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We must become better Jews, we must bring on Socialism, for the period of Socialism on earth and of peace and plenty and brotherly love is what all our prophets and great teachers meant by Messiah-times." A little murmur of dissent rose here and there, but Pinchas went on. "When Hillel the Great summed up the law to the would-be proselyte while standing on one leg, how did he express it?
But a hand was extended in the nick of time the hand he had kissed and Pinchas was drawn back by the collar. 'You don't take your call yet, said the unruffled Kloot. 'Let me go! I must speak to the people. They must learn the truth. They think me, Melchitsedek Pinchas, guilty of this tohu-bohu! My sun will set. I shall be laughed at from the Hudson to the Jordan. 'Hush! Hush!
"The Rédacteur vill not redact long, hein?" he said presently. "He is a fool-man. If he work for nothing they think that is what he is worth. They are orthodox, he, he!" "But he is orthodox too," said little Sampson. "Yes," replied Pinchas musingly. "It is strange. It is very strange. I cannot understand him. Never in all my experience have I met another such man.
In vain Pinchas reminded the President they would need Collectors to make house to house calls; three other members were chosen to trisect the Ghetto. All felt the incongruity of hanging money bags at the saddle-bow of Pegasus. Whereupon Pinchas re-lit his cigar and muttering that they were all fool-men betook himself unceremoniously without.
And now I vill tell you joyful news. There is a maiden coming up to see you she is asking in the publisher's office oh such a lovely maiden!" Pinchas grinned all over his face, and was like to dig his editor in the ribs. "What maiden?" "I do not know; but vai-r-r-y beaudiful. Aha, I vill go. Have you not been good to me? But vy come not beaudiful maidens to me?"
Immediately an abortive blow from the poet's puny arm swished the air. Pinchas was roused, the veins on his forehead swelled, his heart thumped rapidly in his bosom. Wolf shook his knobby fist laughingly at the poet, who made no further effort to use any other weapon of offence but his tongue. "Hypocrite!" he shrieked. "Liar! Machiavelli! Child of the separation! A black year on thee!
De Haan immediately conceived a vast contemptuous admiration of the man. "You von't forget me," whispered Pinchas, buttonholing the editor at the first opportunity, and placing his forefinger insinuatingly alongside his nose. "You vill remember that I expect a commission on your salary."
The acolytes listened respectfully, and the beardless, blotchy-faced Mieses began to take importance in their eyes and to betray the importance he held in his own. 'Perhaps I, too, shall write a play one day, he said. 'My "M," too, makes "Master." 'It may be that you are destined to wear my mantle, said Pinchas graciously. Mieses looked involuntarily at the ill-fitting frock-coat.
The ideas you expound in the Jewish papers for the amelioration of the lot of our poor brethren are most statesmanlike. But these donkey-head English rich people what help can you expect from them? They do not even understand your plans. They have only sympathy with needs of the stomach." "You are right! You are right, Pinchas!" said Guedalyah, the greengrocer, eagerly.
In like manner did Melchitsedek Pinchas approach Hiram Lyons and Simon Gradkoski, the former a poverty-stricken pietist who added day by day to a furlong of crabbed manuscript, embodying a useless commentary on the first chapter of Genesis; the latter the portly fancy-goods dealer in whose warehouse Daniel Hyams was employed.
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