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At sight of the author he shied. 'Must skedaddle, Pin-cuss, he said apologetically, 'if we're to get anything into to-morrow's paper. Your people are so durned slow nearly eleven, and only two acts over. You'll have to brisk 'em up a bit. Good-bye. He shook the poet's hand and was off. With an inspiration Pinchas gave chase. He caught the Journalist just boarding a car.
And den you vill write about me ve vill put up for Vitechapel at de elections, ve vill both become membairs of Parliament, I and you, eh?" "I'm afraid there's not much chance of that," sighed Simon Wolf. "Vy not? Dere are two seats. Vy should you not haf de Oder?" "Ain't you forgetting about election expenses, Pinchas?" "Nein!" repeated the poet emphatically. "I forgets noding.
"Yes, then the rich will come to you," said Pinchas, intensely excited. "Ah! it is a great idea, like all yours. Yes, I will come, I will make a mighty speech, for my lips, like Isaiah's, have been touched with the burning coal. I will inspire all hearts to start the movement at once. I will write its Marseillaise this very night, bedewing my couch with a poet's tears.
His journey was slow, for a side street that he had to pass through 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.
He rebounded from it into the side-walk, and the stage-door closed upon his humiliation. He was left cursing in choice 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.
Pinchas spoke German which is an outlandish form of Yiddish and scarce understanded of the people, so that to be intelligible he had to divest himself of sundry inflections, and to throw gender to the winds and to say "wet" for "wird" and mix hybrid Hebrew and ill-pronounced English with his vocabulary.
Melchitsedek Pinchas invariably turned up at the meetings and smoked Schlesinger's cigars. All the members of the Council of the Co-operative Kosher Society spoke English volubly and more or less grammatically, but none had sufficient confidence in the others to propose one of them for editor, though it is possible that none would have shrunk from having a shot.
When he, Pinchas, walked in Victoria Park of a Sunday afternoon and heard the band play, the sound of a cornet always seemed to him, said he, like the sound of Bar Cochba's trumpet calling the warriors to battle. And when it was all over and the band played "God save the Queen," it sounded like the paean of victory when he marched, a conqueror, to the gates of Jerusalem.
'Ah, if Yvonne had only had such a snap! cried Melchitsedek Pinchas. 'To have jilted Lassalle and been died for! What an advertisement! 'It would have been on the bill, agreed the table. He asked if they thought Yvonne Rupert clever. 'Off the stage! There's nothing to her on, said Pinchas. The table roared as if this were a good joke. 'I dare say she would play my Ophelia as well as Mrs.
"Father," she said at last, in a gentle voice. "Did you call me, Hannah?" he asked, looking up. "Yes, dear. About this man, Pinchas." "Yes, Hannah." "I am sorry I spoke harshly of him, "Ah, that is right, my daughter. If he is poor and ill-clad we must only honor him the more. Wisdom and learning must be respected if they appear in rags.
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