Part 5 (1/2)
There you have the simple truth. There is nothing further to say.”
”Well----?” inquired Ochosias, breathlessly, scenting something new in the air.
”Well, one must have luck, that is the secret, and, I tell you plainly, I mean to have it.”
”How?”
”It is within reach of all, my child. You cannot fail to see it. A state inst.i.tution, through the care of the Emperor Francis Joseph, Christian of Christ, distributes good luck impartially to every subject of the Empire, whether Christian, Jew, or Mahomedan.”
”The lottery?” asked Ochosias, and pouted his lips disdainfully.
”The lottery, you have said it, the lottery which graciously offers us every day a chance of which we neglect to avail ourselves.”
”Unless, of course,” mused the youth, with a brightening countenance, ”you know of some way to draw the winning number----”
”Good. I was sure that blood would presently speak. You are not far from guessing right.”
”But, come now. Seriously. You know of some such means?”
”Perhaps. Tell me, who is the master of luck?”
”Jehovah. You yourself just said so.”
”Yes, Jehovah, or some G.o.d of the outsiders, if any there be mightier than Jehovah, which I cannot believe.”
”Other G.o.ds may be mighty, like Baal, or like Mammon, who ought by no means to be despised. But Jehovah is the greatest of all. He said: 'I am the Eternal.' And He is.”
”Doubtless. There are, however, more mysteries in this world than we can grasp, and Jehovah permits strange usurpations by other Celestial Powers.”
”It is for the purpose of trying us.”
”I believe it to be so. But I have no more time to waste in mistakes.
And so I have said to myself: 'Adonai, the Master, holds luck in his hands. According to my belief, that master is Jehovah. He just might, however, be Christ, or Allah, or another. I shall, if necessary, exhaust the dictionary of the G.o.ds of mankind, which is, I am told, a bulky volume. Whoever is the mightiest G.o.d, him must we tempt, seduce, or, to speak plainly, buy.' That is what I have resolved to do. I shall naturally begin the experiment with Jehovah, the G.o.d of Abraham and of Solomon, whom I wors.h.i.+p above all others. To-morrow is the Sabbath.
To-day I will go and purchase a ticket for the imperial lottery, the grand prize of which is five hundred thousand florins, and to-morrow, bowed beneath the veil, in the temple of the Lord, I shall promise to give him, if I win----”
”Ten thousand florins!” Ochosias bravely proposed.
”Ten thousand grains of sand!” cried Simon, son of Simon. ”Would you be stingy toward your Creator? Ten thousand florins! Do you think that in the world we live in one can subsidize a Divinity, a first-cla.s.s one, for that price? Triple donkey! Know that I shall offer Jehovah one hundred thousand florins! One hundred thousand florins! What do you think of it? That is how one behaves when he is moved by religious sentiments.”
The amazed Ochosias was silent. After a pause, however, he murmured:
”You are right, father, in these days one cannot get a G.o.d, a real one, under that figure. But a hundred thousand florins! You must own that it is frightful to hand over such a pile of money even to Jehovah.”
”Ochosias, in business one must know how to be lavish. With your ten thousand florins I should never win the grand prize. Whilst with my hundred thousand----We shall see.”
And Simon, son of Simon, did as he had said. He bought his lottery ticket, he took a solemn oath before the Thorah to devote, should he win, a hundred thousand florins to Jehovah, and then he waited quietly for three months, to learn that his was not the winning number.
Ochosias and Simon, son of Simon, thereupon deliberated. To which G.o.d should they next turn their attention? For some reason Jehovah had lost power. Was it possible that the centuries had strengthened some other G.o.d against him? Strange things happen. Still, Ochosias ventured the suggestion that Jehovah with the best will in the world might have been bound by some previous engagement.
”Any other Jew to have promised a hundred thousand florins to the Eternal?” uttered Simon, son of Simon, sententiously. ”No! I am the only one capable of a stroke of business such as that!”