'And these gentlemen must await you here,' said the President, tapping
his snuffbox incongruously at the 'here,' 'in order to continue the
sitting if you fail.'
'I can't wait more than a quarter of an hour,' grumbled various voices
in various keys.
Peleg departed nervously, upborne by the congregational esteem. He
returned without even his own. Instead he carried a bulky barometer.
'You must buy this for the synagogue, gentlemen,' he said. 'It will do
to hang in the lobby.'
The _Parnass_ was the only one left in command of his breath.
'Buy a barometer!' he gasped.
'Well, it isn't any good to _me_,' retorted Peleg angrily.
'Then why did you buy it?' cried the _Gabbai_.
'It was the cheapest article I could get off with.'
'But you didn't go to buy,' said the _Parnass_.
'I know that--but you come into the shop--naturally he takes you for a
customer--he looks so dignified; he strokes his beard--you can't look
a fool, you must----'
'Be one,' snapped the _Parnass_. 'And then you come to us to share the
expenses!'
'Well, what do I want with a barometer?'
'It'll do to tell you there's a storm when the chimney-pots are
blowing down,' suggested the _Parnass_ crushingly.
'Put it in your window--you'll make a profit out of it,' said Mendel.
'Not while Simeon Samuels is selling them cheaper, as with his Sabbath
profits he can well afford to do!'
'Oh, he said he'd stick to his Sabbath profit, did he?' inquired the
_Parnass_.
'We never touched on that,' said Peleg miserably. 'I couldn't manage
to work the Sabbath into the conversation.'
'This is terrible.' Barzinsky's fist smote the table. 'I'll go--let
him suspect my motives or not. The Almighty knows they are pure.'
'Bravo! Well spoken!' There was a burst of applause. Several
marine-dealers shot out their hands and grasped Barzinsky's in
admiration.
'Do not await me, gentlemen,' he said importantly. 'Go in peace.'
XII
'Good afternoon, Mr. Samuels,' said Solomon Barzinsky.
'Good afternoon, sir. What can I do for you?'
'You--you don't know me? I am a fellow-Jew.'
'That's as plain as the nose on your face.'
'You don't remember me from _Shool_? Mr. Barzinsky! I had the
rolling-up of the Scroll the time you had the elevation of it.'
'Ah, indeed. At these solemn moments I scarcely notice people. But I
am very glad to find you patronizing my humble establishment.'
'I don't want a barometer,' said Solomon hurriedly.
'That is fortunate, as I have just sold my last. But in the way of
waterproofs, we have a new pattern, very seasonable.'
'No, no; I didn't come for a waterproof.'
'These oilskins----'
'I didn't come to buy anything.'
'Ah, you wish to sell me something.'
'Not that either. The fact is, I've come to beg of you, as one Jew to
another----'
'A _Schnorrer_!' interrupted Simeon Samuels. 'Oh, Lord, I ought to
have recognised you by that synagogue beginning.'
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