The city without Jews : $b A novel of our timeBettauer, Hugo
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The city without Jews : $b A novel of our time
Bettauer, Hugo
Antisemitism -- Austria -- Fiction; Jews -- Austria -- Fiction
The condition of the jewelers was the worst of all. Most of them
had been Jews and had therefore been forced to leave; and now their
business was being conducted by former petty watch-repairers and other
doubtless very estimable individuals who, however, had no connections
whatever with the Dutch precious stone market, (which is almost
exclusively in Jewish hands,) and who therefore were thoroughly taken
in at every purchase. Finally buying abroad stopped altogether, for the
demand for jewelry disappeared entirely, while the number of those who
were forced to sell increased constantly. Slowly but surely most of
the jewelry belonging to Austrians travelled to neighboring countries,
to England, France, and America; but even there the jewelers who were
the agents for this export trade had to suffer. If a dealer bought a
rope of pearls today from a private owner for ten billion kronen, and
soon after deposited it on the neck of an American woman in exchange
for thirty billion, he imagined that he had put through a splendid
deal, celebrated the joyous occasion with wine, sang the praises of Dr.
Schwertfeger, and bought a fat goose, (which no longer was the special
privilege of the Jews). But before he had digested the rich goose-liver
his thirty billions were not worth as much as the ten he had spent, and
he had no more money for further purchases.
So it was not at all surprising that the Yuletide brought a wave of
embitterment and discontent to Vienna, and that the customary noise and
merriment of the New Year’s Eve celebration was stifled under a blanket
of ill temper and discouragement.
If the Chancellor had heard the conversation that occurred during
Christmas week between Herr Habietnik, owner of the huge department
store in the Kärtnerstrasse, and Herr Mauler, proprietor of the large
jewelry establishment on the Graben, his wrath would have waxed even
greater.
Sitting in the Grabencafé, Herr Habietnik and Herr Mauler were
grumbling about the miserable Christmas business, which would surely
seal the ruin of thousands of business men. Suddenly Herr Habietnik
leaned over toward Herr Mauler and told him of a dream he had had the
night before.
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