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A group of gossips in Maryam's Backstub that day discussed it thus:
"By rights," said one, "the Makkes should have been Genen-del's, for after all these years how was Yainkele to know that she would not go to shool to-day?"
"Perhaps she is sick," suggested someone.
"Adrabbe," said another, "she is very well. When I heard that she had not been to shool, I went at once to see if aught be wrong with her, and I found her knitting by a nice warm stove and singing thereto�I tell you, like the Rodower Chazan on Simchat Torah."
"Twas a bitter day," said another, "and Genendel is getting old."
"Nay, 'twas not the weather either, for right in the thickest of the storm she was seen going to Machel Katzev's, where she bought half a pound of meat."
"A half pound of meat! Genendel must have money." 'Why, has she not money?" 'Shtuss! From where should Genendel get money?"
"She received money from that Poshe Berl, her son."
"How knowest thou that?"
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"Have you not heard that she got a letter?"
"Truly, we have heard. The letter was from Poland."
"The letter was from America."
"From America?" cried they all. "Who told thee?"
"Gitel told me. She was so fidgety with wishing to know from whom it was, that Shaye Soldat said he would go find out."
"What! Shaye asked Genendel? I do not believe it. She would have thrown him out."
"He did not ask her. Trust Shaye, that Ganef, to find out what he wishes to know. 'Hast heard, Genendel,' he said, 'the bad news from America?1 'Nay,' Genendel said, 'what news?' 'They have had such a drought there that the creek ran dry, whereupon it grew so cold that the town pump froze up, and the people nearly perished with a water famine,' Shaye said. Genendel looked real worried. 'A water famine in America! Strange that he should not have mentioned it,' she said."
"It must have been from Berl."
"From whom else but from Berl?"
But the surprising fact that Genendel had not gone to Shool on a certain day was presently drowned in the amazing circumstance that she now ceased entirely from going. Sceptics did not believe it, and they went at prayer-time to walk past her window. From thence they brought wild reports�such as this:
"She no longer eats meat on one day and the soup on the next; but both together�the meat and the soup in a single day." And this:
"She stuffs her stove full of wood, as if she were the Countess of Reichenberg." Also this:
"She has a new Sabbath-pot."
The scandal of Genendel's defection became so greet that the noise of it reached even the rabbi, Reb Yoshe Levisohn, that great Chassid of whom it is said, "He is so deep in his studies that usser does he know, is he living or is he not living. At noon his wife must place the dish before him and the fork at his hand.
"Why dost disturb me? What is this?" grumbles the great Reb Yoshe.
"This is thy dinner," says the Rebbe tain.
Then first does he know it is time to eat.
Reb Yoshe scorned the voice of gossip, but on a Sabbath morning he noticed that Genendel had not waited for him at the door of the synagogue to wish him "gut Shabbos" as for years had been her wont. So after his dinner he despatched his servant to see if aught be wrong with her.
And Mirl returned with this report:
"So may something be wrong with me as it is wrong with Genendel! A new silk apron she has�brown silk�a gulden the yard�and a new lace cap with a purple ribbon in it, and stewed apples and raisins she is eating� I tell you by the tablespoonful."
Reb Yoshe eyed iiis servant gravely.
"Envy is the rottenness of the bones," he said; whereat Mirl fled to the kitchen. But to his wife he said:
"What is this about Genendel?"
"Do I know? Do I listen to the gossip of the people? They say her son, Berl, sent her much money from America," said the Rebbetzin.
Reb Yoshe looked perplexed.
"For more than twenty years� in her widowhood�in her poverty �when her children died, she has been going to shool�and now in her prosperity�" He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I think I'll go see Genendel," he said.
Then word went forth that the Rav, the great Reb Yoshe Levisohn, who rarely went into another's house, was coming to Genendel, and officious ones ran to tell her of it, and also to see her wither. But she did not wither. No, she laid a new white cloth upon the table; placed thereon her Kiddush-cup, and rolled beside it her own arm-chair. And when he came, she said: "God's welcome, Rebbe Leben," bade him be seated, and gave him wine and cake. Nay, nay�none of your raisin wine and home-made Dalklech. 'Twas real red wine that one buys at Reb Shlome's for heavy money, and the cakes were of Maryam's best.
Genendel's eyes grew moist as she gazed at the great Reb Yoshe partaking of her hospitality.
"May the Rebbe live a hundred years," she cried. "I would that my Ephroim�he rests in Paradise�had lived to see this happy day when the Rebbe�hi* virtues be to us a blessing�honours my poor dwelling. I beg the Rebbe to blest me." And the bent her
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"Is it true," said the Rabbi, when Genendel had dried her eyes and stood again smiling before him, "is it true, what is said of thee, that thou no longer goest to shool?"
"It is true," said Genendel. "Wie haisst?" said the rabbi. Genendel smiled sweetly. "The Rebbe has not forgotten my son Berl, who went to America and of whom the people said bitter things�that he has deserted his old mot Jut�and worse. It is not true, Rebbe. He is a good son. He has not forgotten me. He has, alas,nu:ch bad fortune,there in America,but now, thank God*, it goes wellwi'h him, He now sends me twenty gulden every month, and says lie will send it so long as I live.' Genendel paused.
"Nu?" said the rabbi. "So why should I go ' ^odl, Rebbe Leben?" said Ge < Id-
Now the Rav was ^eat scholar, a Talmid Chi cm, a rare Lamden, but it is a t that at the moment he fom not a word of reply. He sat r :e stiD with his mouth open.
"If anyone had told rr dusd thee," he said at leng' sadly, "I should not have beli- it.
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