Tinowitz read the landlord's Hebrew note, and surveyed the suitor disapprovingly. And disapproval did not improve his face—a face in whose grotesque features David read a possible explanation of his surplus stock of daughters.
'I cannot say I am very taken with you,' the corn-factor said. 'Nor is it possible to give you my youngest daughter. I have other plans. Even the eldest——'
David waved his hand. 'I told my landlord as much. Am I a Talmud-sage that I should thus aspire? Forgive and forget myChutzpah(impudence)!'
'But the eldest—perhaps—with a smaller dowry——'
'To tell the truth,PanieTinowitz, it was the landlord who turned my head with false hopes. I came here not to promote marriages, but to prevent funerals!'
The corn-factor gasped, 'Funerals!'
'Apogromis threatened——'
'Open not your mouth to Satan!' reprimanded Tinowitz, growing livid.
'If you prefer silence and slaughter——' said David, with a shrug.
'It is impossible—here!'
'And why not here, as well as in the six hundred and thirty-eight other towns?'
'In those towns there must have been bad blood; here Jew and Russian live together like brothers.'
'Cain and Abel were brothers. There were many peaceful years while Cain tilled the ground and Abel pastured his sheep.'
The Biblical reference was more convincing to Tinowitz than a wilderness of arguments.
'Then, what do you propose?' came from his white lips.
'To form a branch of theSamooborona. You must first summon a meeting of householders.'
'What for?'
'For a general committee—and for the expenses.'
'But how can we hold a meeting? The police——'
'There's the synagogue.'
'Profane the synagogue!'
'Did not the Jews always fly to the synagogue when there was danger?'
'Yes, but to pray.'
'We will pray by pistol.'
'Guard your tongue!'
'Guard your daughters.'
'The Uppermost will guard them.'
'The Uppermost guards them through me, as He feeds them through you. For the last time I ask you, will you or will you not summon me a meeting of householders?'
'You rush like a wild horse. I thank Heaven you willnotbe my son-in-law.'
Tinowitz ended by demanding time to think it over. David was to call the next day.
When, after a sleepless night on the stove, he betook himself to the corn-factor's house, he found it barred and shuttered. The neighbours reported that Tinowitz had gone off on sudden business, taking his wife and daughters with him for a little jaunt.
The flight of Tinowitz brought two compensations, however. David was promoted from the stove to the bedroom. For the lodger he replaced had likewise departed hurriedly, and when it transpired that the landlord had betrothed this young man to the second of the Tinowitz girls, David divined that the corn-factor had made sure of a son-in-law. His other compensation was to find in the remaining bed a strapping young Jew named Ezekiel Leven, who had come up from an outlying village for the military lottery, and who proved to be a carl after his own heart. Half the night the young heroes planned the deeds of derringdo they might do for their people. Ezekiel Leven was indeed an ideal lieutenant, for he belonged to one of the rare farming colonies, and was already handy with his gun. He had even some kinsfolk in Milovka, and by their aid the Rabbi and a few householders were hurriedly prevailed upon to assemble in the bedroom on a business declared important. Ezekiel himself must,unfortunately, be away at the drawing, but he promised to hasten back to the meeting.
Each member strolled in casually, ordered a glass of tea, and drifted upstairs. The landlord, uneasily sniffing peril and profit, and dismally apprehending pistol lessons, left the inn to his wife, and stole up likewise to the fateful bedroom. Here, after protesting fearfully that they would ruin him by this conspirative meeting, he added that he was not out of sympathy with the times, and volunteered to stand sentinel. Accordingly, he was posted at the ragged window-curtain, where, with excess of caution, he signalled whenever he saw a Christian, in uniform or no. At every signal David's oratory ceased as suddenly as if it had been turned off at the main, and the gaberdined figures, distributed over the two beds and the one chair, gripped one another nervously. But David was used to oratory under difficulties. He lived on the same terms with the police as the most desperate criminals, and a foreigner who should have witnessed the secret meetings at which tactics were discussed, arms distributed, scouts despatched, and night-watches posted, would have imagined him engaged in a rebellion instead of in an attempt to strengthen the forces of law and order.
He had come to Milovka, he explained, to warn them that the Black Hundreds were soon to be loosed upon the Jewish quarter. But no longer must the Jew go like a lamb to the shambles. Too long, when smitten, had he turned the other cheek, only to get it smitten too. They must defend themselves. He was there to form a branch of theSamooborona. Browning revolvers must be purchased. The wood-choppers must be organized as a column of axe-bearers. Therewould be needed also an ambulance corps, with bandages, dressings, etc.
The shudder at the first mention of thepogromwas not so violent as that which followed the mention of bandages. Each man felt warm blood trickling down his limbs. To what end, then, had he escaped the conscription? The landlord at the window wiped the cold beads off his brow, and was surprised to find his hand not scarlet.
'Brethren,' Koski the timber-merchant burst out, 'this is a Haman in disguise. To hold firearms is the surest way of provoking——'
'I don't sayyoushall hold firearms!' David interrupted. 'It is your young men who must defend the town. But theKahal(congregation) must pay the expenses—say, ten thousand roubles to start with.'
'Ten thousand roubles for a few pistols!' cried Mendel the horse-dealer. 'It is a swindle.'
David flushed. 'We have to buy three pistols for every one we get safely into the town. But one revolver may save ten thousand roubles of property, not to mention your life.'
'It will end our lives, not save them!' persisted the timber-merchant. 'This is a plot to destroy us!'
A growl of assent burst from the others.
'My friends,' said David quietly. 'A plot to destroy you has already been hatched; the question is, are you going to be destroyed like rats or like men?'
'Pooh!' said the horse-dealer. 'This is not the first time we have been threatened, if not with death, at least with extra taxes; but we have always sentShtadlonim(ambassadors). We will make a collection, and the president of theKahalshall go at once to theGovernor, and present it to him'—here Mendel winked—'to enable him to take measures against thepogrom.'
'The Governor is in the plot,' said David.
'He can be bought out,' said the timber-merchant.
'Pogromsare more profitable than presents,' rejoined David drily. 'Let us rather prepare bombs.' A fresh shudder traversed the beds and the chairs, and agitated the window-curtain.
'Bombs! Presents!' burst forth the old Rabbi. 'These are godless instruments. We are in the hands of the Holy One—blessed be He! TheShomer(Guardian) of Israel neither slumbereth nor sleepeth.'
'Neither does theShochet(slaughterer) of Israel,' said David savagely.
'Hush! Epicurean!' came from every quarter at this grim jest; for theShomerand theShochetare the official twain of ritual butchery.
The landlord, seeing how the tide was turning, added, 'BrazenMarshallik(buffoon)!'
'I will appoint a day of fasting and prayer,' concluded the Rabbi solemnly.
A breath of reassurance wafted through the room. 'And I, Rabbi,' said Gütels the grocer, 'will supply the synagogue with candles to equal in length the graves of all your predecessors.'
'May thy strength increase, Gütels!' came the universal gratitude, and the landlord at the window-curtain drew a great sigh of relief.
'Still, gentlemen,' he said, 'if I may intrude my humble opinion—Reb Mendel's advice is also good. God is, of course, our only protection. But there can be no harm in getting,lehavdil(not to compare them), the Governor's protection too.'
'True, true.' And the faces grew still cheerier.
'In God's name, wake up!' David burst forth. 'InSamooboronalies your only salvation. Give the money to us, not to the Governor. We can meet and practise in your Talmud-Torah Hall!'
'The holy hall of study!' gasped the Rabbi. 'Given over to unlawful meetings!'
'The hooligans will meet there, if you don't,' said David grimly. 'Don't you see it is the safest place for us? The police associate it only with learned weaklings.'
'Hush, Haman!' said the timber-merchant, and rose to go. David's voice changed to passion; memories of things he had seen came over him as in a red mist: an old man scalped with a sharp ladle; a white-hot poker driven through a woman's eye; a baby's skull ground under a True Russian's heel. 'Bourgeois!' he thundered, 'I will save you despite yourselves.' The landlord signalled in a frenzy, but David continued recklessly, 'Will you never learn manli——'
They flung themselves upon him in a panic, and held him hand-gagged and struggling upon the bed.
Suddenly a new figure burst into the room. There was a blood-freezing instant in which all gave themselves up for lost. Their grip on David relaxed. Then the mist cleared, and they saw it was only Ezekiel Leven.
'Blessed art thou who comest!' cried David, jumping to his feet. 'You and I, Ezekiel, will save Milovka.'
'Alas!' Ezekiel groaned. 'I drew a low number—I go to fight for Russia.'
Fifteen thousand roubles were soon collected for the Governor, but even before they were presented to him the Rabbi, in mortal terror of that firebrand of a David, had rushed to inquire whether Self-Defence was legal, and might the Talmud-Torah Hall be legitimately used for drilling. Sharp came an order that Jews found with firearms or in conclave for non-religious purposes should be summarily shot. And so, when theShtadlonimarrived with the fifteen thousand roubles, the Governor was able to point out severely that if apogromdid occur they would have only themselves to blame. The Jews of Milovka had begun to carry pistols like revolutionaries; they planned illegal assemblies in halls; was it to be wondered at if the League of True Russians grew restive? However, he would do his best with these inadequate roubles to have extra precautions taken, but let them root out the evil weeds that had sprung up in their midst, else even his authority might be overborne by the righteous indignation of the loyal children of the Little Father. Tremblingly the Ambassadors crept back with their empty money-bags.
Poor David now found it impossible to get anybody to a meeting. His landlord had forbidden any more gatherings in the inn, and his original audience would have called as a deputation upon David to beg him to withdraw from the town, but that might have been considered a conspirative meeting. So one of the Ambassadors was sent to inform the landlord instead.
'Don't you think I've already ordered him off my premises?'
'But he is still here!'
'Alas! He threatens to shoot me—or anybody whomassers(informs),' said the poor landlord.
The Ambassador shivered.
'As if I would betray a brother-in-Israel!' added the landlord reproachfully.
'No, no—of course not,' said the Ambassador. 'These fellows are best left alone; they wear fuses under their waistcoats instead ofTsitsith(ritual fringes). Let us hope, however, a sudden death may rid us of him.'
'Amen,' said the landlord fervently.
Not that David had any reason for clinging to so squalid a hostel. But his blood was up, and he took a malicious pleasure in inflicting his perilous presence upon his prudential host.
Reduced now to buttonholing individuals, he consoled himself with the thought that the population was best tackled by units. One fool or coward was enough to infect or betray a whole gathering.
Still intent on the sinews of war, he sallied out after breakfast, and approached Erbstein the Banker. Erbstein held up his hands. 'But I've just given a thousand roubles to guard us from apogrom!'
'That was for the Governor. Give me only a hundred for Self-Defence.'
The Banker puffed tranquilly at his big cigar. 'But our rights are bound to come in the end. We can only get them gradually. Full rights now are nonsense—impossible. It is bad tactics to ask for what you cannot get. Only in common with Russia can our emancipation——'
'I am not talking of our rights, but of our lives.' David grew impatient.
Being a Banker, Erbstein never listened, though he invariably replied. His success in finance had made him an authority upon religion and politics.
'Trust the Octobrists,' he said cheerily.
'I'd rather trust our revolvers.'
The Banker's cigar fell from his mouth.
'An anarchist! like my nephew Simon!'
David began to realize the limitations of the financial intellect. He saw that to get ideas into Bankers' brains is even more difficult than to get cheques from their pockets. Still, there was that promising scapegrace Simon! He hurried out on his scent, and ran him to earth in a cosy house near the town gate. Simon practised law, it appeared, and his surname was Rubensky.
The young barrister, informed of his uncle's accusation of anarchism, laughed contemptuously. 'Bourgeois! Every idea that makes no money he calls anarchy. As a matter of fact, I'm the exact opposite of an anarchist: I'm a socialist. I belong to the P.P.S. We're not even revolutionary like the S.R.'s.'
'I'm afraid I'm a great ignoramus,' said David. 'I don't even know what all these letters stand for.'
Simon Rubensky looked pityingly as at a bourgeois.
'S.R.'s are the silly Social Revolutionists; I belong to the Polish Party of Socialism.'
'Ah!' said David, with an air of comprehension. 'And I belong to the Jewish Party of Self-Defence! I hope you'll join it too.'
The young lawyer shook his head. 'A separate Jewish party! No, no! That would be putting back the clock of history. The non-isolation of the Jew isan unconditional historic necessity. Our emancipation must be worked out in common with Russia's.'
'Oh, then you agree with your uncle!'
'With that bourgeois! Never! But we are Poles of the Mosaic Faith—Jewish Poles, not Polish Jews.'
'The hooligans are murdering both impartially.'
'And the Intellectuals equally,' rejoined Simon.
'But the Intellectuals will triumph over the Reactionaries,' said David passionately, 'and then both will trample on the Jews. Didn't the Hungarian Jews join Kossuth? And yet after Hungary's freedom was won——'
Simon's wife and sister here entered the room, and he introduced David smilingly as a Ghetto reactionary. The young women—sober-clad students from a Swiss University—opened wide shocked eyes.
'So young, too!' Simon's wife murmured wonderingly.
'Would you have me stand by and see our people murdered?'
'Certainly,' she said, 'rather than see theZeitgeistset back. The unconditional historic necessity will carry us on of itself towards a better social state.'
'There you go with your Marx and your Hegel!' cried Simon's sister. 'I object to your historic materialism. With Fichte, I assert——'
'She is an S.R.,' Simon interrupted her to explain.
'Ah,' said David. 'Not a P.P.S. like you and your wife.'
'Simon, did you tell him I was a P.P.S.?' inquired his wife indignantly.
'No, no, of course not. A Ghetto reactionary doesnot understand modern politics. My wife is an S.D., I regret to say.'
'But I have heard of Social Democrats!' said David triumphantly.
Simon's sister sniffed. 'Of course! Because they are a bourgeois party—risking nothing, waiting passively till the Revolution drops into their hands.'
'The name of bourgeois would be better applied to those who include the landed peasants among their forces,' said Simon's wife angrily.
'If I might venture to suggest,' said David soothingly, 'all these differences would be immaterial if you joined theSamooborona. I could make excellent use of you ladies in the ambulance department.'
'Outrageous!' cried Simon angrily. 'Our place is shoulder to shoulder with our fellow-Poles.'
Simon's sister intervened gently. Perhaps the mention of ambulances had awakened sympathy in her S.R. soul. 'You ought to look among your own Party,' she said.
'My Party?'
'The Ghetto reactionaries—Zionists, Territorialists, Itoists, or whatever they call themselves nowadays.'
'Are there any here?' cried David eagerly.
'One heard of nothing else,' cried Simon bitterly. 'Fortunately, when the police found they weren't really emigrating to Zion or Uganda, the meetings were stopped.'
David eagerly took down names. Simon particularly recommended two young men, Grodsky and Lerkoff, who had at least the grace of Socialism.
But Grodsky, David found, had his own panacea. 'Only the S.S.'s,' he said, 'can save Israel.'
'What are S.S.'s?' David asked.
'Socialistes Sionistes.'
'But can't there be Socialism outside Zion?'
'Of course. We have evolved from Zionism. The unconditional historic necessity is for a land, but not for a particular land. Our Minsk members already call themselves S.T.'s—Socialist Territorialists.'
'But while awaiting your territory, there are the hooligans,' David reminded him. 'Simon Rubensky thought you would be a good man for the self-defence corps.'
'Join Rubensky! A P.P.S.! Never will I associate with a bourgeois like that!'
'He isn't joining.'
The S.S. hesitated. 'I must consult my fellow-members. I must write to headquarters.'
'Letters do not travel very quickly or safely nowadays.'
'But Party Discipline is everything,' urged Grodsky.
David left him, and hunted up Lerkoff, who proved to be a doctor.
'I want to get together aSamooboronabranch,' he explained. 'Herr Grodsky has half promised——'
'That bourgeois!' cried Lerkoff in disgust. 'We can have nothing to do with traitors like that!'
'Why are they traitors?' David asked.
'All Territorialists are traitors. We Poali Zion must jealously guard the sacred flame of Socialism and Nationality, since only in Palestine can our social problem be solved.'
'Why only in Palestine?' inquired David mildly.
The P.Z. glared. 'Palestine is an unconditional historic necessity. The attempt to form a JewishState elsewhere can only result in failure and disappointment. Do you not see how the folk-instinct leads them to Palestine? No less than four thousand have gone there this year.'
'And a hundred and fifty thousand to America. How about that folk-instinct?'
'Oh, these are the mere bourgeois. I see you are an Americanist Assimilator.'
'I am no more an A.A. than I am a Z.Z.,' said David tartly, adding with a smile, 'if there is such a thing as a Z.Z.'
'Would to Heaven there were not!' said Lerkoff fervently. 'It is these miserable Zioni-Zionists, with their incapacity for political concepts, who——'
Milovka, amid all its medievalism, possessed a few incongruous telephones, and one of these now started ringing violently in Dr. Lerkoff's study.
'Ah!' he exclaimed, 'talk of the devil. There is a man who combines all the worst qualities of the Z.Z.'s and the Mizrachi. He also imagines he has a throat disease due to swallowing flecks of the furs he deals in.' After which harangue he collogued amiably with his patient, and said he would come instantly.
'Hasn't he the disease, then?' asked David.
'He has no disease except too much vanity and too much money.'
'While you cure him of the first, I should like to try my hand at the second,' said David laughingly.
'Oh, I'll introduce you, if you let me off.'
'You I don't ask for money, but your medical services would be invaluable. Milovka is in danger.'
'Milovka to the deuce!' cried Lerkoff. 'Our future lies not in Russia.'
'I talk of our present. Do let me appoint you army surgeon.'
'Next year—in Jerusalem!' replied the doctor airily.
Lerkoff asked David to wait in another room while he saw Herr Cantberg professionally. There was an Ark with scrolls of the Law in the room, betiding a piety and a purse beyond the normal. Presently Lerkoff reappeared chuckling.
'He knows all about you, you infamous rascal,' he said.
'You have told him?'
'Hetoldme; he always knows everything. You are a baptized police spy, posing as a P.P.S. I suppose he's heard of your visit to Herr Rubensky.'
'But I shall undeceive him!'
'Not if you want his money. Such a blow to his vanity would cost you dear. Go in; I did not tell himyouwere the young man he was telling me of. I must fly.' The P. Z shook David's hand. 'Don't forget he's the bourgeois type of Zionist; his object is not to create the future, but to resurrect the dead past.'
'And mine is to keep alive the living present. Won't you——?' But the doctor was gone.
The Mizrachi Z.Z. proved unexpectedly small in stature and owl-like in expression; but his 'Be seated, sir—be seated; what can I do for you?' had the grand manner. It evoked a resentful chord in David.
'It is something I propose to do for you,' he said bluntly. 'Milovka is in danger.'
'It is, indeed,' said the M.Z.Z. 'When men like Dr. Lerkoff (in whose company I was sorry to see you) command a hearing, it is in deadly danger. An excellent physician, but you know the Talmudical saying: "Hell awaits even the best of physicians." And he calls himself a Zionist! Bah! he's more dangerous than that young renegade spy who dubs himself P.P.S.'
'But he seems very zealous for Zion,' said David uneasily.
Herr Cantberg shook his head dolefully. 'He'd introduce vaccination and serum-insertions instead of the grand old laws. As if any human arrangement could equal the wisdom of Sinai! And he actually scoffs at the Restoration of the Sacrifices!'
'But do you propose to restore them?' David was astonished.
The owl's eyes shone. 'What have we sacrificed ourselves for, all these centuries, if not for the Sacrifices? What has sanctified and illumined the long night of our Exile except a vision of the High Priest in his jewelled breastplate officiating again at the altar of our Holy Temple? Now at last the vision begins to take shape, the hope of Israel begins to shine again. Like a rosy cloud, like a crescent moon, like a star in the desert, like a lighthouse over lonely seas——'
The telephone impolitely interrupted him. His fine frenzy disregarded the ringing, but it jangled his metaphors. 'But, alas! our people do not see clearly!' he broke off. 'False prophets, colossally vain—may their names be blotted out!—confuse the foolish crowd. But the wheat is being sifted from the chaff, the fineflour from the bran, the edible herbs from the evil weeds, and soon my people will see again that only I——'
The telephone insisted on a hearing. Having refused to buy furs at the price it demanded, he resumed: 'Territorialist traitors mislead the masses, but in so far as they may bring relief to our unhappy people, I wish them Godspeed.'
'But what relief can they bring?' put in David impatiently. 'Without Self-Defence——'
'Most true. They will but kill off a few hundred people with fever and famine on some savage shore. But let them; it will all be to the glory of Zionism——'
'How so?' David asked, amazed.
'It will show that the godless ideals of materialists can never be realized, that only in its old home can Israel again be a nation. Then will come the moment for Me to arise——'
'But the English came from Denmark. And they're nation enough!'
The owl blinked angrily. 'We are the Chosen People—no historic parallel applies to us. As the dove returned to the ark, as the swallow returns to the lands of the spring, as the tide returns to the sands, as the stars——'
'Yes, yes, I know,' said David; 'but where is there room in Palestine for the Russian Jews?'
'Where was there room in the Temple for the millions who came up at Passover?' retorted Herr Cantberg crushingly.
The telephone here interposed, offering the furs cheaper.
'A godless Bundist!' the owl explained between the deals.
'A Bundist!' David pricked up his ears. From the bravest revolutionary party in Russia he could surely cull a recruit or two. 'Who is he?'
The owl tried to look noble, producing only a twinkle of cunning. 'Oh, I can't betray him; after all, he's a brother-in-Israel. Not that he behaves as such, opposing our candidate for the Duma! Three hundred and thirteen roubles,' he told the telephone sternly. 'Not a kopeck more. Eh? What? He's rung off, the blood-sucker!' He rang him up again. David made a note of the number.
'But what have you Zionists to do with the Parliament in Russia?' he inquired of the owl.
But the owl was haggling with the telephone. 'Three hundred and fifteen! What! Do you want to skinme, like your martins and sables?'
'You are busy,' interposed David, fretting at the waste of his day. 'I shall take the liberty of calling again.'
A telephone-book soon betrayed the Bundist's shop, and David hurried off to enlist him. The shopkeeper proved, however, so corpulent and bovine that David's heart sank. But he began bluntly: 'I know you're a Bundist.'
'A what?' said the fur-dealer.
David smiled. 'Oh, you needn't pretend with me; I'm a fighter myself.' He let a revolver peep out of his hip-pocket.
'Help!Gewalt!' cried the fur-dealer.
A beardless youth came running out of the back room. David laughed. 'Herr Cantberg told me that you were a Bundist,' he explained to the shopkeeper. 'And I came to meet a kindred spirit. But I waswarned Herr Cantberg is always wrong. Good-morning.'
'Stop!' cried the youth. 'Go in, Reb Yitzchok; let me deal with this fire-eater.' And as the corpulent man retired with an improbable alacrity, he continued gravely: 'This time Herr Cantberg was not more than a hundred versts from the truth.'
David smiled. 'Youare the Bundist.'
'Hush! Here I am the son-in-law. I study Talmud and eatKest(free food). What news from Warsaw?'
'I want both you and your father-in-law,' said David evasively—'his money and your muscles.'
'He gives no money to the Cause, save unwillingly what I squeeze out of Cantberg.' The youth permitted himself his first smile. 'When he deals with that bourgeois at the telephone, I always egg him on to stand out for more and more, and my profit is half the extra roubles we extort. But as for myself, my life, of course, is at the disposal of headquarters.'
David was moved by this refreshing simplicity. He felt a little embarrassment in explaining that headquarters to him meantSamooborona, not Bund. The youth's countenance changed completely.
'Defend the Jews!' he cried contemptuously. 'What have we to do with the Jewish bourgeoisie?'
'The Bund is exclusively Jewish, is it not?'
'Merely because we found the rest of the Revolutionary body too clumsy for words. It was always getting caught, its printing-presses exhumed, its leaders buried. So we split off, the better to help our fellow-working-men. But we are a Labour party, not a Jewish party. We have the whole Russian Revolutionon our shoulders; how can we throw away our lives for the capitalists of the Milovka Ghetto? Then there are the elections at hand—I have to work for the Left. Ah, here come some of our bourgeois; askthem, if you like. I will keep my father-in-law out of the shop.'
Two men in close confabulation strolled in, a third disconnected, but on their heels. With five Jews the concourse soon became a congress.
One of the couple turned out to be a Progressive Pole. He mistook David for a Zionist, and denounced him for a foreigner.
'We of the P.P.P.,' he said, 'will peacefully acquire equal rights with our fellow-Poles—nay, we shall be allowed to become Poles ourselves. But you Zionists are less citizens than strangers, and if you were logical, you would all——'
'Where's your own logic?' interrupted the disconnected man. 'Why don't you join the P.P.N. at once?'
The Progressive Pole frowned. 'The Nationalists! They are anti-Semites. I'd as soon join the League of True Russian Men.'
'And do you trust the P.P.P.?' his companion asked him. 'I tell you, Nathan, that only in the Progressive Democratic Party, with its belief in the equality of all nationalities——'
'If you want a Party free from anti-Semites,' David intervened desperately, 'you must join theSamoo——'
'I fear you will get no recruits here,' interrupted the Bundist, not unkindly. He added with a sneer: 'These gentlemen of the P.P.P. and the P.P.N. and the P.P.D. are all good Poles.'
'Good Poles!' echoed David no less bitterly. 'Andthe Poles voteden blocto keep every Jewish candidate out of the Duma.'
'Even so we must be better Poles than they,' sublimely replied the member of the P.P.P. 'We are joining even the Clerical Parties of the Right for the good of our country. And now that the Party of National Concentration——'
'Go to the Labour Parties,' advised the P.D. 'There you may perchance find sturdy young men with the necessary Ghetto taint.' Of the four great Labour Parties, he proceeded to recommend the P.S.D. as the most promising for David's purposes. 'Not the Bolshewiki faction,' he added, 'but the Menshewiki. Recruits might also be found in the Proletariat or the P.P.S.——'
'No, I've tried the P.P.S.,' said David. 'But at any rate, gentlemen, since you must all see that the defence of our own lives is no undesirable object, a little contribution to our funds——'
A violent chorus of protest broke out. It was scarcely credible that only four men were speaking. All explained elaborately that they had their own Party Funds, and what a tax it was to run their candidates for the Duma, not to mention their Party Organ.
'You see,' said the Bundist, 'your only chance lies with the men of no Party, who have only their own bourgeois pleasures.'
'Are there such?' asked David eagerly.
A universal laugh greeted this inquiry.
'Alas, too many!' everybody told him. 'Our people are such individualists.'
'But where are these individualists?' cried David desperately.
As if in answer, the bovine proprietor, encouraged by the laughter, crept in again.
'You still here!' he murmured to David, taken aback.
'Yes, but if you'll give me a subscription for Jewish Self-Defence——'
'Jewish Emancipation!' cried the fur-dealer. 'Why didn't you say so at first?' He put his hand in his pocket. 'That'smyParty—or rather the National Group in it, the Anti-Zionist faction.'
The stern Bundist laughed. 'No, he doesn't mean he's a J.E. even of the other faction.'
His father-in-law took his hand out of his pocket.
David cast a rebuking glance at the Bundist. 'Why did you interfere? Perhaps my way may prove the shortest to Jewish Emancipation.'
His hearers smiled a superior smile, and the fur-dealer shook his head. 'I belong also to the Promotion of Education Party—I am for peaceful methods,' he announced.
'So I perceived,' said David drily.
To be rid of him, the Bundist gave him the address of a man who kept aloof from Polish politics—a bourgeois cousin of his, Belchevski by name, who might just as well be killed off in theSamooborona.
But even Belchevski turned out to be a Territorialist. David imprudently told him he had seen his fellow-Territorialist Grodsky, who had half promised——
'Associate with a brainless, bumptious platform-screamer!' he screamed. 'He's worse than the hysterical Zionists. It is a territory we need, not Socialism.'
'I agree. But even more do we need Self-Defence.'
'The only Self-Defence is to leave Russia for a land of our own.'
'Five and a quarter million of us? Why, if twoships—one from Libau for the north, and one from Odessa for the south—sailed away every week, each bearing two thousand passengers, it would take over a quarter of a century. And by that time a new generation of us would have grown up.'
The Territorialist looked uneasy.
'Besides,' David continued, 'what new country could receive us at the rate of two hundred thousand a year? It would be a cemetery, not a country.'
The Territorialist smiled disdainfully. 'Why didn't you say at first you were a bourgeois? The unconditional historic necessity which has created the I.T.O. may drive at what pace it will; enough that as soon as our autonomous land is ready to receive us, I intend to be in the first shipload.'
'Have you this land, then?'
'Not yet. We've only had time to draw up the Constitution. No Socialism as that idiot Grodsky imagines. But Democracy. Hereditary privileges will be abol——'
'But what landisthere?'
'Surely there are virgin lands.'
'Even the virgin lands are betrothed!' said David. 'And if there was one still without a lord and master, it would probably be a very ugly and sickly virgin. And, anyhow, it will be a long wooing. So in the meantime let me teach you to fire a pistol.'
'With all my heart—but merely to shoot wild beasts.'
'That is all I am asking for,' said David grimly.
Encouraged by this semi-success, David boldly called upon a tea-merchant quite unknown to him, and asked for a subscription to buy revolvers.
The tea-merchant, who was a small stout man, with a black cap of dubious cut, protested vehementlyagainst such materialistic measures. Let them put their trust inCultur! To talk Hebrew—therein lay Israel's real salvation. Let little children once again lisp in the language of Isaiah and Hosea—that was true Zionism.
'Then don't you want the Holy Land?' asked the astonished David.
'Merely as a centre ofCultur. Merely as a University where Herbert Spencer may be studied in the tongue of the Psalmist. All the rest is bourgeois Zionism. Political Zionism? Economic Zionism? Pah! Mere tawdry imitations of heathen politics!'
'Then you agree with the Chovevi Zionists!'
'Not at all. Zion is less a place than a state of mind. We want Culture—not Agriculture; we want the evolutionary efflorescence of Israel's inner personality——'
David fled, only to stumble upon a Nationalist who declared that Zionism was a caricature of true Nationalism, and Territorialism a cheap philanthropic substitute for it.
'Then why not join in the Self-Defence of our nation?' David asked.
'I will—when we are on our own soil. Your corps is a mere mockery of the military concept.'
David found no more comfort in his interview with the member of the L.A.E.R., who was convinced that only in the League for the Advancement of Equal Rights lay the Jew's true security. It was the one party whose success was sure, the only one based upon an unconditional historic necessity.
David's morning was not, however, to pass without the discovery of a man of no Party. And, strangely enough, he owed his find to the headache theseinnumerable Parties caused him. For, going into a chemist's shop for a powder, he was served by a red-bearded Jew whose genial face emboldened him to solicit a stock of bandages and antiseptics—in view of a possiblepogrom.
'But thepogromsare over,' cried the chemist. 'They were but the expiring agonies of the old order. The reign of love is at hand, the brotherhood of man is beginning, and all races and creeds will henceforth live at peace under the new religion of science.'
David's headache rose again triumphant over the powder. Even a partisan would be easier to convince than this sort of seer.
'Why, apogromis planned for Milovka!'
'Impossible! Europe would not permit it. America would prohibit it. Did you not see the protest even in the Australian Parliament? Look on your calendar; we have reached the twentieth century, even according to the Christian calculation.'
David returned hopelessly to his inn.
Here he saw a burly Jew warming himself at the great stove. Before even ordering dinner, he made a last desperate attempt to save his morning.
'Me join a Jewish Self-Defence!' The burly Jew laughed loud and heartily. 'Why, I'm a True Believer!'
'AMeshummad!' David gasped. Modern as he was, the hereditary horror at the baptized apostate overcame him.
'Yes—I'm safe enough,' the Convert laughed. 'I've taken the cold-water cure. Besides, I'm the censor of Milovka!'
'Eh?' David looked like a trapped animal. The censor smiled on. 'Don't scowl at me like the otherpious zanies. After all, you're an enlightened young man—a violinist, they tell me; you can't take your Judaism any more seriously than I take my baptism. Come—have a glass of vodka.'
'Then, you won't inform?' David breathed.
'Not unless you publish seditious Yiddish. Keep your pistols out of print. If my own skin is safe, that doesn't mean I'm made of stone like these Tartar devils. Landlord, the vodka. We'll drink confusion to them.'
'I—I have none,' stammered the landlord. 'I haven't the right.'
'There are no rights in Russia,' said the censor good-humouredly.
The landlord furtively produced a big bottle.
'But the idea of askingmeto join the Self-Defence!' chuckled the burly Jew. 'You might as well ask me to play the violin!' he added with a wink.
David felt this was the first really sympathetic hearer he had met that morning.