every and any scrap of print! A pity they had so soon to be dulled behind spectacles. But Zillah found consolation in the thought that the glasses would go well with the high black waistcoat and white tie of the British Rabbi. He had been given to her by Heaven, and to Heaven must be returned. Besides, that might divert it from any more sinister methods of taking him back.
In his twelfth year Brum began to have more trouble with his eyes, and renewed his early acquaintance with the drab ante-rooms of eye hospitals that led, at the long-expected ting-ting of the doctor's bell, into a delectable chamber of quaint instruments. But it was not till he was on the point of Bar-Mitzvah (confirmation at thirteen) that the blow fell. Unwarned explicitly by any physician, Brum went blind.
"Oh, mother," was his first anguished cry, "I shall never be able to read again."
IV
The prepared festivities added ironic complications to the horror. After Brum should have read in the Law from the synagogue platform, there was to have been a reception at the house. Brum himself had written out the invitations with conscious grammar. "Present their compliments to Mr. and Mrs. Solomon and shall be glad to see them" (not you, as was the fashion of their set). It was after writing out so many notes in a fine schoolboy hand, that Brum began to be conscious of thickening blurs and dancing specks and colours. Now that the blind boy was crouching in hopeless misery by the glowing fire, where he had so often recklessly pored over books in the delicious dusk, there was no one handy to write out the countermands. As yet the wretched parents had kept the catastrophe secret, as though it reflected on themselves. And by every post the Confirmation presents came pouring in.
Brum refused even to feel these shining objects. He had hoped to have a majority of books, but now the preponderance of watches, rings, and penknives, left him apathetic. To his parents each present brought a fresh feeling of dishonesty.
"We must let them know," they kept saying. But the tiny difficulty of writing to so many prevented action.
"Perhaps he'll be all right by Sabbath," Zillah persisted frenziedly. She clung to the faith that this was but a cloud: for that the glory of the Confirmation of a future Rabbi could be so dimmed would argue an incomprehensible Providence. Brum's performance was to be so splendid—he was to recite not only his own portion of the Law but the entire Sabbath Sedrah (section).
"He will never be all right," said Jossel, who, in the utter breakdown of Zillah, had for the first time made the round of the doctors with Brum. "None of the physicians, not even the most expensive, hold out any hope. And the dearest of all said the case puzzled him. It was like the blindness that often breaks out in Russia after the great fasts, and specially affects delicate children."
"Yes, I remember," said Zillah; "but that was only among the Christians."
"We have so many Christian customs nowadays," said Jossel grimly; and he thought of the pestilent heretic in his own synagogue who advocated that ladies should be added to the choir.
"Then what shall we do about the people?" moaned Zillah, wringing her hands in temporary discouragement.
"You can advertise in the Jewish papers," came suddenly from the brooding Brum. He had a flash of pleasure in the thought of composing something that would be published.
"Yes, then everybody will read it on the Friday," said Jossel eagerly.
Then Brum remembered that he would not be among the readers, and despair reconquered him. But Zillah was shaking her head.
"Yes, but if we tell people not to come, and then when Brum opens his eyes on the Sabbath morning, he can see to read the Sedrah—"
"But I don't want to see to read the Sedrah," said the boy petulantly; "I know it all by heart."
"My blessed boy!" cried Zillah.
"There's nothing wonderful," said the boy; "even if you read the scroll, there are no vowels nor musical signs."
"But do you feel strong enough to do it all?" said the father anxiously.
"God will give him strength," put in the mother. "And he will make his speech, too, won't you, my Brum?"
The blind face kindled. Yes, he would give his learned address. He had saved his father the expense of hiring one, and had departed in original rhetorical ways from the conventional methods of expressing filial gratitude to the parents who had brought him to manhood. And was this eloquence to remain entombed in his own breast?
His courageous resolution lightened the gloom. His parents opened parcels they had not had the heart to touch. They brought him his new suit, they placed the high hat of manhood on his head, and told him how fine and tall he looked; they wrapped the new silk praying-shawl round his shoulders.
"Are the stripes blue or black?" he asked.
"Blue—a beautiful blue," said Jossel, striving to steady his voice.
"It feels very nice," said Brum, smoothing the silk wistfully. "Yes, I can almost feel the blue."
Later on, when his father, a little brightened, had gone off to the exigent boot factory, Brum even asked to see the presents. The blind retain these visual phrases.
Zillah described them to him one by one as he handled them. When it came to the books it dawned on her that she could not tell him the titles.
"They have such beautiful pictures," she gushed evasively.
The boy burst into tears.
"Yes, but I shall never be able to read them," he sobbed.
"Yes, you will."
"No, I won't."
"Then I'll read them to you," she cried, with sudden resolution.
"But you can't read."
"I can learn."
"But you will be so long. I ought to have taught you myself. And now it is too late!"
V
In order to insure perfection, and prevent stage fright, so to speak, it had been arranged that Brum should rehearse his reading of the Sedrah on Friday in the synagogue itself, at an hour when it was free from worshippers. This rehearsal, his mother thought, was now all the more necessary to screw up Brum's confidence, but the father argued that as all places were now alike to the blind boy, the prominence of a public platform and a large staring audience could no longer unnerve him.
"But he will feel them there!" Zillah protested.
"But since they are not there on the Friday—?"
"All the more reason. Since he cannot see that they are not there, he can fancy they are there. On Saturday he will be quite used to them."
But when Jossel, yielding, brought Brum to the synagogue appointment, the fusty old Beadle who was faithfully in attendance held up his hands in holy and secular horror at the blasphemy and the blindness respectively.
"A blind man may not read the Law to the congregation!" he explained.
"No?" said Jossel.
"Why not?" asked Brum sharply.
"Because it stands that the Law shall be read. And a blind man cannot read. He can only recite."
"But I know every word of it," protested Brum.
The Beadle shook his head. "But suppose you make a mistake! Shall the congregation hear a word or a syllable that God did not write? It would be playing into Satan's hands."
"I shall say every word as God wrote it. Give me a trial."
But the fusty Beadle's piety was invincible. He was highly sympathetic toward the human affliction, but he refused to open the Ark and produce the Scroll.
"I'll let the Chazan