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Updated: June 29, 2025
You know little Sampson he came to report the boot-strike for The Flag of Judah. I got into conversation with him a rank pork-gorger. He believes with me that Nature makes herself." But Zussmann was scarcely eating, much less listening. "You have given me a new scheme, Hulda," he said, with exaltation. "I will send my book to the leading English Jews yes, especially to the ministers.
But Hulda, although she now accepted illogically the Red Beadle's honey in various shapes, did not appear to progress as much as the Idea, or as the new book which she stimulated Zussmann to start for its further propagation.
In the course of the next fortnight seventeen of the recipients acknowledged the receipt with formal thanks, four sent the shilling mentioned on the cover, and one sent five shillings. This last depressed Zussmann more than all the others. "Does he take me for a Schnorrer?" he said, almost angrily, as he returned the postal order.
They jested and laughed, as light of heart as the excited children on the staircases who assisted at the function. "My Idea has raised me nearer heaven," said Zussmann. That night, after the Red Beadle had screwed up the four-poster, he allowed himself to be persuaded to stay to supper. He had given up the habit as soon as Zussmann's finances began to fail.
"No, but it is the brotherhood of humanity." "Bother the brotherhood of humanity, Frau Herz!" said the Red Beadle gruffly. He glanced round the denuded room. "The important thing is that you will now be able to have a few delicacies." "I?" Hulda opened her eyes wide. "Who else? What I earn is for all of us." "God bless you!" said Zussmann; "but you have enough to do to keep yourself."
"You see my wife my wife is ill," stammered Zussmann. "So she doesn't drink it." "Hum!" said Cohen. "Well, you might oblige me then. I have so much left over every day, it makes my reputation turn quite sour. Do, do me a favor and let me send you up a can of the leavings every night. For nothing, of course; would I talk business on the Sabbath? I don't like to be seen pouring it away.
His own look met hers, and for a moment husband and wife were one in a spiritual ecstasy. Then the light in Hulda's eyes went out, and the two men were left in darkness. The Red Beadle turned away and left Zussmann to his dead, and, with scalding tears running down his cheek, pulled up the cotton window blind and gazed out unseeing into the night.
But at last Hulda grew too ill to stir out, and Zussmann, still out of employment, was driven to look about him for help. Charities enough there were in the Ghetto, but to charity, as to work, one requires an apprenticeship. He knew vaguely that there were persons who had the luck to be ill and to get broths and jellies.
"But they have not been punished for nothing!" cried Zussmann, setting down his fork in excitement. "They have denied their greatest son. For, as He said in Matthew, 'I come to fulfil the Law of Moses, Did not all the Prophets, His predecessors, cry out likewise against mere form and sacrifice? Did not the teachers in Israel who followed Him likewise insist on a pure heart and a sinless soul?
Also, being unable to leave his wife's bedside, Zussmann would do the work at home below the Union rates prevalent in public. So, trade being brisk, the Gabbai relented and bargained, and the Red Beadle sped to his friend's abode and flew up the four flights of stairs. "Good news!" he cried. "The Gabbai wants another hand, and he is ready to take you." "Me?"
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