“Sure,” answered Barkan with a sigh, “however the rabbi, could he dwell lengthy, won’t give me the pleasure to see the way it seems to be on him.”
The rebbetzin was silent. … She knew her husband, the rabbi. . . . She additionally knew her personal state of affairs. She too was ready for that examine which was to have arrived right now. The wants have been nice. Whereas the grocery store and the butcher have been type to her she felt that she couldn’t impose upon them…
“Rebbetzin,” known as Barkan with pleasure, “you too are towards me. Received’t you assist me to see that the rabbi tries on his new coat?”
The phone rang and the rebbetzin picked up the receiver. From the expression on her face the rabbi and Barkan knew that she had excellent news. She defined.
“It is a phone name from the monetary secretary of our synagogue. He advised me that he was out of city for just a few days and he forgot to mail our examine earlier than he left, however he’s on the way in which now with it. Might God bless him.”
Because the rabbi rose from his chair with dignity and satisfaction Barkan approached him with the brand new garment.
“AH, HAH!” exclaimed Hyman Skoopinsky as he entered the road automobile, noticing Mrs. Abe Abramson, the spouse of a wholesaler.
As a matter of truth, Hyman Skoopinsky did enterprise with Abramson, however he wished to see Mrs. Abramson, who was additionally energetic in her husband’s enterprise, about one thing that had nothing to do with merchandise.
Thankfully, there was an empty seat close to her. Skoop-insky approached Mrs. Abramson in a fairly indignant method.
“Mrs. Abramson, I used to be greater than shocked to not see you and your husband final Friday evening in our con-gregation when the plaque was devoted in honor of the boys of our members who are actually within the service.”
She replied in an detached approach.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t be there, however we have been taking stock on Friday evening.”
“Stock on Friday evening! Within the identify of God, you’ve gotten dedicated two crimes; you desecrated the Sabbath and also you disregarded such a solemn obligation to take part in an affair the place your personal son was honored.”
“Nicely,” she started to clarify, “thank God we obtain good letters from him. He’s, baruch ha-Shem, alive, and we hope he’ll come again. We thought that they have been honoring solely those that have been killed within the service.” “However,” argued Skoopinsky, “why didn’t you are taking stock on Saturday evening?”