When I ate, some bit of Talmud was apt to be running through my
mind. If there was a hitch, and I could not go on, my heart would
sink within me. I would stop eating and make an effort to recall
the passage
It was inevitable that the new character of my studies should
sooner or later attract Reb Sender's attention. My secret hung like
a veil between us.
He was jealous of it. Ultimately he questioned me, beseechingly,
and I was forced to make a clean breast of it
Reb Sender beamed. The veil was withdrawn. Presently his face
fell again
"What I don't like about it is your envy of the Pole," he said,
gravely.
"Don't take it ill, my son, but I am afraid you are envious and
begrudging.
Fight it, Davie. Give up studying by heart. It is not with a pure
motive you are doing it. Your studies are poisoned with hatred
and malice. Do you want to gladden my heart, Davie?"
"I do. I will. What do you mean?" "Just step up to the Pole and beg
his pardon for the evil thoughts you have harbored about him."
A minute later I stood in front of my hated rival, thrilling with the
ecstasy of penitence.
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