"Dear me, why didn"t you come to the point quicker? The congregation wishes to beg my acceptance of office. Well, it"s very good of you all, especially as I"m such a recent addition. But I really feel a diffidence. You see, my views of the Sabbath clash with those of the congregation."
"They do!" cried Barzinsky, leaping at his opportunity.
"Yes, I am for a much stricter observance than appears general here.
Scarcely one of you carries his handkerchief tied round his loins like my poor old father, peace be upon him! You all carry the burden of it impiously in a pocket."
"I never noticed _your_ handkerchief round your waist!" cried the bewildered Barzinsky.
"Perhaps not; I never had a cold; it remained furled."
Simeon Samuels" superb insolence twitched Barzinsky"s mouth agape.
"But you keep your shop open!" he cried at last.
"That would be still another point of clashing," admitted Simeon Samuels blandly. "Altogether, you will see the inadvisability of my accepting office."
"Office!" echoed Barzinsky, meeting the other"s ironic fence with crude thwacks. "Do you think a G.o.d-fearing congregation would offer office to a Sabbath-breaker?"
"Ah, so that was at the back of it. I suspected something underhand in your offer. I was to be given office, was I, on condition of closing my shop on Sat.u.r.day? No, Mr. Barzinsky. Go back and tell those who sent you that Simeon Samuels scorns stipulations, and that when you offer to make him _Parna.s.s_ unconditionally he may consider your offer, but not till then. Good-bye. You must jog along with your present apology for a _Parna.s.s_."
"You--you Elisha ben Abuyai!" And, consoled only by the aptness of his reference to the atheist of the Talmud, Barzinsky rushed off to tell the _Parna.s.s_ how Simeon Samuels had insulted them both.
XIII
The _Parna.s.s_, however, was not to be drawn yet. He must keep himself in reserve, he still insisted. But perhaps, he admitted, Simeon Samuels resented mere private members or committeemen. Let the _Gabbai_ go.
Accordingly the pompous treasurer of the synagogue strode into the notorious shop on the Sabbath itself, catching Simeon Samuels red-handed.
But nothing could be suaver than that gentleman"s "Good _Shabbos_.
What can I do for you?"
"You can shut up your shop," said the _Gabbai_ brusquely.
"And how shall I pay your bill, then?"
"I"d rather give you a seat and all the honours for nothing than see this desecration."
"You must have a goodly surplus, then."
"We have enough."
"That"s strange. You"re the first _Gabbai_ I ever knew who was satisfied with his balance-sheet. Is it your excellent management, I wonder, or have you endowments?"
"That"s not for me to say. I mean we have five or six hundred pounds in legacies."
"Indeed! Soundly invested, I hope?"
"First-cla.s.s. English Railway Debentures."
"I see. Trustee stock." Simeon Samuels stroked his beard. "And so your whole congregation works on the Sabbath. A pretty confession!"
"What do you mean?"
"Runs railway trains, lights engine-fires, keeps porters and signal-men toiling, and pockets the profits!"
"Who does?"
"You, sir, in particular, as the financial representative of the congregation. How can any Jew hold industrial shares in a heathen country without being a partner in a Sabbath business--ay, and opening on the Day of Atonement itself? And it is you who have the audacity to complain of me! I, at least, do my own dirty work, not hide myself behind stocks and shares. Good _Shabbos_ to you, Mr. _Gabbai_, and kindly mind your own business in future--your locomotives and your sidings and your stinking tunnels."
XIV
The _Parna.s.s_ could no longer delay the diplomatic encounter. "Twas vain to accuse the others of tactlessness, and shirk the exhibition of his own tact. He exhibited it most convincingly by not informing the others that he was about to put it to a trial.
Hence he refrained from improving a synagogue opportunity, but sneaked one week-day towards the shop. He lingered without, waiting to be invited within. Thus all appearance of his coming to rebuke would be removed. His mission should pop up from a casual conversation.
He peeped into the window, pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed.
Simeon Samuels, aware of a fly hovering on the purlieus of his web, issued from its centre, as the _Parna.s.s_ turned his back on the shop and gazed musingly at the sky.
"Looks threatening for rain, sir," observed Simeon Samuels, addressing the back. "Our waterproofs---- Bless my soul, but it surely isn"t our _Parna.s.s_!"
"Yes, I"m just strolling about. I seem to have stumbled on your establishment."
"Lucky for me."
"And a pleasure for me. I never knew you had such a nice display."
"Won"t you come inside, and see the stock?"
"Thank you, I must really get back home. And besides, as you say, it is threatening for rain."
"I"ll lend you a waterproof, or even sell you one cheap. Come in, sir--come in. Pray honour me."
Congratulating himself on catching the spider, the fly followed him within.
A quarter of an hour pa.s.sed, in which he must buzz about the stock. It seemed vastly difficult to veer round to the Sabbath through the web of conversation the spider wove round him. Simeon Samuels" conception of a marine-dealer"s stock startled him by its comprehensiveness, and when he was asked to admire an Indian shawl, he couldn"t help inquiring what it was doing there.
"Well," explained Simeon Samuels, "occasionally a captain or first mate will come back to England, home, and beauty, and will have neglected to buy foreign presents for his womenkind. I then remind him of the weakness of womenkind for such trophies of their menfolks"
travel."
"Excellent. I won"t tell your compet.i.tors."
"Oh, those cattle!" Simeon snapped his fingers. "If they stole my idea, they"d not be able to carry it out. It"s not easy to cajole a captain."
"No, you"re indeed a honeyed rascal," thought the _Parna.s.s_.
"I also do a brisk business in chutney," went on Simeon. "It"s a thing women are especially fond of having brought back to them from India.