From the Heart of Israel: Jewish Tales and TypesDrachman, Bernard
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From the Heart of Israel: Jewish Tales and Types
Drachman, Bernard
Jewish folk literature; Jewish legends; Jews -- Folklore; Jews -- Social life and customs; Tales -- Israel
“I read the note through two or three times. Its contents seemed to burn
themselves with letters of fire into my brain. I looked at the General.
He did not say anything and appeared deeply agitated. At last I forced
myself to address him, and my voice sounded strangely harsh and metallic
as I spoke:
“‘What is to be done in this matter, your Excellency?’ I said.
“‘My dear boy,’ said the General, and the true note of sympathy rang in
his voice, ‘I sent in my report over a month ago, and, not receiving any
answer, I thought everything was well and that I could go ahead. I did
not think this would happen. There is only one thing that you can do.
You must go and have yourself baptized in the orthodox faith, or else
you can receive neither your certificate nor your appointment, and your
career is at an end.’
“‘But how about this evening’s affair?’ I said, and the whole world
seemed reeling about me. ‘Am I not to receive my certificate? Am I not
to deliver my valedictory?’
“‘Strictly speaking, you should not be permitted to do either,’ said the
General, and his voice sounded even more sympathetic than before; ‘but I
should be sorry to see you suffer public humiliation. I will tell you
what I can do. If you will promise me that to-morrow you will go and be
baptized, I will accept your word of honor and you shall receive your
certificate and deliver your address. But you must answer me at once,’
and he glanced at his watch, ‘for the hour is growing late and the
proceedings must soon begin.’
“My brain seemed to become paralyzed and to lose all power of thought as
I listened to the General’s words, kindly spoken, but, oh, so bitter to
me. My heart struck at my breast as though it would burst its confines.
I longed to give the answer the General desired, but the figure of my
dying father, lying outstretched upon his couch of suffering, rose
suddenly before me; again I saw his pale face and blood-stained
bandages, and again I heard his faint voice saying, ‘Above all, my son,
never forget that you are a Jew, and never permit anything to swerve you
from your faithfulness to the holy traditions of our religion and
people’—and I could not.
“‘I cannot give you that promise now, your Excellency,’ I said, in a
broken voice, whose agonized groaning was perceptible even to me. ‘I
must have time to think over the matter.’
“‘In that case,’ said the General, and his voice sounded distinctly
harder, ‘I must ask you to leave the hall, where your presence has
become improper; and any time you are ready to take the necessary steps
you can notify me, and I will see to it that you receive your
certificate and appointment.’
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