YOM KIPPUE 193
Berel stood some time with his hand raised midway in the air.
The whole affair of the hundred rubles rose before his eyes.
A couple of months ago he had gone into the house of Reb Moisheh Chalfon. The latter had just gone out, there was nobody else in the room, nobody had even seen him come in.
The key was in the desk Berel had looked at it, had hardly touched it the drawer had opened as though of itself several hundred-ruble-notes had lain glistening before his eyes ! Just that day, Berel had received a very unpleasant letter from the father of his daughter's bridegroom, and to make matters worse, the author of the letter was in the right. Berel had been putting off the marriage for two years, and the Mechutton wrote quite plainly, that unless the wedding took place after Tabernacles, he should return him the contract.
"Return the contract!" the fiery letters burnt into Berel's brain.
He knew his Mechutton well. The Misnaggid ! He wouldn't hesitate to tear up a marriage contract, either ! And when it's a question of a by no means pretty girl of twenty and odd years! And the kind of bride- groom anybody might be glad to have secured for his daughter! And then to think that only one of those hundred-ruble-notes lying tossed together in that drawer would help him out of all his troubles. And the Evil Inclination whispers in his ear: "Berel, now or never! There will be an end to all your worry! Don't you 6ee, it's a godsend." He, Berel, wrestled with him hard.
