The Family Moskat

The Family Moskat

The Family Moskat

The Family Moskat


As for his new stepdaughter, there was something about her that set him on edge. She was educated, talked German, Polish, and French. But there was something too tense, too arrogant about her. She seemed to be staring past people, always thinking her own thoughts. No, she didn't fit in with his family, or with his business, for that matter. Besides, he was sure that she was secretly an unbeliever. He decided to arrange a match for her as soon as he got back to Warsaw and to give her a small dowry, not more than two thousand rubles.

"Just wait till she gets to Warsaw," Reb Meshulam said to himself. "Her nose'll come down."

With these thoughts weaving through his mind Reb Meshulam returned to Warsaw. He was not the one to moon over past mistakes. He was the shrewd Meshulam Moskat, the victor in every encounter, not only against external enemies, but over his own weaknesses as well.



A FEW weeks after Meshulam Moskat returned to Warsaw another traveler arrived at the station in the northern part of the capital. He climbed down from a third-class car carrying an oblong metal-bound basket locked with a double lock. He was a young man, about nineteen. His name was Asa Heshel Bannet. On his mother's side he was the grandson of Reb Dan Katzenellenbogen, the rabbi of Tereshpol Minor. He had with him a letter of recommendation to the learned Dr. Shmaryahu Jacobi, secretary of the Great Synagogue in Warsaw. In his pocket rested a worn volume, the Ethics of Spinoza in a Hebrew translation.

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