The Maccabaean

(Concluded.)

V.

SO there you have Reb Anschel married to the handsomest girl in the town. At first he was very happy, and the only thing that troubled him and made him shed a bitter drop, as it were, into the goblet of bliss, was his wife's name. It was Elizabeth,—such a big mouthful. He never could utter the name without a stammer. What was such a long name good for? Would not a name like Yachne have sounded much better? Another unpleasantness was this: His wife insisted that he have the remnant of his beard cut off. "What a misfortune!" thought Anschel. His first wife had plucked out half of his beard and now his second was determined to trim down the other half. The effect was the same. The beard that had been unkempt and undisturbed for a number of years was removed, shorn. Otherwise Reb Anschel was happy.

It is true, his father-in-law did not give him the promised dowry. His wife's father also had his own way of thinking: Why pay over money when you expect to borrow it from him you give it? He was looking for an opportunity from the start of borrowing money from the rich Reb Anschel.

At the same time Anschel was happy. His second wife was so different from his first. Anschel was convinced that it was much more pleasant to be rich than to be poor, and much more convenient, too.

A tiny cloud soon hovered, however, over the clear sky of Anschel's happiness. His young wife fell into a distemper and

was as silent as the grave. When he spoke to her, she turned away, and at the same time she was very friendly to every one else. Was she angry; then why did she not make a noise about it? When his fırst wife was angry, she had always given vent to it in speech. At such times, his first was a sight to behold; she would pour forth a torrent of words, her eyes blazing fire. But in this case, it was different; there was nothing to fear, but you felt ısolated. von were ienored.

The secret of his wife's distemper soon leaked out. She wanted to have a relative made the manager of his affairs. When Anschel heard this, he felt relieved. If it was true that he was rich, as they said, then he needed a manager, and why not his wife's relative?

So Godel was made Reb Anschel's manager. He was a man with a large family, but an able man. He at once utilized the capital of his employer in a number of enterprises; Reb Anschel's name was soon known far beyond the border of the town; and men with capital considered it an honor to be associated with him in business.

Godel was as faithful as a dog to his master. He understood the golden rule of business: Give less and take more; also another maxim : Satisfy yourself first, then others. Godel once thought of proposing to his employer that he take his fortune, all of it, the diamonds, the gold, the treasures he had left behind him and bring it into town, but he feared that if the immense wealth of Anschel the Golden were brought in, he would engage other men and employ an-