'Do you want to stay here

. 'She's dea

atches over you. Come, Joseph,

literally carried away therein, set up a terrific howl. Thereupon the pretty young woman emerged h

mamma,'

e old woman with a

ung. The word summed up all the blasphemous foreignness of the new domesticity. 'Mamma' was redolent of cold Christian houses in whose doorways the old clo'-woman sometimes

n't forget me,' Natalya hissed. 'I'll

alf pushing her outside: 'Certa

n price-ah, I see them co

and Henry clasped his wife tremblingly to his bosom

lo'-woman was known to the children, as to

I

ic mask, the dainty figure lay in statuesque severity, and a screaming, bald-headed atom of human

, except that one was the omission of the wife to throw into the fire the lump of dough from the Sabbath bread. But these neglects cou

ore the news penetra

d with solemn satisfaction. 'No

r the dead woman's old clo'. She was simply content-an unrighteous universe had been set straight again like a

r evil eye!' cried Henry as h

n by a chaos of emotions. So

decencies of adequate delay. And this wife was a Jewess, as of yore. Henry had reverted matrimonially to the fold. Was it conscience, was it terror? Nobody knew. But everybody knew that the third Mrs. Elkman was a bouncing beauty o

And the memory of Fanny was still outraged by this burying of her, so to speak, under layers of successive wives. On the other hand, the children would revert to Judaism, and they would have a Jewish mother, not a mamma, to care for them and to love them. The thought conso

o her-was picked up by Natalya on her rounds. Henry's third wife was, it transpired, a melancholy failure. Her temper was frig

atalya, horrified. Her brain began plotting

e. The wicked wife and the innocent brats had the four-roomed home to themselves. The Clothing Emporium knew him no more. Some whispered suicide, others America. Benjam

and passing over the other angel. And she embroidered the theme. How indeed could a man who had known the

hat the saying implied fl

d blackguard like that would do-leave the children at the mercy of th

ured her. 'He gave her good money, you know, fifty pounds and the bedding. A

said the old woman, sh

went to spy out the land, she would now have to face the virago in possession. But no! on second thoughts it was this other woman whom Henry's flight had

e tramping, a little more mending, and a little less gorging and gormandising! They would be at school during the day, so would not interfere with her rounds, and in the evening she could have them with her as she sat refurbishing the purchases of the

to keep the little ones by her and revenge upon them their father's desertion, or hold them hostages for his return? Why, then, Natalya would use cunning-ay, and force, too-she w

g off the children at the same time! The house was actually on her homeward route. The economy of it tickled her, made her overestimate the chances of capture. As she packed the motley, far-spreading heap into the symmetry of her

f the old Jewish crone, but would read their papers in contemptuous indifference. But gradually, as they remained idly on the rank, the endless stream of persuasion would begin to percolate, and at last one would relent, half out of pity, and would end by bearing the sack gratuitously on his shoulder from the

cumbrous sack was hoisted into the cab. Natalya sprang in beside it, and

developed in body as in mind. There was something unintentionally insolent in her precocity, in her habitual treatment of adults as equa

mamma.' Tears ran down the old woman's cheeks

wail came from within

r, my poor angel?' Nataly

r face became a woman's again. 'One o'clock t

mstance was favouring her project. 'A Jewish woman! Yo

ky. 'We have nice scenes, I can tell you. The only conso

ail rang out m

lated, but she moved mechanically wit

s and untidiness. To Natalya everything looked and smelt like the things in he

cupied brain. Its pipings had been like an unheeded wail of wind round some centre of tragic experience.

nd perpetuation of that brief but shameful episode. 'Grow dumb like your mother,' she murmured resentfully. What a

little Joseph?'

somewhere in

ught to be weeping like this child

you want

out of this misery. You'd like to

hing's bette

t her to her

quick, quick, before the pu

nd fatigue. The baby in the cradle beside her howled more vigorously, an

ittle bab

r shall b

hall bring t

on thy lit

dle-song full of inappropriate phrases. She withdrew her foot as though the rocker had grown suddenly red-hot. The yells broke ou

readjusting it. The baby opened its eyes and shot a smile at her, a wonderful, trustful smile from great blue eyes. Natalya trembled; those were

. She might as well have been a Christian.' Then a remembrance that the Christian woman had seemingly been an unimpeachable step-mother confuse

's eagerness. Probably he felt the domestic position less. But he surrendered himself to

y,' Becky broke in petul

releasing the boy, Natalya partly un

ically. 'She neglects even to see to that. Ah, it wil

e said sullenly, reminded of past in

id Becky. 'You are go

b?' he crie

nd you will never

contemptuously. 'She hasn't ev

take our thin

't have any excuse for taking you back. I'll

ittle

ther will look after that. She

b, where, with the sack and herself,

ain for extras inside

id Natalya, with confused legal recol

nder if we'll pass Mrs. Elkman,' she said, amused. Joseph

he did it a mischief? At the best the besotted creature would not take cordially to the task of bringing it up. It was no child of hers-had not even the appeal of pure Jewish blood. And there it lay, smiling, with its beautiful blue eyes. It had smiled trustfully on herself, not knowing she was to leave it t

window. 'Turn back! Turn bac

D'ye think you've t

e extra. D

ent horse got a stinging flip o

grandmother?' said Becky.

a looked round nervously, sprang ou

d the inaccessible baby too

said Becky. 'Jus

, but sleeping peacefully. Natalya snatched it up frenzie

ried Becky. 'But

a silencing bang, and the veh

ep-mother's family made no effort to regain them, and, indeed, the woman herself shortly went the

grandchildren, who began to grumble on the first night at the poverty and pokiness of the garret, and were thenceforward never without a lament for the good old times. They had, indeed, been thoroughly spoilt by the father and the irregular ménage. Th

to be the love of little Daisy, who grew

y did seemed to her perfect. For instant obedience a

told the grandmother that in her momentar

tell tales,' Nataly

ey's hair,' Daisy corr

ces, Natalya was too old to give up. This was not the only subject of dispute between Becky and the grandmother, whom she roundly accused of favouritism of Daisy, and she had not reached fifteen when, with an

ard, Joseph joined her. And thus, by the unforeseen turns of Fortune's whee

alya took an absorbing interest in these nursery tales, heard for the first time in her second childhood. 'Jack the Giant-killer,' 'Aladdin,' 'Cinderella,' they were all delightful novelties. The favourite story of both was 'Little Red Riding-Hood,' with its refrain of 'Grandmother, what lar

sk announced the advent of the holy day, and they shed their pious illumination on her dish of fish and the ritually-twisted loaves. And after supper Natalya would sing the Hebrew grace at much leisurely length and with great unction. Then she would tell stories of her youth in Poland

n of Becky and Joseph, a secret fear entered her heart. Would she be taken away before Daisy became self-supporting? Nay, would she even be able to endure the burden till the end? What made things w

roning class-room. Daisy was to go, was to have a fortnight with a cottager in Kent; but towards the expenses the child's parent or guardian was expected to contribute four shillings. Daisy might have gone free had she pleaded absolute poverty, but that would have meant investigation. From such humiliation Natalya shrank. She shrank even more fr

ves, Natalya raised the four shillings, and the unconscious Daisy glided off in the happy,

t decay and collapse seemed removed. But the next day a joyous postcard came from Daisy, which the greengrocer

lady, very kind and rich, who took her for drives in a chaise, and asked her many questions. This o

ght Natalya, for the task of going down and up the stairs to get this l

sisted, despite all advice and warning, in being up and dressed. She sent everybody away, and lay on her bed till she heard Daisy's footsteps, then she started to her feet, and drew herself up in pretentious good health. But the sound of

eyes you've got!' And Daisy

repartee w

reproachfully, and began dusting a chair for

you for all you have d

?' Natalya fell

certain. Daisy was even called after me. I a

ght as years of bending

to take her from

s seemed to her the sign of

e.' She bowed her silver head till her form seemed as bent as Natalya's. 'What can I do to repair-to atone? Will you

. 'I am a Jewess. I co

old her, grandmother,

main with you at my exp

the country so--

aisy laid her ruddied cheek to the with

er," not me,' said the ol

d her mother dead

and rocked to and fro, holding Daisy

her flamed and blazed with her ancie

epeated in a strange, crooning voice. Gradually a vacant look crept over her face, and sh

ll!' Dais

ly her obstinacy in leaving her bed. Natalya lived till near noon of the next day, and Daisy

spread a white tablecloth on the old wooden table, placed the copper candlesticks upon it, drew it t

er dried-up lips mumbled the Hebrew prayer, welcomin

randmother, 'say th

are heavy laden,"' sobbed the child o

LUFT

UFTME

ooding blackly over his dead illusions, when the postman brought him a

. But he turned over the page to see the name of the Orientally effusive scribe. It was 'Nehemiah Silvermann, Dentist and Restaurateur.' His laughter changed to a more genial note; his sense of humour

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means and dental practice, and my restaurant is impeded with lack of a few frivolous pounds. I do not know really what to do in my actual very disgraceful mischief. I heard the people saying Your propitious magnanimous beneficent charities are everywhere exceedingly well renowned and consider

nt servant r

ah Silv

and Resta

; he saw his imagined statue showering adjectives from its cornucopia. 'It is the

circumstances and sorrows. Had he applied to the Russo-Jewish Fund, which existed to help suc

c inexhaustible debater in the small back room, and the voluble little man

ion descended upon the studio fr

e Minor

and Angelical Mr.

restaurant, then I were rescued. I do not earn anything, and I must despond at last, I perish here, in Russia I was ruined, please to aid me in Your merciful humanity by something, if I had ￡15 I could start off from here to go somewhere to look for my daily bread, and if I had ￡30 so I shall go to Jerusalem because I am convinced by my bitter and sour troubles and shocking tribulations here is nothing to do any more for me. I have not been in the Russo-Jewish fund and do not know it

nt Servant r

ah Silv

and Resta

unds would be a very present help; he could continue his London career. With fifteen pounds he was ready to start off anywhither. With thirty pounds he would end all his troubles in Jerusalem. Such nebulousness appeared to necessitate a personal visit, and the next day, finding himself in bad form, Barstein angrily bashed in a clay visage, clapped on his hat, and repaired t

Barstein. 'I

the landlady severely. 'He h

it. But Mr. Silvermann was not at home, the small, faded, bewigged creature told him apologetically. Barstein looked curiously round the room, half expecting indications of dentistry or dining. But he saw only a minimum of broken-down furniture, bottomless cane chairs, a wooden table and a cracked mirror, a hanging shelf heaped with ragged books,

k of the restaur

I not enough cooking to do for my own family? An

murmured Barstein, a

ar he heard smacks, loud whispers and whimperings. Then the poor woman reappeared, bearing what seemed a scrubbing-board. She placed it over one of the c

tistry?' Barstein inquired, seating

, he comes in.' At this moment, to Barst

erated by a rusty top-hat of the tallest possible chimneypot, and a threadbare frockcoat of the longest possible tails. At his advent his wife, vastly relieved, shepherded her

brutally: 'Where do

ally. 'Let me look on you!' And a more pas

d, replied sternly: 'Where

s rapt brain, but at last he replied pathetically: 'And where shall I

as his fount of inspiration. Without it Niagara was reduced to a trickle. He

live here for ten years

miah rejoined eagerly. 'Never once

you done?' in

reproach came int

the Almighty ha

lose one's character as a holy angel. 'But

is h

Barstein, stari

ds of Greeners lodging all around-poor young men with only a bed or a corner of a room to

r restaurant i

unsel that I ha

nd tablecloths? Can you afford to buy th

sed his hand

en! With a fam

miah's outspread hands-they might well have wielded the forceps. 'Yes, I dare say that is what will happ

in Sicily which consisted entirely of one upper room.

When I have read them these likewise are a waste. Therefore have I given myself a counsel, if I would make here a reading-room they should come in the evenings, many young men who have only a bed or a room-corner to go to, and when once they have learnt to come here it will then be easy to make them to eat and drink. First I will

hundred pounds,' interr

ll afford that,' said Nehemiah rea

ur idea of building up from small foundations is most sensible-some of the young men ma

. It is enough for me that your holy feet have stood in my homestead. I thought you might send mone

you will need a larger table

all hat. 'It is only gas th

onished. 'Then you propose to

emiah. 'Unless there shall be a cheerful shining here the

ts only a penny-

cost of the burners.' He calculated that four pounds would convert the room into

fter all Nehemiah had sustained his surprise visit fairly well-he was obviously no Cr?sus-and if

ch-chain. It contained only three pounds ten. He rummag

ven't quite got

ully, and as he lifted his long coat-tails to trouser-

forgotten the episode, he received another lette

al Illustrious Authority and Universal Cele

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ar

n my total ruination by the cruel cynical Russia, therein is every day a daily tyrannous massacre and assassinate, here is nothing to do any more for me previously, I shall rather go to Bursia than to Russia. I received from Your dear kind amiable amicable goodness recently ￡4 the same was for me a momental recreateing aid in my actual very indigent paltry miserable calamitous situation wherein I gain now nothing and I only

nt Servant r

ah Silv

Professor o

not a restaurant. Anyhow the dictionary was in distre

Silvermann and her overflowing progeny do in Persia? Nehemiah's original suggestion of Jerusalem had been much more intelligible. Perhaps it persist

sity of finding time to journey to the Minories. But he had an absorbing piece of work, and

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in another country even Bursia to get my livelihood by my dental practice or by my other scientifick and philological knowledge. The great competition is here in anything very vigorous. I have here no dental employment, no dental practice, no relations, no relief, no gain, no earning, no introduction, no protection, no recommendation, no money, no good friends, no good connecting acquaintance, in Russia I am ruined and I perish here, I am already desperate and despond entirely. I do not know what to do and

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ah Silv

Professor o

his studio, Barstein summoned a

I

eless chair, reading a newspaper by the twinkle of a rushlight. Nehemiah sprang up with a bark of joy, making his gigantic shadow

k his own coat-tail f

he gas?' he

ompany remov

e gas-b

e to eat?' said

t a fragment of gaspipe certainly came through it. He could not

men would not

they read, and they ate.

ve made it a r

and astonishment crossed hi

r-in-Israel? Where had those

reputation imperilled. He hast

want to go to

to go to Bursia?

Barstein showed

than to Russia. Always Sir Asher Aaronsb

arstein grimly. 'B

ccah was drawing a map thereof; she won a prize of five pounds

lmighty did send

h fervently. 'Otherwise, burdened down

rden,' Barstein could

miah had caught sight of feet of cl

th,"' Nehemiah quoted in Hebrew. 'Is not th

rkey,' said the sculptor evasivel

there to work for Palestine. Are not many of the Sultan's own

estial figure he cut in Nehemiah's mental mirror. Yet he could not suspect the man of a glozing tongue, for of the leaders of Zionism Nehemiah spoke with, if possible, greater veneration, with an awe trembling on te

nfluential contact with Ottoman officials, and that the real question at issue was, how Nehemiah, h

us in Turkey as well as in England?' he asked. 'Yes, ev

r the blue, never had he lost his radiant outlook. His very pessimism was merely optimism in disguise, since it was only a personal pessimism to be remedied by 'a few frivolous pounds,' by a new crumb from the hand of Providence, not that impersonal despair of the scheme of things which gave the thinker such black moments. How had Nehemiah lived during those first ten years in England? Who should say? But he had had the wild daring to uproot himself from his childhood's home and adventure himself upon an unknown shore, a

hat airy courage in his mundane affairs, what invincible resilience! He had once been a dentist, and he still considered himself one. Before he owned a tablecloth he deemed himself the proprietor of a restaurant. He enjoyed alike the pleasures of anticipation and of memo

. 'Thirteen people cannot possibly get there for fifteen pounds or even tw

y man raised his eyes to heaven, and uttered a Hebrew voluntary in which references to th

iently till the pio

ss do you think

to the angel?' asked Nehe

ind something in which your children c

lome!' he cried. The di

s Moshelé?

ember he was twelv

n). What will it be? Where is my Chumash (Pentateuch)?' Mrs. Silvermann drew it down from the row of ragged boo

wife. 'What business do you thin

ntist?' she inq

to the busy pe

ke to be a de

w shall I f

up by the front door, especially if you take an extra room. I will buy you the instruments, furnish the room attr

id I not say he was a genteel a

with Rozenoffski, the Russo-Jewish pianist, and Schneemann

tly. So when the man appeared, he seized with avidity upon the envelope in his hand. But the scrawling superscripti

' his friends protest

ine, he felt out of sympathy with the gaunt godly Nehemiah, who had doubtless lapsed again into his tr

iful?' quizze

ate mood was broken up. Nehemiah as a

ead the lett

, no, that would be ungentlemanly-y

eruption of adjectives from 'the dictionary in distress.' Rozenoffski and Schneemann rolled in similar spasms of mirth, and the Italians at the n

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e Angelical Mr.

mployment, and then the competition is here very violent. I was ruined by Russia, and I have nothing for the celebration of our Jewish new year. Consequentially upon your merciful archangelical donative I was able to make my livelihood by my dental practice even very difficult, but still I had my vital subsistence by it till up now, but not further for the l

nt servant r

ah Silv

Professor o

s finished, Schneemann'

nah so near

y tried to work out the date of the Jewish New Year, that

other with rueful humour. Why, the Ghetto could not even realize such indiffere

ss. 'Here's a happy new

men clinke

rew out a hun

the poor dev

arity delivers from death!" Well, I must be saved

if an old superstitious thrill lay behind Schnee

nce,' he said, as he gathered up the New Year gifts. 'Again will he declare that

t he?' laugh

said Rozenoffski m

UG OF

G OF L

of the machinists, the Ghetto blessed the match, always excepting Sugarman the Shadchan (whom lo

r a rich man's wife,' insisted Gold

Fanny is rich,

get a bride,"' quoted

age-broker, he remonstrat

a negotiated marria

so have arranged for you,'

hand with an engagement-ring, a month's wages had not seemed disproportionate, and Fanny flashed the diamond bewitchingly. It lit up t

man's hand-in fact, it was a man's hand. Elias espied it groping for Fanny's in the dim space between the two machines. As Fanny's fingers fluttered towards it, her other hand still guid

ves were right. He snapped the sci

st thou?' he ga

med; her guilty

st on the other si

rted incr

of the engagement he flew to Elias, his

ble article. However, Heaven has given you a second helping. A well-built

ok upon a woman aga

of Tabernacles. The Almighty, blessed be He, who created both light and darkness, has made obedie

t return me my rin

'Then she considers herse

She laughs

iven you back

e-yes. The

what g

I gave i

if we had followed our old custom, and the ma

rably, 'she flashes it in my eyes. Ev

ld summ

e more. Is it not tru

ult. No maiden had ever refused to return his client's

!' he cried sternly. 'Next time

fford a new ring? Fanny was ruinous in cups of

fee down!' said

shoulders. 'If you

owever, as you are a customer--' and crying 'Five per cent. on the greengroce

oughed his way up the dark staircase to their room. His attir

d. 'I have come on beha

er misconception, wilful or not, scattered all Sugarman's prepared dip

mockingly on it. Then she turned away giggling. 'But look at this

yes back. She stared at the sheepish

Sugarman, pursuing this advantage. 'A good old English family; Benjami

e flicked the photograph floorwa

t-ring?' pleaded Sugarman, s

an, a new ring!' And F

a jewellery shop?' the baffled Sha

to Elias, br

querie

nd Sugarman shook them aw

she wo

re to escape from that daughter of Sa

e matches. I ris

ou one on the

mai

ongue! A ring

e head. 'No. I must ha

ry her to get it back. Stay! Why s

ace! Heaven has

an. 'A maiden who sticks to a ring like that i

ffed monkeys,"' said Elias grimly.

elf a counsel.' And Sugarman looked a consc

ow

the next disposal o

yes. G

teal loving glances all day long when s

won't be

When she catches y

ush at will,' E

l, look foolish. That w

hall I loo

you are in love w

ook foolish

g follow her, and as she passes the cake-shop, sigh and ask her if she w

she w

She is sti

onkeys,' said E

you,

uite easily. 'H

r man, and she slamme

ed--' Elias st

t stake), you must walk on by her side, and when you come to a dark corner, take her hand and say "My treasure" or "My angel," or whatever nonsense you modern young men b

iration. 'You are as craf

ains,' replied Sugarman modestly. '

s followed the sc

whenever his sheep's-eyes met Fanny's. He was so surprised to

mon up courage for the final feint. He would get a good

d chocolate cups, and smil

t Elias hotly. 'She will make

th, biting recklessly into the cake, made him itch to slap her rosy cheek. Confectionery palled at last, and

and thither he peered-nobody was about. But-was he on the right side of her? 'The right is the left,' he told himself, trying to smile, but his pulses thumped, and in the tumult of

ous thrill pierced every vein. Fool that he had been to doubt that dear hand! And i

angel!' he murm

DDISH

DISH 'H

d arrived in New York only that very March, and already a crowd of votaries hung upon his lips and paid for all that entered them. Again had the saying been verified that a prophet is nowhere without honour save in his own country. The play that had vainly plucked at the stage-doors of

evening imbibing chocolate. 'It will be translated into every tongue.' He had passed with a characteristic bound from satis

y, the socialist leader, who found himself almost desert

r in Israel,"' contemptuously repl

ds, a politician with a delusion that he swayed Presidential elections by his prest

e, if dingy, face flushing spiritedly. 'You call

gh, and Benjami

and for everyt

nius had picked up the local slang. 'But as our pious lunatics think there are many meanings in every letter of the Torah,' went on the plea

a low-down barnstormer like Shak

eriously, and with unexpected modesty. 'I discovered it for myself in writing thi

itberg, the young violinist, who was never sure whe

me to make the Yiddish translation, as one great poet translating another-and some of those almond-cakes, Witberg! Well, I started on the job, and then of course the discovery was inevitable. The play, which I had not read si

murmured a

affect a modern audience which

souls of these refugees from the old Ghettos like a trumpet; unbelief, if only in ghosts, was oxygen to the prisoners of a traditio

host vanished-Hamlet's tragedy remained only the internal i

tion pricked

ity, you mean,' c

uch, 'has no value till it

large ranching and mining interests out West, and, with his florid

t disrespectfully. 'Acts are only

much use thinking about pl

ay them or not-and independently of your false notes. But you performers are all alike-I have no doubt the leading ma

sneered Ostrovs

ed him in fire and bore him in agony; since-even the cream of this tart is sour-since I carr

Heathen Journalist, who haunted the East Sid

have laid him. He cannot walk on the modern stage." Eselmann tore his hair. "But it is for the Ghost I had him translated. Our Yiddish audiences love a ghost

bitz, who in Poland had been a Badchan (mar

the donkey-men! But I am glad Eselmann gave me my "Hamlet" back, for before giving it to Goldwater I made it even more subtle. No vulgar nonsense of fencing and pois

igestion,' laughed the ex-Badchan; 'you'd b

ughter. 'Strikes me, Pin-cuss, you're givin

down his throat in great ugly mouthfuls; 'that is how he is usually played. In my version

Hebrew?' cried Mieses

ng to the nation of thinkers,' said Pinchas. 'I

e Heathen Journalist, producing his notebook,

y, therefore, should I not treat Shakespeare as it suits me. The cat eats the rat, and the dog bites the cat.' He laughed his sniggering laugh. 'If

not sustain the comparison,' said B

dedness of Shakespeare's ideas-which, incidentally, is the cause of the muddle of Hamlet's character-has given way to the clear vi

m the remotest corners eyes strayed and ears were pricked up. Pinchas was indeed a figure of mark, with somebody else's frock-coat on his

?' said Grunbitz. 'You don't expect truth f

nking never grows old. I shall die young, like all whom th

ut I don't c

u will pain Witberg,'

ink of the eternal dollar; while here, serenely smoking and sipping, ruffled only by the breezes of argument, leisurely as the philosophers in the colonnades of Athens, the talkers of the Ghetto, earnest as their forefathers before the great folios of the Talmud, made an Or

timidly exhibited his new verses. Pinchas read the

' He indicated with flawless taste the good lines, not knowing they were one and all unconscious reproductions from the English masterpieces Mieses had borrowed from the library in the

a play one day,' he said. '

estined to wear my mantle

untarily at the ill

lk to the manager about rehearsals. One must superintend the actors one's self-t

t prolific of Ghetto dramatists, his big, furrowed forehea

water plays "Ha

ussed it yet,' sa

ll pull through-so long as Mrs.

eam of such a thing. She is a saucy s

. I have w

s really a danger!' Pinc

and wives, unfortunately, live and play

I let her play my "Ophelia,

lders and dropped into Amer

air. 'But I'll manage her. If the worst

e seedy poet and the piquant actress in her frills and furbelows set the whole café rocking with laughter. Pin

play coming on?'

his frock-coat against the outer cold. If only to ous

er given you

has proudly. 'Parchments are for Phili

ouldn't slip out of. I've never yet met the playwright that the manager couldn't dodge.' Radsikoff, indeed, divided his time between devising plays and devising

aid Pinchas. 'I am thinking that if I had one of these aroma

sphemy, for the Sabbath, with its pri

ed the playwright, pushing forward his

u see my play-you must all come-I will send you all boxes. Then you will learn tha

ough was, like nearly all the side streets of the great city, an abomination of desolation, a tempestuous sea of frozen, dirty snow, impassable by all save pedestrians, and scarcely by them. Pinchas was glad of his cane; an alpenstock would not have been superfluous. But the theatre with its brilliantly-lighted lobby and flamboyant posters restored his spiri

t him in a b

room,' sai

s head. 'I am the a

here was the author himself! All the instinctive snobbery of the Ghetto toward the grand world was excited. And yet this seedy

man in a comfortable fauteuil had been asked to acc

llar-what fo

the author

is as go

doesn'

ve my good seat

side came expostulations in Yiddish and American. This was a free republic; the author of '

nstructed for publicity, not privacy, but the other dozen occupants bulked between him and the house.

Russian tyrant. But comedy and fantasy alike were subordinated to horror and tragedy: these refugees from the brutality of Russia and Rumania, these inheritors of the wailing melodies of a persecuted synagogue, craved morbidly for gruesomeness and gore. The 'happy endings' of Broadway would have spelled bankruptcy here. Players and audience made a large family party-the unfailing result of a stable stock company with the parts always cast in the same mould. And it was almost an impromptu performance. Pinchas, from his proximity to the stage, could hear every word from the prompter's box, whic

e must be engraved upon their hearts, or I forbid the curtain to go up. Not that

w's the boss?' 'Good-bye.' 'Not a cent.' 'Take the elevated.' 'Yup.' 'Nup.' 'That's one on you!' 'Rubber-neck!' A continuous fusillade of such phrases stimulated and flattered the audience, pleased to find themselves on such

the perspiring principals, on whom the curtain was rising and re-rising in a continuous roar. At last he found himself in the little bureau and dressing-room in which Goldwater wa

disturb all my house. What d

lk to you abo

d let you know whe

got to take

t know where

s gets drinks from all

ealth of "Hamlet,"'

s gotten your addr

ill it be?

ay. There's plenty of m

bah! Bu

re as jealous

see giraffes-and tortoises too. Central Park

bigger peacock than he

rehearsals,' said Kloo

lecturing. The great continent calls

said Goldwater. 'We

ou will make of it! I must te

ater could hardly

m the accent-the gesture. I'm a great stage-manager as

w he was pencilling. 'And how are you

e-a month's

apoplectic hue dee

s very good of you to give us

. 'A month!' he gasped at last. 'I co

t a melodrama!' sai

cenery. It's the scenery that take

'You would profane my divine work by gabbl

ot, though only nineteen and at a few dollars a week, had a fine, careless equality not only with

not talking to Radsikoff. I am

lent from sh

ghts?' he observed more mildly. 'You've had

s for the masterpiece of

you shall have twenty-one dol

fifty-first century even. Poets never die-though, alas! they have to live. Twent

ter grimly. 'Give them b

ater-I must not disappoint my printer. I have promised him the

and give me my money,' s

the printer's letter.' He dragged from a tail-pocket a mass of motley manuscripts

aved a repu

was laid on his nose. 'I and you are the only two people in New

is head, albeit a whit

manuscript shall be returned

ater." Klostermann-bah! He produces not so badly, but act? My grandmother's hen has a better stage presence. And there is Davidoff-a voice like a frog and a walk like a spider. And these cha

il it all?' asked th

shall not be disappointed in

so earl

bird catches

' grinned Kloot. 'We keep our

paling. He saw Mrs. Goldwater

ur talent to one play,'

' said Pinchas, wit

vide our forces. With myself as Hamlet you wil

nes, leaving all the others to be read by the prompter, the hou

er, 'you couldn't expect to h

wo such tragic geniuses would confuse and distr

Ophelia is really a sm

only be displayed in "Hamlet" if, like another equally celebra

herself!' said Goldwater. 'A decent Jew

assented Pinchas. 'And there is no o

y wife to a Ka

acrifice herself,' sai

ask her to sacrifice herself

Ophelia,' Kloot obser

e will not sacrifice Ophelia by leaving her to a minor pla

d,' pleaded the poet despe

ever spare

. 'But she might spar

wife will honour you by playing Ophelia. That i

Pinchas desperately. 'Your

mitted she w

inchas, burning his boats. 'She skips and jumps. Ra

o the poet's face. 'You compare my wife to a kangaroo! Take

ther funny as Ophelia,'

Ophelia,' added Pinchas eagerly, 'you

mlets. Any scribbler ca

hakespeare? Who can make him in

d the call-boy, with

ging legs, dominating the situation. In idle curiosity and with the simplicity of perfectly bad manners, he took up the p

oot,' he pleaded at last.

his impertinent inquisition. 'Rely

still worse,' said

do you know? You'v

spoil my play, you will get me a maidenly Ophelia? I and you ar

' said Kloot; 'I hav

shrieked

She's just the age for the part. M

make the au

egular onion

her rehearse, th

cour

me in the café when

s without

ning. 'But don't yo

uldn't have worried the boss. We'll call

at Kloot's han

u will see that they do not mutilate my play; you wi

ll be cut,' sai

and you are the only two men in New Yo

atched his hand

u will see it is not adulterated with American. In

,' said Kloo

might lend me a n

rture cheap at five ce

door reopened and his head reappeared, th

mise me

t I pro

wear t

u go-if

inchas, airin

ome back till re

up

my father's and

fully, not knowing th

I

er's paradise. The yellow glow illumined his prophetic and unshaven countenance, agitated by grimaces and sniffs, as he critically perused the paragraphs whose Hebrew letters served as the channel for the mongrel Yiddish and America

s Theatre. The author was the world-renowned poet Melchitsedek Pinch

d who wants his music? The tragedy of a thinker needs no caterwauling of violins. Does Goldwater imagine I

had been vouchsafed to him. He had been true to his promise; he had kept away from the theatre. But Goldwater! But Kloot! Ah, the godless gambler with his parents' lives! With such ghouls hovering around the Heb

sure in the placards of the Yiddish 'Hamlet.' He gave but a moment to absorbing the great capital letters of his name; a dash at a swinging-door, and he faced a glowing, crowded stage

s sweeper in his path was herself swept aside. But her fallen broom tripped up the runner. He fell with an echoing

you sweep quietly?' he thunde

ped his baton, and

inchas, struggling up through

inky as his cloak. '

repeated Pinchas

p, emerged from the win

. 'I've just been round to the café

first rehearsal,' stammer

'We don't trouble authors with the rough work. They strol

s shins at almost every step. Arrived at the orchestra, he found himself confronted by a cha

r's got stuck. You must com

himself a palpitating pause before the lobby posters. His blood chilled. Not only wa

.. .. Fanny

-door. He pushed it open, but a gruff voice inquir

r,' he said wit

admitted,' was

awaits me,' the

c melody, and reduced Pinchas's brain to chaos. A despairing sense of strange plots and treasons swept over him. He ran back to the lobby. The doors had

ght-and the third act-of the Yiddish 'Hamlet.' He had reconciled himself to

oiding that haunt of the invited cost him several meals. But that he himself should be refused when he tried to pass in 'on his face'-that authors sh

water and Kloot! Pigs! Pigs! Pigs! I have indeed cast my pearls be

man, adding recklessly: 'Get a move on

Hebrew. It was like the maledictions in Deuteronomy, only brought up to date by dynamite explosions and automobile accidents. Wearying of the waste of an extensive vocabulary upon a blank door, Pinchas returned to the front. The lobby was deserted save for a few strangers; his play had be

the nearest drug-store, and entering t

me the voice of Kl

cap, sitting on the table by the telephone, swinging his legs;

ater's on

returned to the bureau, ejaculating complacently: 'They're l

, but all Kloot replied was:

called

oice. 'May a sudden death smite you! May

aid Goldwater.

f in your dirty dollar-factory. I spit on you!' He spat viciously into the

ction. Pinchas finished for his own

ing the front of the theatre again, or leaning on his cane as on a sword, he was warm

in hand. At sight of the author he shied. 'Must skedaddle, Pin-cuss,' he said apologetically, 'if we're to get anything into to-

h an inspiration Pinchas gave chase. He c

eatre ticket

at

e it

him a crumpled fragment. 'What in thunder--' he began. A

not occurred to him. He smoothed out the magic scrap, and was inside the suffocating, close-packed theatre before the disconcerted janitor could meet the n

Pinchas. 'I stay here! Let me

er. 'Sit down there! Turn him out!' The

its peppering of the phrases of Hester Street. 'You have too many dead flies on you,' Hamlet's mother told him. 'You'll get left.' But the nightmare thickened. Hamlet and his mother opened their mouths and sang. Their songs were light and gay, and held encore verses to reward the enthusiastic. The

e palm-branch of the Feast of Tabernacles-and shook it piously toward every corner of the compass. At each shake the audience rolled about in spasms of merriment. A moment later a white gliding f

d laid forever, the Ghost that made melodrama of this t

seeing scarlet, bounded through the iron door and made for the stage. But a hand was exte

r call yet,' said t

They think me, Melchitsedek Pinchas, guilty of this tohu-bohu! My

u are interrupt

and quartered m

it for the stage,' s

gasped

he only two men who under

hissed the poet. 'You conspire to keep m

t. Suppose Shakespeare had tur

ld have been onl

e boss is

ng. Pinchas made a wild plunge forward, but Kloo

oot frowned angrily from under his p

promised me your

a smile. 'Sure! The first

th. Goldwater's voice r

e a car-fare,' sai

de with his cane. 'Why does Ham

that it is a tradition to have musical plays on Passover. Our audiences wouldn't stand for any o

" isn't a mu

songs? That was what decided us.

is a tragedy!'

Our audiences would go away miserable if they didn't. Y

all, for y

erstand stage technique. Oh, I'm not grumbling; we're quite satisfied. The idea of a

a Goldwater positively wallowing in admiration, while he, the mighty poet, had been cast into outer darkness and his work mocked and crucified! He put forth all his

et's right cheek near the right eye. 'Perverter of poe

th a yell of pain and fear, and the ever-ready

abbles. Besides, a clever lawyer might prove the exclusion illegal. What was done was done. The dignity of the hero of a hundred dramas was best served by private beefsteaks and a rumoured version, irrefutable save in a court of law. It was bad enough that th

of shiners,' Pinchas prophesied early

mpagne. He had carried out his promise of assisting at

ght Goldwater hasn't mana

ction is greater than Thought. Actio

CONV

ONVER

range fate that had again brought him into connection, however remote, with stageland. For even to Elkan Mandle, with his Ghetto purview, Yvonne Rupert's fame, both as a 'Parisian' star and the queen of American advertisers, had penetrated. Ever sinc

belonged rather to the genus than the individual. But as the great Yvonne's highly-coloured charms went on repeating themselves from every box-cover he manipulated (at s

nt master-tailor receiving the highest class work from S. Cohn's in the Hol

ributed to the home, a piquant, dark-eyed, yet golden-haired, mite of eleven,

s are here I will sit on them; when the table is laid I will draw to; wh

and the best wife in the world? Did he not pray every day to be delivered from the Satan Mekatrig? Had he not meant it for the best when he took her into his workshop? It was only when, at the age of sixteen, Gittel Goldstein lef

ppeared. And now, here he was-after nigh seven apathetic years, in which the need of getting a living was the only spur to living on-glad to take a woman's place when female labour struck for five cents more a hundred. The old bitter tears came up

down after the cigars were in. He fell to recalling what he had read of her-the convent education that had kept her chaste and distinguished beneath all her stage deviltry, the long Lenten fasts she endured (as brought to light by the fishmonger's bill she disputed in open court), the crucifix concealed upon her otherwise not too reticent person, the adorable French accent with which she enraptured the dudes, the

ly to the surface of his mind. That aureole of golden hair, those piquant dark eyes! The Yvonne the cheap ill

ing celebrity h

omed out since the days of his hired hall in Spitalfields, but

the London Ghetto Theatre have blazed

d munched Passover cake at his table in the far-off happy da

-marked, spectacled young woman, who, as record-breaker of the establish

, and deftly scraped at a rough hinge as she replied: 'No, but I gue

olically clever, unscrupulously ambitious! Who could put bounds to her achievement? She had used him and thrown him away-without a word, without a regret. She had washed her hands of him as light-hearted

on credited her-had not Gittel possessed it a

m, insubstantial as the smoke-wr

I

stories nearer the sky-he warmed himself with Gittel's image, smiling, light-darting, voluptuous. Night and sleep surrendered him to

renoon at the pasting-desk brought back the haunting thought. At noon he morbidly expended his lunch-dime on an 'Yvonne

driving machine was seated on a stack of Mexican cedar-wood, eating from a pac

s Yvonne Rupert?'

ked her cigar!' grumbled the

gallery at Webs

u-

o some day, jus

, was flaming in her provincia

ere the young Russian bloods assembled who wrote for the Yiddish Labour papers, and 'knew it all.' He would draw them out about Yvonne Ru

lboy to protest against the master's injustice to one o

had illuminated the plain Pentateuch with imaginative vignettes, and transfiguring the dry abstractions of Socialism with the same passionate personalizatio

had met his death. One of them had seen her on

pert?' he ventu

ad such a snap!' cried Melchitsedek Pinchas. 'To have ji

en on the bill,'

y thought Yvonn

re's nothing to her

'I dare say she would play my Ophelia as wel

Yiddish accent,' E

eard of Yiddish-Deutsch,' cried Pi

ent he knew that he had been hoping to meet

remote seat he could afford-for it would not do to spend a week's wage on the mere chance-would be too far off for precise identification, especially as she would probably be

mell intensified by the shovings and writhings of damp passengers getting in and out, or by the desperate wriggling of the poor patient collector of fares boring his way through the very thick of the soldered mass. Elkan alighted with a headache, glad even of the cold rain that sprinkled his forehead. The shining carriages at the door of the theatre filled him for once with a bitt

heats followed by chills. The performers came and went, mostly on foot, and s

smart brougham drove up, a smart groom opened an umbrella,

incredibl

the aureole of hair, gleamed the p

m his pigeon-hole, handed her some letters. Yes, he knew every trick of the shoulders, every turn of the neck. She stood

cried choking

he read consciousness if not recognition. The reek of her old cherry-bloss

me not?' he cr

e, doubly veiled,

asked the doorkeeper in h

rted to

an, your

near, so near again! The same warm seductive w

hrust open the door that led to th

eared with that delicious shrug of the s

dash after her; the doorkeeper darted from his little room, but was hurled aside in a swift, mad tussle, and Elkan, after a blind, blood-red instant, found himself blinking and dripping in the centre of the stage, facing a great roaring audience, tier upon tie

nse was brief. In a twinkling the doorkeeper's

ked Elkan struggling. 'She is

as hauled off, to be handed over to a policeman on

, the false Catholic, the she-cat! A pretty convert! Another man would have preferred to blackmail her, he told himself with righteous indignation, especially

t of law and order. All the strength born of bitterness oozed out as he stood before the magistrate rigidly and heard the c

x factory,' he

make ciga

exactly.

te w

tures of Yvonne Ru

s the "Yvonne

ture had unhinged his brain. From that moment a hardness came over his heart. He shut his lips grimly. What was the use of talking? Whatever he said

of the Stars and Stripes. A fortnight's more confinement was all that was meted out to him, but he had already had time enough to reflect that he had given Yvonne Rupert one of the best advertisements of her life. It would have enhanced the prisoner's bitt

y grasped at the break in the monotony. Several of the prisoners who posed as Jews with this same motive were detected and reprimanded; but Elkan felt, with the new grim sense of humour that meditation on Yvonne Rupert and the world she fooled wa

tor who had landed himself in an unforeseen deprivation of rations during the whole fast day. The passionate outcries of the old-fashioned Chazan, the solemn peals and tremolo notes of the cornet, which had o

how he ha

one for us now!' he cried, smiting

orning and find him gone! As terrible as for him to wake up one morning and find

n. God could never forgive sins till the sinn

n again life would have a meaning and an aim. Poor, poor Haigitcha! How he would weep over her and cherish her. And his children! Th

eagues of ocean. But now it started up in all the colours of daylight, warm, appealing. Yes, he would go back to his dear ones w

pardon us now,

uld get back

ce from his wife and children that had driven him to drink, lust of gold that had spurred him across t

I

tears and memories. Ah, there was the butcher's shop still underneath the old apartment, with the tin labels stuck in the kosher meat, and there was Gideon, the fat, genial butcher, flourishing hi

ive here?' he asked with

loor,' said G

d cry 'Yankely' the young fellow was gone. He heard the whirr of machines. Yes, she had kept on the workshop, the wonderful creature, though crippled by his loss and the want of capital. Doubtless S. Cohn's kind-hearted firm had helped her to tide over the crisis. Ah, what a blackguard he had been

door. Haigitcha

gitcha; this was a new creature, cold, stern, tragic, prematurely aged, framed in the

it?' sh

n; don't y

heaving of the flat breasts. Then s

' he muttered ho

el?' she answered

g through his brain. So London knew that Gittel had

h her one year,

thy dung-heap!' S

t banged to. 'Haigitcha!' he shrieked.

rised 'hands' stopping their machines, of a beautiful, startled girl

cha, her shoulders still straining against t

eed, had he to force himself upon this woman, upon these children, to whom he was dead? So might a suicide hope to win back his place in the old life

had felt himself the sinned against. But before this wife-widow, this dutiful, hard-working, tragic creature, he had nothing but self-contempt. He tottere

I

refuge for the failures of the Ghetto, and Elkan's easy experience with the

t.' Exeter Hall's exposition of the Jewish prophecies has opened his eyes, and though his foes have been those of his own household, yet, remember

ual interest should discover his true past-through this tale-bearer or

l world their unchangeable irreversible consequence

arkness, Yvonne prays in her chape

WED

WEDLO

nchback, and sometimes even offered the unshapely septuagenarian her snuffbox as he passed the door of her cottage. More than one village censor managed to acquaint the artist with the flirtation ere he had found energy to walk the muddy mile to her dwelling. Even his own mother came out strongly

have its way,'

ng blood's,' said Frau Schneemann, unsmiling. 'Yo

he artist with a twinkle. How all this would amuse his bach

time you, too, should lead

are few so forwar

y tresses she spoke as if I were a brazen Epicurean, but I had rather have

they are

ossel! May his nam

h Yossel? Moses Mendels

Have you forgotten we

ad forgotten so much of this na?ve life

the psalm-droners and prayer-shriekers in the little synagogue,

off his father, the innkeeper,' said Frau Schneemann hotly. 'If I were in your

nking of old m

young-she is eighty-four,

't be married l

n laid her han

ied. ''Tis bringing a Bilbul (sc

r end of the village towards the cottage where the lively old lady lived in self-sufficient solitude, he was full of the contra

was surely the very virgin of senility. What a fine picture she made too! Why had he never thought of painting her? Yes, such a picture of 'The Spinster' would be distinctly interesting. And he would put in the Kesubah

Abend,'

of horn spectacles

end,' she

old childish diminutive of Abraham, though he

k back almost to childish dimensions. Her hands seemed trembling as much with decay as with emotion. She hastened to produce from the well-k

build many houses in Rome.' Her notion that he was a house-painter he hardly cared t

Rome,' he said evasively.

d through the big spectacles. 'You

as far as

earth to put in my grave.' The fire died out of her spect

essness, not even this shrivelled ancient who was meditating on her latter end. Suddenly he became aware of a shadow darkening the doorway. At the sam

it-seemed to have died of age and hopelessness. He used crutches, too, to help himself along with, so that he seemed less the hunchback of yore than the conventional contortion of time, and but for the familiar earlocks pende

ering black-covered book from under his greasy caftan. '

nk that the name of Yossel's volume signified 'the duties of the heart.' The Bube Yenta received the book with thanks, and a moment of embarrassment ensued, only slightly mitigated by the offer of the snuffbox. Yossel took a pinch, but his eyes seemed roving in amaze, less over the stranger than over the bespread table

en a more sightly object of devotion. Not that there was much to be said for Yossel's taste either. When after seventy-five years of celibacy the fascinations of the other sex began to tell upon hi

ng. Twenty years ago she could have had her pick of a dozen well-to-do widowers, yet now that she h

ather left him his i

long ago paying too much attention to the Talmud i

on to the Talmud? That is a stran

lected what the wise King said, and so now he comes trying to wheedle your poor grandmother out of

her son. 'Do you suppose, by the way, that King Solomon

oly things,' replie

m the charge of forwardness, since if she wished to contract another marriage it could have been arranged legitimately by the Shadchan

med to justify the popular supposition. There could be no doubt, for example, that when at the conclusion of the synagogue service the feminine stream from the women's gallery poured out to mingle with the issuing males, these two atoms drifted together with unnatural celerity. It appeared to be established beyond question that on the preceding Feast of Tabernacles the Bube had lent and practically abandoned to the hunchback's use the ritual palm-branch he was too poor to afford. Of course this might only have been gratitude, inasmuch as a fortnight earlier on the solemn New Year Day when, by an untimely decree, the grandmother lay ill abe

cel at Yossel's lodgings. The postman was not a Child of the Covenant, but Yossel's landlady was, and within an hour all Jewry knew that Y

I

Yossel was ultimately run to earth, or rather to Heaven, in the Beth Hamedrash, where he was shaking himself studiously over a Babylonian folio, in company with a motley assemblage of youths and greybeards equally carele

vined, with what seemed a lover's inac

d Schneemann hastily, adding in

s not about you

compromise his grandmother and, incidentally, her family. Yet, on the other hand, he longed to know what lay behind all this philandering, which in any case had been compr

of convention-scenes in which they were even bought off and started in new lands. Would not Yoss

Yossel, have you not?' he said, wh

ll a man live?'

sity to see other parts? Would yo

nholy place-but Prague! Prague where there is a great Rabbi and the old, o

and see it?' sug

for that you tore me

eing you glued to it gave me the idea what a pity it was tha

o them? My crutches canno

e money to ride,' sa

uld never

You can give me a little bit

riting letters for people to their relatives in America; in Prague everybody is very learned; they

ed the artist with a new burst of hope. '

great flame of joy. 'I shall die i

ill pay your fare the w

e continued on Yossel's face, the

e your money? I am

seemed to show that there was no reason for packing him off. However, he told himself that one must make assurance

ration, 'but there is every reason why I should buy to myself the Mitzvah (good d

el placidly. 'A very wicked lif

said the arti

ond Commandment by making representatio

admitted as much,'

which is not forbidden. But I don't undeceive her-it would pain her

be ready to s

in Palestine,' he said. 'I cannot be certain that God wo

sel should live in Palestine, especially if he were an unconscionably long time a-

at is c

udents as you that these sums are sent from all the world over. The prayers and studies of our

erly; 'and life is very cheap

unwarily from the artist's ton

for ever and for ever, and by the merit of my

and laughter, no undesirable lover had ever thus been got rid of by

ure was not the least interesting ingredient in the cup of gossip. It was even whispered that the grandmother herself had been tapped. Her skittish advances had been taken seriously by Yossel. He had boldly proposed to lead her under the Canopy, but at this point, it was said, the old lady had drawn back-she who had led him so far was not to be thus le

and even packages for their kinsfolk. And conversely, there was scarcely a Jewish inhabitant who had not begged for clods of Palestine earth or bottles of Jordan w

see how the Bube was taking her hero's desertion. As he lifted the latch he heard her voice giving orders, and the door opened, not on the peaceful scene he expected of the spinster at her ingle nook, but of a bustling and apparently rejuvenated old lady supervising a packing menial. The greatest shock of all was that this menia

d, 'I see you too are send

easily. 'Yes, it is going to

hous heaps on the floor-Yossel and his bundle-he

the spinning-wh

he widow Rubenstein-I

ully. Then a white patch in the darkened wood over the mantelpie

ave taken

the widow

s grandmother seriously

ing it away t

with trembling fingers blinked downwards at the bundle. Yossel

oes with me,' he ex

the arti

; they had drawn fire from Yossel's. 'And wh

u are s

I am to be luckier than Moses our Master

journey i

he way while alive as easily as ot

e you get there,' sai

let me die before I

ie in Palestine?' cr

for seventy years and more have I prayed the prayer that my eyes should behold the return of the Divine Glory to Zion. That mercy I no longer expect in my own days, inasmuch as the Sultan h

on his crutches. The grandson turned upon the

said Yoss

looking after such an old woman; it seemed too absurd to talk

rmitted to land? They say the Sultan's soldiers stand at the landing-place like the angels at the gates of Paradise with swords that turn every w

you off as

as Abraham our Father said of Sarah. But that was a sin i

o be married,' Y

choed the ar

s afternoon,' Yossel continued calmly. 'Dov

glass of brandy,' chuckled the grandmother. 'Bu

epart publicly for Triest

' the artist broke in. '

the tone of the far-away years came into her voice. 'Silence, Vroomkely, o

torted, turning upon the heroic hunchback. 'Do you

l. 'Is there a greater lov

urned to her grandson. 'Don't be angry with Yossel-all the fault is mine

at you asked hi

en had there been any other woman here who wanted to die in Palestine! But t

ou asked Yossel

Atonement Day. For two years I pra

-?' began

proud. It is

d Yossel flushing, 'I

iquity is like your ugliness-some people have it scattered all o

the artist impatiently. 'Why

y sent an angel into the world instead of a man, but seeing His mistake at the last moment, the All-High broke his wings short and left him a hunchback. But when Yossel's father made a match for him with Leah, the rich corn-factor's daughter, the si

that, Yenta?' Yos

ed him to go to Palestine with me. But obstinate as a pig he keeps grunting "I can't-I

So this was all his Machiavellian scheming had achieved-to bring about the very marriage it was meant to avert! He had

how Yossel longed to go with me to die in Jerusalem. And at last the All-High

lling silence to him. As if, forsooth, one published one's good dee

a fortune?' he as

sly cut through the situation. 'A wicked man gave it to

ed the artist. '

of knowing him,' ambiguously int

name,' added the Bube.

Yossel urged. 'The sin of that is e

r such an Epicurean much praying will be necessary. It will be a long work. And your first prayer,

ver's clasp. 'Be at peace, Yenta! He will be re

H'S G

'S GOB

egg (representative of the ancient festival-offering in the Temple), and while his wife and children held up the dish, which now contained o

are hungry come in and eat; let all who require come in and celebrate the Passover. This

e robe and a white skullcap, and throned on white pillows, he made rather a royal figure

ting board. Her heart was full of a whispering fear that not all the brave melodies of the father nor all the quaint family choruses could drown. All very well for the littl

nd the peasants behind their high palings, alike sulked under the burden of debts. Indeed, had not the Passover Market hummed with the old, old story of a lost Christian child? Not murdered yet, thank God, nor even a co

d by annual repetition, over the horseradish that typified the bitterness of the Egyptian bondage, and ecstatic grimaces over the soft, sweet mixture of almonds, raisins, apples, and cinnamon, vaguely suggestive of the bondsmen's mortar; they relished the eggs

ent of Passover cake under Aaron's pillow, morsels of which, distributed to each as the final food to

p-drinking came round, the children had glanced at the great silver goblet placed for t

-the moment of the third cup, when, mother throwing open the door, father wou

, a vague resentment as at a spurned hospitality had stirred in each youthful breast. But many reasons could be found to exculpate Elijah-not omitting the

in the kitchen, had recalled all her alarms, and she merely threw open the door of the room. But Ben Amram was not absent-minded enough to b

d laziness. 'O

en the str

It would have been too bad of mot

him. 'It is too heavy; he cou

rred it?' Be

on you know how the heathe

y will not

eard about the los

any a Christian

not remem

r the ritual.' And

Aaron!

towards the front of the house. He shrugged hi

ade for the door. 'For t

childish yours

not childi

ly. 'The door

that are childish. You know no Prophet o

venerable bear

emer of Israel, who will come. Listen!

mob was approaching, mingled with

Zhits! Death to

with a gesture as of seeking to gather them all in her arms. Then, hea

ile his right upheld Elijah's goblet, and over the ululation of the unseen mob and

ing figure in a rich furred coat dashed round the cor

anted the refugee, and fell h

f the chase-lurched past. The mother, who had sprung forward at the sound of the fall, frenziedly sho

it to the dregs, the clustered children looking on dazedly. As the head fell back, it caught the light

the mother, shuddering back.

humour twitched his lips, and he smoothed his white beard. 'Maimon is the only Je

David and his brothers and sisters were secretl

I

wn, turreted quadrangle drew free breath, and sent it out in great shouts of rhythmic prayer, as they swayed in their fringed shawls, with quivering hands of supplication. The Ark of the Law at one end of the great building, overbrooded by the Ten Commandme

e complex clatter of cavalry, the curt ring of military orders. The swaying figures turned suddenly as under another wind, the women's eyes grew astare and ablaze with terror. The great doors flew open, and-oh, awful, incredible sight-a squadron of Cossacks rode slowly in, two abreast, with a heavy thud of hoofs on the sacred floor, and a rattle of ponderous sabres. Their black conical

latform, blocking the aisle, and the courtyard echoed with the clanging hoofs of its rear, which back

llency intrude upon

petrified; the elders of the Kahal stood dumb. Ben Amram himself, their spokesman to the Government, whose praying-shawl was embroider

l, for the b

er's horse pawed clangorously, as if impatient for the ch

they moaned

lood?' said the S

You know well that a Christ

ted by the Shamash, upl

with bitter sarcasm. 'And surely your Excellency cannot require the b

end to, old fox. The boy's blood is here-it is ke

hed explosively.

caught the contagion of glad reli

cellency,' said the Rabbi, his eyes a-tw

oduce that bottle

indecorously. 'That is the Consecra

ynagogue in a happy buzz, and from the women's gall

-faintness, fraught with an almost incredulous apprehension of some devilish treachery, some mock discover

one leave the synagogue-man, woman, or c

g the aisle that led to the Ark; its noisy hoofs trampled over every heart. Springing from his

wine, eh?' h

stoutly replied the Shama

rom the officer's lips

every eye strained painfully towards him, save in the women's gallery,

a horrible distortion overcame his smile, his hands flew heavenwards. Dropping the bottle, and with a hoar

ather! The Jew-haters had worked their fiendish trick. Now the men were become as the women, shrieking, wringing t

at last, and was stoopin

blood, Excellency!' the

ace relaxed int

And, indeed, the spicy reek of the Consecrati

nto a fit,' said the physician, raising

hudding and rearing and clanking, but ere the congregation had finished rubbing their eyes, the last conical hat and leaded knout had vanished, and only the tar

rothing lips of the stricken creature, and his face had the fiery gloom of a seer

and ever!' The Rabbi began the phrase, and

opened the door for Elijah, there entered Maim

rumble of

lijah!' cri

w the spread Passover table, his child-soul came back to him, and in a burst of tears he confessed the diabolical plot against our community, hatched through his instrumentality by some desperate debtors; how, having raised the cry of a lost child,

awe traversed

ithout night-prayer, neither slumbers nor sleeps. Maimon had bribed the

en thousand tigers. Some even precipita

Ben Amram. 'The Almi

saith the Lord,"' quo

d female voice, and 'Hallelujah

lief in the God of Israel

ent for us all!' int

wled the co

the repentant sinner had confessed all to me, and explained how the Cossacks were to be sent to catch all the community assembled helpless in synagogue, I deemed it best merely to get the bottles changed back again. The false bottle contained only bullock's blood, but it would have sufficed to madden the multitude. Since it is I who hav

or He is good,' sang t

for ever,' replied the c

t when the Epikouros (atheist) put the bottle to his lips, expecting to taste blood, and found instead good red wine, doubtles

ian's hand, while the synagogue resounded with cries of 'May thy strength inc

he ghastly head, with its pious ringlets writhing like red sna

and the choristers cried 'Pom!' and a breath of jubilant hope passed through the synagogue. The mighty hand and the outstretched arm which had red

HIRE

IRELI

as a pianist. The name, casually seen on the passengers' list, conveyed nothing but a strong Russian and a vaguer Semitic flavour, and

dinner-it was a blessing to escape from the perpetual adulation of music-sick matrons and scho

ceptionable ladies from irresistible personalities-a German Grand Duke, a Bulgarian Ambassador, Countesses, both French and Italian, and even a Belgian princess. But to his boundless amazement-for he had always heard that Americans were wax before titles-not one of the social leaders had been of the faintest assistance to him, not even the owner of the Chicago Palace, to who

hey imagine he wore phylacteries or earlocks, or what? His few childish years in the Russian Pale-what were they to the long years of European art and European culture? And even if in Rome or Paris he had foregathered with Jews like Schn

mystery of the night. And these jocose, heavy-jowled, smoke-soused gamblers were the Americans whose drawing-rooms he would contaminate! He recalled the only party to which he had been asked-'To meet the Bright Lights'-and which to his amazement turned out to be a quasi-public entertainment with the guests seated in rows in a hall, and himself-with the other Bright Lights-planted on a platform and made to perform without a fee. The mean vulgarians! But pe

of wares in a dentist's showcase? But as the teeth came nearer and the great rubicund face bore down upon him, the prominence of the notorious incisors affected him less than their carnivorous capacity-he felt himself almost swallowed up by this monstrous beast of prey, so admirably equated to our small day of large things, to that environment in which he, poor degenerate artist, was but a little singing-bird. The long-forgotten word Rishus came suddenly into his mind-was not the man's anti-Semitism as obtruded as his teeth?-Rishus, that wicked malice, which to a persecuted people had become

roduction which was to open to him all doors and all ears? Was it not in her marvellous marble music-room-one of the boasts of Chicago-that he had mentally seen himself enthroned as the lord of the feast? And instead of these Olym

but a girl-nay, unless his instinct was at fault, a Jewish girl-a glorious young Jewess, of that radiant red-haired type which the Russian Pale occasionally flowered with. What was she doing with this Christian Colossus? He tried vainl

nd. She was still there, but had moved under the same electric light which had illuminated Wilhammer's face, and she was reading a letter. As his walk carried him past her, he was startled to see tears rolling down those radiant cheeks. A slight exclamation came involuntarily from him; the girl, even more startled to be caught thus, relaxed her grip of the letter-a pu

onic-touched American gave him the

e help you mo

Germanic, so was her German like the Yiddish of his remote youth, and this, adding to the sweetness of her voice,

iced too,' he v

back towards her cabin. 'With us Jews,' she

assed to his face by a stranger. But perhaps he had misinterpreted her

red uneasily. But he only opened wi

priest-ridden, paralysed people, a cringing, cowering, contorted people-I shall never forget the panic in our synagogue when a troop of Cossacks rode in with a bogus blood-accusation. Now it is a people alive with ideas and volitions; the young generation dreams noble dreams

ded suddenly. The musician, fascinated,

he cried, half-incredu

rn, so as to give the besiegers an impression of a large defensive force. At last his cartridges were exhausted-to procure cartridges is the greatest difficulty of our self-defence corps-they began battering in the big front-door. David, seeing further resistance was useless, calmly drew back the bolts, to the mob's amaze, and, as it poured in, he cried: 'Back! back! They have bombs!' and rushed into the street, as if to escape the explosion. The others followed wildly, and in the panic David ran down a dark alley, and disappeared in search of a new post of defence. Though the door stood open, and the cowering inhabitants were at their mercy, the assailants, afraid to enter, remained for over an hour at a safe distance fi

back to Russi

een as remote to him as the squabbles of savages in Central Africa, became suddenly vi

such a moment?' she answered quietly

acred!' he crie

y. 'To live and die

to crying, 'Thy people shall be my people,' but all he found himself

sharply fr

mistress. Gute

den ashes. Only Mrs.

I

p while the water was still calm. Not that he suffered physically from the sea; he was merely afraid of it. The shuddering and groaning of the ship found an echo in his soul. He could not shake off the conviction that he was doom

ockery. 'When I am safe on shore again,

from America. In the afternoon this restlessness drove him to the piano in the deserted dining-hall, and his fever sought to work itself off in a fury of practice. But the inner turbulence persisted, and the new thoughts clung round the old music. He was playing Schumann's Fantasiestücke, but through the stormy passion of In der Nacht he saw the red hair of the heroic Jewess, and into the wistful, questioning Warum ins

his music; and as he played on, with swift side-peeps, other fellow-passengers entered into his consciousness, some standing about, others hov

e haughty heathen-draw them by the magic of his finger-touch on pieces of ivory. Lo, they were coming, more and more of th

bition of technique. As he stopped, there was a storm of hand-clapping. Rozenoffski gave a masterly start of surprise, and turned his leonine head in dazed bewilderment. Wa

ery soon, lo! the Christian rats were pattering back again, only more wisely and cautiously. They came crawling from every part of the ship's compass. Newcomers were warned whisperingly to keep from applause. In vain. An enraptured greenhorn shouted 'Encore!' T

ance upon the piano in an empty hall, and the word was passed to the little army of music-lovers. Silently the rats gathered, scurrying in on noiseless paws, stealing into the chairs, swarming about the doo

complacent Christendom which took so much from the Jew and gave so little. 'Shy

He had soon recovered from her menial office; indeed, the paradox of her position in so anti-Semitic a household quickened hi

. He had started his nocturnal pacing much earlier than usual, for the inevitable concert on behalf of marine charities had sucked the loungers from their steamer-chairs. He had himself, of course, been approached by the programme-organizer, a bouncing actress from 'Frisco, with an irresistible air, but he had defeated her hopelessly with the mysterious sarcasm: 'To meet the Bright Lights?' And his rewa

asn't been keeping you t

'Not so close as N

th a shade of mali

he limitations of Cr?sus,' she replied. 'B

me for

t you

een rending the air throughout, but they had scarcel

an it is s

ploits the globe. There isn't a sensation or an emotion she denies herself-unless it is painful. It was to escape the concert that she has left her cou

oncert,' he said eagerly. 'Won't you come outs

a word, with the si

ght,' she said, 'and very

n?' he asked, with a sudden thought, wonder

have to work my passage, you see, and Providence, on

se was going back to her social pedestal. 'But

hed cheerfully. 'Why mo

ered again on

?' he echoe

rse of starvation and medicine at Berne University,

doctor?' he

eculiarly servicea

could only attend the night medical school. I lived by lining cloaks with fur; my bed was the corner of a room inhabited by a whole family. A would-be graduate could not be seen with bundles; for fetching and carrying the wo

,' he recal

'And you ask me if it is humiliating t

. His heart was full o

rejoined laughingly. 'Why are

I be prejudiced? From all I hear it's she that's prejud

the Southerners have negro

ed. 'You compare

at least Liberia. There is a black President,

ural. But he still instinctiv

aid everything. Every gift of genius tha

ey belong to every other people. The world absorbs our sap, and damns us for our putrid remains. Our best must pipe alien tunes and dance to the measures of the heathen. They build an

e. Thank God he had kept himself free for her. But ere he could pour out his soul, the bouncing San Franciscan actress appeared suddenly at his elbow, risking a last desperate assault, discharging a pathetic tale of a

heir people. He was no longer afraid of the sea. He was afraid of nothing-not even of the pogroms that awaited them in Russia. Russia its

found vent in a rhapsody of synagogue melody to which he abandoned himself, for once forgetting his audience. When gradually he became aware of the incongruity,

e of Psalm-singers in darkening Sabbath twilights, the rustle of palm-branches and sobbings of penitence, the long-drawn notes of the ram's horn pealing through the Terrible Days, the passionate proclamation of the Unity, storming the gates of heaven. And fused with these merely physical memories

as swallowed up in utter sincerity. He did not shut the piano; he sat brooding a moment or two in tender reverie. Suddenly he perceived his red-haired muse at his side. Ah, she had discovered him at last, knew him simultaneously for the genius and the patriot, was come to pour out

he girl, who remained

what I was playi

replied quietly. 'They publish

of his triumphant genius, her matter-of-fact acceptance of his racial affinity, her refusal to be impressed by the heroism of a Hebrew pianoforte sol

arcely seeing the worshippers he plodded through; presently he became aware that he was

sensation that his touch on the handle had launched upon him, as by some elaborate electric contrivance, a tall

enius are farouches-it was awfully insolent of me

e, gracious lady,' h

ur name-only your genius. Every afternoon I have lain here, lapped in your music, but I might never have had the courage to thank you had you not played that marvellous t

Nothing so good, I fear-a

ewelled hands in girlish deli

shed her down, and replied uneasily: 'You can't get it. It

y this fecundity and riotous extravagance of g

e-it was j

oods I seem to have missed! Why

ning up all his courage, he threw down his name 'Rozenoffski' like a bomb, and the red of his cheeks changed to the pallor of apprehe

k in the fall, give me the glory of launching you.' And, seeing the cloud on his

etween rapture and anxiety

she persisted humbly; 'but positively eve

ail and feverish behind all her brilliant beauty. Or had she not even seen his letter? had her secretary presumed to guard her from Semitic invaders? Or was she deliberately choosing to

had a real musical sensat

l not permit me to return this

him his cup, she smiled archly into his eyes. 'You can't shake me

xpanding. He had burst the coils of this narrow tribalism that had suddenly retwined itself round him; he had got back again from the fusty conventicles and the sunless Ghettos-back to spacious salons and radiant hoste

OOB

OBOR

o seethe with political activity, and even to publish a newspaper, so that it was necessary to show by a first-class massacre that true Russian men were still loyal to God and the Czar. Milovka lay off the pogrom route, and had not of itself caught the contagion; careful injection of the virus was necessary. Moreover, the town was two-thirds Jewish, and consequently harder to fever

as just beginning, but mildly. The sun shone over the broad plains, and as David's train carried him towards Milovka, his heart swelled with thoughts of the Maccabean deeds to be wrought there by a regenerated Young Israel. But the journey was long. Towards t

at your lord's pleasur

,' retorted the pe

a nobleman's rod; any moujik, any hooligan, could wield it. But, thank Heaven, t

nn. Seated astride the old-fashioned bench of the vehicle, and grasping his violin-case like a lov

hat Milovka would not be easy to arouse. As every man thought every other man mortal, so Milovka regarded the massacres as a terrible reality-for other towns. It wa

ord shook

rooms a

ed tablecloth on the long table, and at the host's brats playing on the

long?'

shoulders like the drive

the younger generation that he was a man of the world, in touch with the times; to the old its material and h

ooms have you?'

I have but one?' pro

river. 'And you said this was the best i

if it is?' answered the drive

did you

s no room anywhe

David

ng. The young men have flocked here from all the neighbouring villages to draw their numbers

s had been packed off to their regiments or the lucky ones back to their villages. He would have time, therefore, to organize his

anka,' said the host,

nd his violin in such very public quarters would be the safest way of diverting police attention. 'Conspirators, please copy,' he thoug

luggage,' he s

host, hovering o

ou a drop

ds of horror. 'Monopolka

t any Jewish lice

ed Benjamin,' said the landlord with grim humour. He added hasti

lf-warmed remains. However, hunger and hope gave sauce to the miserable meal, and h

ry-books, but is it likely he will risk their falling in love with a young man whose hair and clothes are cut like a Christian's? Not that I share his

sons in music,' said David

r pardon.' His voice had suddenly taken on the same ring as when he addr

the man's bemused visage. 'Don't you think, considering what has b

the room for a possible spy. 'Guard yo

ou, my friend, shall

must beg you to f

decisive step, began to think he had gone too far. 'You will take the advice of a man who knows the world,' he said in a tone of compromise, 'and throw all those crazy notions int

w do you know I

dly. Come, let me take you in hand; my commis

regular Shadchan'

stay here from all towns around; I get to know a great circle of marriagea

o link' (ir

ry grows with them.' Mine host had q

en thought. 'But if you care to introduce me to Tinowitz, yo

his hands. 'Now yo

I

ingly. And disapproval did not improve his face-a face in whose grotesque f

actor said. 'Nor is it possible to give you my youn

ch. Am I a Talmud-sage that I should thus aspir

-perhaps-with a

ord who turned my head with false hopes. I came here

ctor gasped

m is thr

o Satan!' reprimanded

e and slaughter--' sa

mpossibl

as in the six hundred and

been bad blood; here Jew and Rus

e many peaceful years while Cain tilled

ore convincing to Tinowitz t

propose?' came fr

oborona. You must first summo

at

committee-and f

hold a meeting

the syn

the syn

s fly to the synagogue

but to

pray by

your

your da

most will

em through you. For the last time I ask you, will you

se. I thank Heaven you wi

time to think it over. Dav

ouse, he found it barred and shuttered. The neighbours reported that Tinowitz had go

nsation was to find in the remaining bed a strapping young Jew named Ezekiel Leven, who had come up from an outlying village for the military lottery, and who proved to be a carl after his own heart. Half the night the young heroes planned the deeds of derringdo they might do for their people. Ezekiel Leven was indeed an ideal lieutenant, for he belonged

nd volunteered to stand sentinel. Accordingly, he was posted at the ragged window-curtain, where, with excess of caution, he signalled whenever he saw a Christian, in uniform or no. At every signal David's oratory ceased as suddenly as if it had been turned off at the main, and the gaberdined figures, distributed over the two beds and the one chair, gripped one another nervously. But Dav

ambles. Too long, when smitten, had he turned the other cheek, only to get it smitten too. They must defend themselves. He was there to form a branch of the Samooborona. Brow

ages. Each man felt warm blood trickling down his limbs. To what end, then, had he escaped the conscription?

out, 'this is a Haman in disguise. To hold

our young men who must defend the town. But the Kahal (congregatio

w pistols!' cried Mendel the h

we get safely into the town. But one revolver may save te

hem!' persisted the timber-merchan

sent burst fr

y you has already been hatched; the question is, ar

taxes; but we have always sent Shtadlonim (ambassadors). We will make a collection, and the president of the Kahal shall

is in the plot

t out,' said the

drily. 'Let us rather prepare bombs.' A fresh shudder traver

instruments. We are in the hands of the Holy One-blessed be He!

t (slaughterer) of Israe

this grim jest; for the Shomer and the Shoch

tide was turning, added, 'B

fasting and prayer,' conc

i,' said Gütels the grocer, 'will supply the synagogue with c

e universal gratitude, and the landlord at t

dvice is also good. God is, of course, our only protection. But there can be no

d the faces grew

lies your only salvation. Give the money to us, not to the

gasped the Rabbi. 'Given o

id grimly. 'Don't you see it is the safest place for us

t: an old man scalped with a sharp ladle; a white-hot poker driven through a woman's eye; a baby's skull ground under a True Russian's heel. 'Bourgeois

n a panic, and held him hand-gag

instant in which all gave themselves up for lost. Their grip on David

d David, jumping to his feet. 'You

'I drew a low number-I

oses should be summarily shot. And so, when the Shtadlonim arrived with the fifteen thousand roubles, the Governor was able to point out severely that if a pogrom did occur they would have only themselves to blame. The Jews of Milovka had begun to carry pistols like revolutionaries; they planned illegal assemblies in halls; was it to be wondered at if the League of True

nn, and his original audience would have called as a deputation upon David to beg him to withdraw from the town, but th

ve already ordered

is sti

e-or anybody who massers (info

ssador s

rother-in-Israel!' added

ft alone; they wear fuses under their waistcoats instead of Tsitsith (r

the landlor

stel. But his blood was up, and he took a malicious pleasure

h the thought that the population was best tackled by units. One

and approached Erbstein the Banker. Erbstein held up his hands. '

nor. Give me only a hun

end. We can only get them gradually. Full rights now are nonsense-impossible. It is bad

rights, but of our live

e invariably replied. His success in finance had

tobrists,' he

trust our

cigar fell fr

t! like my n

difficult than to get cheques from their pockets. Still, there was that promising scapegrace Simon! He hurried out on his sc

eois! Every idea that makes no money he calls anarchy. As a matter of fact, I'm the exact opposite o

,' said David. 'I don't even know

ooked pityingly

Revolutionists; I belong to t

sion. 'And I belong to the Jewish Party of

utting back the clock of history. The non-isolation of the Jew is an unconditional

u agree with

we are Poles of the Mosaic Fait

are murdering b

ctuals equally,'

id passionately, 'and then both will trample on the Jews. Didn't the

d David smilingly as a Ghetto reactionary. The young women-sobe

Simon's wife murm

stand by and see ou

set back. The unconditional historic necessity will

' cried Simon's sister. 'I object to your hi

Simon interrupte

'Not a P.P.S. like

I was a P.P.S.?' inquir

onary does not understand modern politi

Social Democrats!' sa

re a bourgeois party-risking nothing, waiting pass

d to those who include the landed peasants am

differences would be immaterial if you joined the Samooborona. I

ly. 'Our place is shoulder to s

of ambulances had awakened sympathy in her S.R. soul

Pa

Territorialists, Itoists, or whate

here?' cried

rtunately, when the police found they weren't really e

rly recommended two young men, Grodsky and Ler

is own panacea. 'Only the S.S.'

S.S.'s?' D

stes Sio

re be Socialis

c necessity is for a land, but not for a particular land. Our Minsk

oligans,' David reminded him. 'Simon Rubensky though

Never will I associate w

n't jo

consult my fellow-members. I

avel very quickly

line is everythin

unted up Lerkoff, who

borona branch,' he explained. '

in disgust. 'We can have nothing

y traitors?'

ously guard the sacred flame of Socialism and Nationality,

lestine?' inqui

wish State elsewhere can only result in failure and disappointment. Do you not see how the f

thousand to America. How

ourgeois. I see you are a

' said David tartly, adding with a smil

rvently. 'It is these miserable Zioni-Zionists, w

ew incongruous telephones, and one of these now

's and the Mizrachi. He also imagines he has a throat disease due to swallowing flecks of the furs he d

disease, then

xcept too much vanit

I should like to try my hand at

oduce you, if

your medical services would be i

cried Lerkoff. 'Our fu

nt. Do let me appoin

usalem!' replied

ssionally. There was an Ark with scrolls of the Law in the room, betiding a

t you, you infamou

ave to

a baptized police spy, posing as a P.P.S. I sup

all undec

u were the young man he was telling me of. I must fly.' The P. Z shook David's hand. 'Don't forget he's

he living present. Won't you

in expression; but his 'Be seated, sir-be seated; what can I do fo

to do for you,' he said blu

, it is in deadly danger. An excellent physician, but you know the Talmudical saying: "Hell awaits even the best of phy

zealous for Zion,'

sertions instead of the grand old laws. As if any human arrangement could equal

to restore them?'

of our Exile except a vision of the High Priest in his jewelled breastplate officiating again at the altar of our Holy Temple? Now at last the vision begins to

t see clearly!' he broke off. 'False prophets, colossally vain-may their names be blotted out!-confuse the foolish crowd. But the wheat is be

it demanded, he resumed: 'Territorialist traitors mislead the masses, but in

ing?' put in David impatient

ople with fever and famine on some savage shore. Bu

David aske

ever be realized, that only in its old home can Israel agai

from Denmark. And th

pplies to us. As the dove returned to the ark, as the swallow returns to

; 'but where is there room in

or the millions who came up at Passov

interposed, offerin

' the owl explained

he bravest revolutionary party in Russia he co

. Not that he behaves as such, opposing our candidate for the Duma! Three hundred and thirteen roubles,' he told the telephone

o do with the Parliament in R

'Three hundred and fifteen! What! Do you wa

tting at the waste of his day. 'I sha

to enlist him. The shopkeeper proved, however, so corpulent and bovine

said the f

with me; I'm a fighter myself.' He le

t!' cried th

told me that you were a Bundist,' he explained to the shopkeeper. 'And I came to me

' And as the corpulent man retired with an improbable alacrity, he continued gra

. 'You are t

I study Talmud and eat Kest (fr

er-in-law,' said David evasive

t smile. 'When he deals with that bourgeois at the telephone, I always egg him on to stand out for more and more, and m

embarrassment in explaining that headquarters to him meant Sam

temptuously. 'What have we to d

xclusively Jew

to help our fellow-working-men. But we are a Labour party, not a Jewish party. We have the whole Russian Revolution on our shoulders; how can we throw away our lives for the capitalists of t

third disconnected, but on their heels. With f

gressive Pole. He mistook David for a Zi

ellow-Poles-nay, we shall be allowed to become Poles ourselves. But you Zioni

pted the disconnected man. 'Why d

nalists! They are anti-Semites. I'd as s

tell you, Nathan, that only in the Progressive Democratic P

i-Semites,' David intervened despe

st, not unkindly. He added with a sneer: 'These gentlemen of

rly. 'And the Poles voted en bloc to kee

of the P.P.P. 'We are joining even the Clerical Parties of the Right for t

t.' Of the four great Labour Parties, he proceeded to recommend the P.S.D. as the most promising for David's purposes. 'No

lemen, since you must all see that the defence of our own lives

ere speaking. All explained elaborately that they had their own Party Funds, and wha

hance lies with the men of no Party, who

uch?' asked

augh greeted

dy told him. 'Our people

individualists?' cr

proprietor, encouraged by

he murmured to D

e me a subscription for

y so at first?' He put his hand in his pocket. 'That's my Party

o, he doesn't mean he's a J.E

w took his hand

. 'Why did you interfere? Perhaps my way ma

r shook his head. 'I belong also to the Promotion of E

ived,' said

pt aloof from Polish politics-a bourgeois cousin of his, Belchevsk

ist. David imprudently told him he had seen his fe

amer!' he screamed. 'He's worse than the hysterical

en more do we ne

e is to leave Russia

m Odessa for the south-sailed away every week, each bearing two thousand passengers, it would

rialist loo

uld receive us at the rate of two hundred thousa

onditional historic necessity which has created the I.T.O. may drive at what pace it will; enough

this lan

ution. No Socialism as that idiot Grodsky imagines.

t land i

ere are vi

out a lord and master, it would probably be a very ugly and sickly virgin. And, any

t-but merely to s

m asking for,' s

alled upon a tea-merchant quite unknown to him,

such materialistic measures. Let them put their trust in Cultur! To talk Hebrew-therein lay Israel's real

the Holy Land?' asked

e studied in the tongue of the Psalmist. All the rest is bourgeois Zionism. Polit

e with the Cho

d. We want Culture-not Agriculture; we want the evolu

red that Zionism was a caricature of true Nationalism, a

the Self-Defence of ou

soil. Your corps is a mere mo

that only in the League for the Advancement of Equal Rights lay the Jew's true security. It was

nd to the headache these innumerable Parties caused him. For, going into a chemist's shop for a powder, he was served by a

the old order. The reign of love is at hand, the brotherhood of man is beginning, and

er the powder. Even a partisan would be e

m is planned

see the protest even in the Australian Parliament? Look on your calendar; we h

ed hopelessl

great stove. Before even ordering dinner, he ma

The burly Jew laughed loud and he

as he was, the hereditary horror a

ughed. 'I've taken the cold-water cur

ther pious zanies. After all, you're an enlightened young man-a violinist, they tell me; you

n't inform?'

nt. If my own skin is safe, that doesn't mean I'm made of stone like th

mered the landlord. '

in Russia,' said the

rtively produce

nce!' chuckled the burly Jew. 'You might as well

rst really sympathetic hea

I

ish, Lockschen for soup, and Zrazy for joint) brought

with stalls and a grey, kaftaned crowd, amid which gleamed the blue blouses of the ungodly younger

ew religious charm or a witch's incantation. Crude political conversations broke out am

new hammer stayed to

rust in the Consti

Cadets? Give m

zar.' (This came from the Rabbi's wife, w

zin! Put not your

own the text-quoter-a f

neered. 'We Jews will have no

upted a girl with a laundry basket. 'W

only--' interrupted

rights to all nationalities?' interrupted a

k how the Bundists have betrayed us. First they were bone of our b

n the stall. 'There is only one party to t

y hissed the Republican yo

dle). 'Violence leads to naught. Even the Viborg Manifesto was

blacksmith. 'A Jew ally himself wit

efore him like dogs. The member of the P.P.R. crawled under a barrow. Even t

Regeneration for you till you have the courage to lea

Maximalist,' s

. I merely want the minimum

r, at least, Holy Russia. Crushed by such an excess of Christianity, David wandered round the market-place, looking into

to you,' c

ays,' rejoined th

seen their like torn limb from limb. 'But have

we Chassidim have no fear. Our wonder-rabbi, who has

red before him

n the last pogrom,' said David brutall

Go for a soldier! When the Rebbe

sia, but to save us from Russi

ler in horror. 'Never will I join with

ct afresh. The lounger shook his head. 'You may persuade that foolish Chassid,' said he, 'but you cannot expect the rest of us t

f-Defence was unnecessary in his case, as his sect was scarcely regarded by the authorities as Jewish. There were other motley Jews living round the market-place-a Lithuanian, who refused to co-operate with the Polish 'sweet-tooths,' and who was in turn st

I

the multiplex chatter which accompanies the exodus of cramped and muted pupils, the normal elements of joyousness, of horse-play, of individual freakishness, were absent. It was a common agitation that loosed all these little tongu

the lad's tirade against the 'autocracy of the school director' and the 'bureaucratic method

an!' he crie

!' replied the

lutionary, eh?' s

to the Junior Bund,' r

not so peac

him. He blushed furiously, and hung hi

boy, slapping his shoulder consolingly. 'We

a single figure, a bulging-headed lad who had sprung into a sudden position of eminence-upon an egg-box. He was clothed in t

of yours, but even in those old days there was the same brutal autocracy. Y

mbers of the Junior Bund waved their satchels frenzie

ree with him,

Comrade Berl. But this fellow is popular because he

the only way of impressing the proletarian psychology. You must

hildish treble. But the frown on the b

a lesson to your elders, too. Only by applying the Marxian ph

ood beside the agitator. 'Marx is an old fogey!' he shouted. 'What's the good

red the orator. 'Comrade

yme. 'You know Schmerl's a mere milk

even beyond the Five Freedoms the boyco

shrieked, 'it will be neither by the Fivefold Formula of Freedom nor by the Fourfold Suffrage, but by the Integralists, who alon

l ignominy. But the storm was now launched. A score of the schoolboys burst into passionate

t, prodigies of eloquence and holy learning, so it now had its precocious politicians and its premature sociologists. He was tempted for a moment to try his recruiting spells upon the juvenile Integral

e. He sat down, and began to write a melancholy Report to Headquarters, but a mysterious and persistent knocking prevented any con

ed at the footsteps

ly I,' s

a cellar strewn with iron bars, instrumen

vodka,' said Dav

fortifying the cellar-als

rona?' s

e effective form than yo

the little Bundist had an extra chance. After all, he had achieved something, he would save some li

rim smile that the Octobrists had excluded Jews from their meetings. That reminded him of Erbstein the Banker, who had bidden him put his trust in them. Would the Banker be more susceptib

f the owlish Mizrachi, his visit

epaired again to the house w

's door it opened suddenly

enter this house again.' And he banged the d

ur pardon

David politely. 'I was just

endish temper. He cannot

not had a serio

cannot understand that Zionism

kno

hen you can understand how I have su

ou now, if

elf-respecting Jew can b

husiasm for Russian politics and world politics he was n

, soothed by the prospect of airing his theories. 'We will go to Friedman's inn-

ruits. 'But before we talk of your Party I want to ask

n's face gre

not join any o

sn't a Part

a P

N

have a Co

but o

Branc

ly, but

Party

ney is

onfere

se, but

read Re

unl

you are

no. I want a

sider anything else. Our Party-Day falls next

avid desperatel

rely impromptu in the debate. Our Referat-speakers need at least two hours apiece. We did n

is there t

uestion of Jewish autonomy in the Russian Parliament-that is our great principle. Moreover, as a comparatively new Party, we have yet to thresh out our relations to all the existing Parties. With which shall we form blocs

' David ins

the Resurrectionists-our work is an unconditional hi

in a cloud of cigarette-smoke near the stove. In one of the four David recognised the tea-merchant of the morning, but the tea-merchant seemed to have no recollection of David. He wa

the dream

xed to be derided before his new acquaintance

ad-Haam's philosophy. Then they would understand that their strivings are bound to lead t

ial-proletariat practice you Sejmists have altogether lost the theory. Conversely the S.S.'s have sacrificed territorial pr

you speak for?'

mocratic Artisan Party of Ru

ewest?' inquir

scene of our social regeneration, it is bec

ee that our Conference will have to

on. Have we not of ourselves severed our relations with t

ctacled neighbour. 'Or perhaps you misconceive the genetic moments of your own progra

say--' began

ecessities? We subsume the Conservative elements of the Spojnia Narodowa National League and of the Party of

Polish Party--

king at once. Through the chaos a thin piping voice penetrated clearly. It came from the fou

me to tell you, friend Witsky, that your programme needs unification: it sta

vid, 'if you sympathize with all Parties, you

phic critic equally dis

ay sit and make smoke-rings till the Messiah comes, but I assure you ther

ndeed, the Resurrectionist had forgot

rkening streets, his every nerve quivering, it seemed to him as if the alphabet had only to be thrown about like dice to give always the name of some Party or other. He had a nightmare vision of bristling sects and pullulating factions, each with its Councils, Federations, Funds, Conferences, P

ural that each man should grope towards his separate ray of light. The Russian, too, was equally bewildered, and per

em to-day as co-workers would not reject them when the cause was won? Perhaps there was no hope outside preserving their own fullest identity. Poor bewil

l? He might offend one by omitting or miscalling it; they formed and re-formed like clouds on the blue. A new Party, too, might spring up overnight. He might give deadly affront by ignoring this Jonah's gourd. Even as he thus mused

cated a people for so primitive and savage a function; too set in the moulds of an ancient scholastic civilization, so that, even when Action was attempted, it was turned and frozen into Philosophy? Or was it rather that eighteen centuries of poring over the Talmud had unfitted them for Action, not merely because the habit of applying the whole brain-force to religious minuti? led to a similar intellectualizat

y remained standing. The men of to-day had merely substituted for the world of the past the world of the future, and so there had arisen logically-perfect structures of Zionism without Zion, Jewish Socialism without a Jewish social order, Labour Parti

ke a child to the familiar study-house of his youth, to the Beth Hamedrash where the greybeards pored over the great worm-eaten folios, and the youths rocked in their expository incantations. There lay the magic world of fantasy and legend that had been his people's true home, that had kept them sane and cheerful through eighteen centuries of tragedy-a watertight world into which no drop of outer reality could

for the Holy Law; the world had been created merely that the Law might be studied; new lights upon its words and letters were the only things that could matter to a sensible soul. Time and again he had raged against the artificiality of this quietist cosmos, accusing it of his people's paralysis, but to-night every fibre of him yearned for this respite from the harsh reality. He rummaged his memory for 'news'-for theological i

you of?' they c

overnor, Self-Defence was made ridiculous. No Machiavellian paraphernalia of agents provocateurs, no hooligans with false grey beards, masqu

ses, David felt grimly that an economic Providence had

e preferred to climb to the roof, from which with the aid of a small glass, he had a clear view of the cordon drawn round the doomed quarter. A ricoch

reamed of Maccabean deeds. The new conscript, in the uniform of

ll! But have you forgotten there is still one form of Samooborona

triots and the lovers of Zion and the lovers of mankind; silent the bourgeois and the philosophers, the timber-merchants and the horse-dealers, the bankers and the Bundists; silent the Socialists and the Democrats; sil

l historic necessity

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