but there, in the land of the patriarchs, the Jews lead a patriarchal life; they till the soil themselves; they guard the sheep themselves, and live in godly piety. There Judaism shows itself in its full richness and greatness, only there can one understand what a moral, religious people the Jews are and how clean and simple is the life they lead--there the Jewish holidays are celebrated in all their holiness. There he would see with the same eyes and feel with the same emotions the Jewish Passover, the Jewish Sabbath, the Jewish holiday, as long ago, when he was a child and lived in the house of his father and mother. The doctor hid deep in his heart the secret that he had found Palestine as one hides a great treasure. He was afraid to confide it to his family. He became more restful and sure of himself. He no longer sat locked up in his cabinet whole nights long. He went no longer to the club; he began to eat together with his children; he even became very kind to his wife. A sort of hidden joy smiled out of his eyes, and no one knew what it was, just as no one knew the cause of the doctor’s sudden change of habits. He wanted to share his secret with Solomon--the boy would understand the happiness the doctor had found, and he needed it as much as the doctor himself. This would be good for the child, even heal him, the doctor thought--and why not go there with the child after all? He resolved to speak to Solomon about it. And as his custom was not to leave anything undone till tomorrow, he wanted to speak at once, and entered the room where the boy sat over a book preparing his lesson. Without much ado, he patted the boy on the shoulder and said to him: “Solomon, what do you think of Palestine?” The boy opened wide his eyes and looked at the doctor in wonder. “What made you think of this, papa?” “Why not?” It was soon seen that the boy had been interested in Palestine for a long time. He was organizing a student’s Zionist Circle and knew of all that was going on in Palestine, even to the name of all the Jewish colonies. The father was beside himself with joy, and continued to pat the boy’s shoulders. “Would you like to go with me to Palestine?” The boy looked at him in wonder. “Do you really mean it, papa?” “Of course, Solomon, of course. Don’t you see that I am being stifled here? What have I got here?”--The doctor wanted to get rid of all that had tortured him of late. He soon restrained himself, however, and ended his words, half-laughingly: “Of course, of course, Solomon. The Jews there are great, fine--That is the place for Jewish life.” The doctor grew excited. “And you will go with me?” “Of course I will go with you,” the child answered. “Even if mama and the older children remain here?” “Let them remain if they like this place better,” the child replied. “I want to be there where Jews are equal to others; where Jews are free.”