"They all agreed that the idea was a good one, and then partook with
lightened hearts of the feast which was to strengthen them for their
fast on the Day of Atonement. Dusk began to fall. The synagogue was
lighted up with numerous wax-candles, and the whole community hastened
there with a broken and a contrite heart to confess their sins before
God; for at that solemn fast we meet to pray to the Judge of all men to
be gracious to us, and of His mercy to forgive us our trespasses. The
women were all dressed in white, and the men in white grave-clothes.
Chaim Gruenstein and his household were there to humble themselves before
the Lord, and among them was the poor fugitive, who was trembling in
every limb with fear lest he should fall into the hands of his enemies.
"All were assembled, and divine service was about to begin. Little
Mendele had placed the flat of his hand upon his throat in order to
bring out the first notes of the 'Kol-Nidra' with fitting tremulousness,
when he was interrupted by a disturbance at the door. The entrance of
the synagogue was beset by the Graf's men-at-arms, and Herr Wollmann was
seen walking up the aisle between the rows of seats. The intruder
advanced until he stood beside the ark of the covenant and quite close
to little Mendele, who drew back in terror, but the elders of the
congregation came forward with quiet humility.
"'I know that the young man is here,' said Wollmann; 'will you give him
up now?'
"The men were silent.
"'Very well,' continued the _mandatar_, 'I see that kindness has no
effect upon you. I will arrest him after service when you leave the
synagogue. And I warn you that both he and you shall have cause to
remember this evening. But now, don't let me disturb you; go on with
your prayers. I have time to wait.'
"A silence as of death reigned in the synagogue. It was at length broken
by a shrill cry from the women's gallery. The whole congregation was at
first stupefied with fear. But after a time every one began to regain
his self-command, and to raise his eyes to God for help. Without a word
each went back to his seat.
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