David was the strangest and most mysterious-looking figure in the
"Gasse," which was anyhow only too full of such people--for when plants
are kept in the dark they are apt to take eccentric forms. He was the
son of the former rabbi of the town. Even in his boyhood he had been the
pride and delight of his father, and indeed of the whole community. His
bright young intelligence was early able to comprehend the secrets of
the Talmud, its subtleties and riddles, and the boy was looked upon with
wondering admiration by all. For, pale and delicate as he was, the Jews
of Barnow believed that he would live to become a great scribe, learned
in the Scriptures. So they forgave his hastiness and fits of passion.
In course of time the old rabbi died, and left his widow and only child
nothing but his great library and the love of the whole congregation.
The community did what they could for the widow and orphan, or rather
did what they thought proper and necessary. David and his mother were
allowed to remain in the small back rooms of their old house, and the
front rooms were given to the new rabbi. It was right and fitting that
it should be so, but it wounded the child's feelings. David no longer
heard the words of praise that he had been accustomed to, although he
deserved them more and more every day; so he became ever more defiant,
and was consequently very much disliked. It happened one day that he
excelled the rabbi in his interpretation of a passage of the Talmud, and
afterward told different people that he had done so, and thus made an
enemy in the community. He was now as much disliked as he had once been
praised. His position grew unbearable. But as long as his mother lived,
he remained at Barnow. She was the only person he obeyed, and she alone
could sometimes bring a smile to the grave, sad face of her son. One
morning soon after her death, which happened when he was fifteen, David
disappeared. No one knew what had become of him. He was soon forgotten,
and was only spoken of now and then as the late rabbi's son, a wise and
learned youth, but wicked and wrong-headed to an extraordinary degree.
He remained away for twelve long years.
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