Children of the Ghetto

bondage. Nein, I vill be more dan Moses, for he had not de gift of eloquence.'

'And he was the meekest man that ever lived,' added Wolf.

'Yes, he was a fool-man,' said Pinchas imperturbably. 'I agree with Goethe-nur Lumpen sind bescheiden, only clods are modaist. I am not modaist. Is the Almighty modaist? I know, I feel vat I am, vat I can do.'

'Look here, Pinchas, you're a very clever fellow, I know, and I'm very glad to have you with us-but remember I have organized this movement for years, planned it out as I sat toiling in Belcovitch's machine-room, written on it till I've got the cramp, spoken on it till I was hoarse, given evidence before innumerable Commissions. It is I who have stirred up the East-End Jews and sent the echo of their cry into Parliament, and I will not be interfered with. Do you hear?'

'Yes, I hear. Vy you not listen to me? You no understand vat I mean!'

'Oh, I understand you well enough. You want to oust me from my position.'

'Me? Me?' repeated the poet in an injured and astonished tone. 'Vy midout you de movement vould crumble like a mummy in de air; be not such a fool-man. To everybody I haf said-ah, dat Simon Wolf he is a great man, a vair great man; he is de only man among de English Jews who can save de East-End; it is he that should be member for Vitechapel-not that fool-man Gideon. Be not such a fool-man! Haf anoder glaz sherry and some more ham-sandwiches.' The poet had a simple child-like delight in occasionally assuming the host.

'Very well, so long as I have your assurance,' said the mollified labor-leader, mumbling the conclusion of the sentence into his wine-glass. 'But you know how it is! After I have worked the thing for years, I don't want to see a drone come in and take the credit.'

'Yes, sic vos non vobis, as the Talmud says. Do you know I haf proved that Virgil stole all his ideas from the Talmud?'

'First there was Black and then there was Cohen-now Gideon, M.P., sees he can get some advertisement out of it in the press, he wants to preside at the meetings. Members of Parliament are a bad lot!'

'Yes-but dey shall not take de credit from you. I will write and expose dem-the world shall know what humbugs dey are, how de whole wealthy West-End stood idly by with her hands in de working-men's pockets while you vere building up de great organization. You know all de jargon-papers jump at vat I write, dey sign my name in vair large type-Melchitsedek Pinchas-under every ting, and I am so pleased with deir homage, I do not ask for payment, for dey are vair poor. By dis time I am famous everywhere, my name has been in de evening papers, and ven I write about you to de Times, you vill become as famous as me. 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. Ve vill start a fund.'

'We can't start funds for ourselves.'

'Be not a fool-man; of course not. You for me, I for you.'

'You won't get much,' said Simon, laughing ruefully at the idea.

'Tink not? Praps not. But you vill for me. Ven I am in Parliament, de load vill be easier for us both. Besides I vill go to de Continent soon to give avay de rest of de copies of my book. I expect to make dousands of pounds by it-for dey know how to honor scholars and poets abroad. Dere dey haf not stupid-head stockbrokers like Gideon, M.P., ministers like the Reverend Elkan Benjamin who keep four mistresses, and Rabbis like Reb Shemuel vid long white beards outside and emptiness vidin who sell deir daughters.'

'I don't want to look so far ahead,' said Simon Wolf. 'At present, what we have to do is to carry this strike through. Once we get our demands from the masters a powerful blow will have been struck for the emancipation of ten thousand working-men. They will have more money and more leisure, a little less of hell and a little more of heaven. The coming Passover would, indeed, be an appropriate festival even for the most heterodox among them if we could strike oft their chains in the interim. But it seems impossible to get unity among them-a large section appears to mistrust me, though I swear to you, Pinchas, I am actuated by nothing but an unselfish desire for their good. May this morsel of sandwich choke me if I have ever been swayed by anything but sympathy with their wrongs. And yet you saw that malicious pamphlet that was circulated against me in Yiddish-silly, illiterate scribble.'

'Oh, no!' said Pinchas. 'It was vair beautiful; sharp as de sting of de hornet. But vat can you expect? Christ suffered. All great benefactors suffer. Am I happy? But it is only your own foolishness that you must tank if dere is dissension in de camp. De Gomorah says ve muz be vize, chocham, ve muz haf tact. See vat you haf done. You haf frighten avay de ortodox fool- men. Dey are oppressed, dey sweat-but dey tink deir God make dem sweat. Why you tell dem, no? Vat mattairs? Free dem from hunger and tirst first, den freedom from deir fool-superstitions vill come of itself. Jeshurun vax fat and kick? Hey? You go de wrong vay.'

'Do you mean I'm to pretend to be froom,' said Simon Wolf.

'And ven? Vat mattairs? You are a fool, man. To get to de goal one muz go crooked vays. Ah, you have no stadesmanship. You frighten dem. You lead processions vid bands and banners on Shabbos to de Shools. Many who vould be glad to be delivered by you tremble for de heavenly lightning. Dey go not in de procession. Many go when deir head is on fire- afterwards, dey take fright and beat deir breasts. Vat vill happen? De ortodox are de majority; in time dere vill come a leader who vill be, or pretend to be, ortodox as veil as socialist. Den vat become of you? You are left vid von, two, tree ateists-not enough to make Minyan. No, ve muz be chocham, ve muz take de men as ve find dem. God has made two classes of men-vise- men and fool-men. Dere! is one vise-man to a million fool-men-and he sits on deir head and dey support him. If dese fool-men vant to go to Shool and to fast on Yom Kippur, vat for you make a feast of pig and shock dem, so dey not believe in your socialism? Ven you vant to eat pig, you do it here, like ve do now, in private. In public, ve spit out ven ve see pig. Ah, you are a fool-man. I am a stadesman, a politician. I vill be de Machiavelli of de movement.'

'Ah, Pinchas, you are a devil of a chap,' said Wolf, laughing. 'And yet you say you are the poet of patriotism and Palestine.'

'Vy not? Vy should we lif here in captivity? Vy we shall not have our own state-and our own President, a man who combine deep politic vid knowledge of Hebrew literature and de pen of a poet. No, let us fight to get back our country-ve vill not hang our harps on the villows of Babylon and veep-ve vill take our swords vid Ezra and Judas Maccabaeus, and-'

'One thing at a time, Pinchas,' said Simon Wolf. 'At present, we have to consider how to distribute these food-tickets. The committee-men are late; I wonder if there has been any fighting at the centres, where they have been addressing meetings.'

'Ah, dat is anoder point,' said Pinchas. 'Vy you no let me address meetings-not de little ones in de street, but de great ones in de hall of de Club? Dere my vords vould rush like de moundain dorrents, sveeping avay de corruptions. But you let all dese fool-men talk. You know, Simon, I and you are de only two persons in de East-End who speak Ainglish properly.'

'I know. But these speeches must be in Yiddish.'

'Gewiss. But who speak her like me and you? You muz gif me a speech to- night.'

'I can't; really not,' said Simon. 'The programme's arranged. You know they're all jealous of me already. I dare not leave one out.'

'Ah, no; do not say dat!' said Pinchas, laying his finger pleadingly on the side of his nose.

'I must.'

'You tear my heart in two. I lof you like a brother-almost like a voman. Just von!' There was an appealing smile in his eye.

'I cannot. I shall have a hornet's nest about my ears.'

'Von leedle von, Simon Wolf!' Again his finger was on his nose.