124	FICTION"
has	haunting use and from which I expect
a rare profit."
""Speak, spcak3 Father," cried Ocliosias, eag-
erly, with such a racial quiver at the words
%irarc profit" as a war-horse's at a bugle call.
*"L;$ttn.M said Simon with deliberation, **I
have !cng revolved in m} mlad the history of my
life. 1 cm say without vanity that nowhere is
Skaon? son cf Simon, su-oassed In business abil-
ity,, Should you, Ochosias, live to be the age of
the patriarchs, you might meet with one more
fortunate than your fatherT but one more expert
in	—never. And yet I have not been suc-
cessful . . . at least, not up to the present time.
For the future is in the hands of Jehovah alone
by	all tilings are decided."
Tfie tiro men bowed devoutly in token of sub-
to the Lord,
"What, theriy has been wanting?" continued
Simon, son of Simon, following up his thought,
"Nothing within myself, 1 say it without any
uncertainty as to my pride being justifiable.
Nothing within myself, everything outside of
myself. It is no secret. Everyone proclaims it
aloud. Ask any Body you please. Everyone will tell
you: * Simon, son of Simon, is no ordinary Jew.*
Some will even add: 'He is the greatest Jew
of his time." I do not go as far as that. We
always leave room for another. But you
unanimous in respect to one