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But far heavier than all these blows was Hulda's sudden illness, and though the returned trust-money came in handy to defray the expense of doctors, the outlook was not cheerful. But "I will become a hand myself," said Zussmann cheerfully.
It would pay me to pay you a penny a pint," he wound up emphatically. Zussmann accepted unsuspiciously, grateful to Providence for enabling him to benefit at once himself and his neighbor. He bore a can upstairs now and explained the situation to the shrewder Hulda, who, however, said nothing but, "You see the Idea commences to work.
When the Jews see he makes no profit by it, they will begin to consider it. If he did not have the burden of me he would not be tempted. He could go out more and find work farther afield. This must end I must die or be on my feet again soon." Zussmann came back, empty-handed and heavy-hearted. "Kiss me, my own life!" she cried. "I shall be better soon." He bent down and touched her hot, dry lips.
"They can do nothing to my husband; he is his own master, God be thanked; no one can turn him away." "They can insult him." Zussmann shook his head gently. "No one can insult me!" he said simply. "When a dog barks at me I pity it that it does not know I love it. Now draw to the table. The pickled herring smells well." But the Red Beadle was unconvinced.
"Now I see," she whispered, "why God did not send us children. We thought it was an affliction, but lo! it is that your Idea shall not be hindered." "The English Rabbis have not yet drawn attention to it," said Zussmann huskily. "All the better," replied Hulda. "One day it will be translated into English I know it, I feel it here." She touched her chest, and the action made her cough.
After the Beadle had been at work a day or two in the Gabbai's workshop, he broached the matter of a fellow-penitent, one Zussmann Herz, with no work and a bedridden wife. "That Meshummad!" He deserves all that God has sent him."
The Beadle himself could not understand it, knowing only the formal alphabet such as appears in books and scrolls, but the first peep at it which the proud Zussmann permitted him removed his last disrespect for the intellect of his master, without, however, removing the mystery of that intellect's aberrations.
"But, as Zussmann explains here, they threw the guilt upon the Jews, who were too afraid of the Romans to deny it." The Beadle pondered. "Once the Christians understand that," said Zussmann, pursuing his advantage, "they will stretch out the hand to us." The Beadle had a flash. "But how will the Christians read you? No Christian understands Hebrew." Zussmann was taken momentarily aback.
"As well say this boot made itself! The theory of Evolution only puts the mystery further back, and already in the Talmud we find " "Nature made the boot," interrupted the Red Beadle. "Nature made you, and you made the boot. But nobody made Nature." "But what is Nature?" cried Zussmann. "The garment of God, as Goethe says.
When the book first came out, didn't he though he sells secretly to the trade on Sabbath mornings call you an Epicurean?" "Worse," said Zussmann joyously, with a flash of recollection. He went out again, lightened and exalted. "Yes, the Idea works," he said, as he came out into the gray street. "The Brotherhood of the Peoples will come, not in my time, but it will come."
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