is not the nationalist point of view According to George Meredith in his "One of Our Conquerors," the Jew owes his success to his having learned the art of self-control. The nationalist Jew would go further and say, the Jewish nation, more than any other, has learned that it cannot
eat its cake and have it, too; that it cannot embrace intermarriage and maintain it solidarity with all that it implies, notwithstanding. And this knowledge of the Jew has become with him a sure instinct, potent as arbiter in the affairs of his life; and the world must reckon with it.
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"Yes, you," repeated Rodman, and again there was a pause.
"Well," she said, as she tangled up the needles in her effort to resume her knitting, "You can come in—to see us,—whenever you are in this city."
"Come in to see you?" he repeated. "No, no, Miss Felsberg, that's not enough. I don't intend to stay away from this city very long at any rate. But,—but without you,—I couldn't live anywhere. Miriam," he continued, bending towards her, "There is only one way,—one hope for me. You must marry me."
He seized both her hands and the big white shawl fell to the floor. He could feel the loud beating of her arteries.
"Tell me,—tell me, Miriam, my—" he stammered as he drew her form to himself. He was intoxicated by the contact and could not proceed.
She allowed him to draw her head to his breast and he read the answer in her deep eyes, sparkling with happiness and tenderness.
VII.
One fine afternoon early in September, Sigmund (Selig) Rodman was sitting in the private office of his department store quietly and slowly smoking his cigar, his mind occupied with divers matters, principally with the future of his only son. He found great cause to be satisfied with the prospects, for although he had not as yet broached the subject of an alliance to Mr. Nathan, he nevertheless thought that he recognized in the attitude of his competitor a degree of friendliness which promised everything that he desired.
"It'll work," he mused, scratching his large clean-shaven chin, and looking up into the clouds of smoke that he was emitting, "Only let that fool of a boy come home."
A liveried page boy entered and handed Mr. Rodman two letters on a platter.
He looked at the envelopes, and on one he recognized the seal and the arms of the Nathans. The other was addressed in the handwriting of his son.
He took up the first and felt that it contained just one thick card.
"Ah!" he thought, "an invitation for something."
He carefully tore open the envelope and on the card he read the following: "Mr. and Mrs. Otto Nathan are pleased to Announc the engagement of their Daughter, Mathilda, to Mr. John Winston MacArthur, August 28, 1909."
Mr. Rodman's fingers and jaws loosened simultaneously. The card dropped from his fingers and the cigar from his lips. He sat for a moment as if stupefied. Then he sprang up from his seat and paced the floor.
"With a goy!" he spoke hoarsely, "with a goy!" Ah, those meshumodim, those fine German Yahudim,\u2014with a goy,\u2014they are pleased to announce, the shameless ones, pleased to announce that their daughter has become a renegade on apostate, a meshumedes! Let her go! To think, that I, Selig Rodman wanted her for a daughter in-law. And him, him, I'll show him the meshumed! I am going to advertise a sale to-morrow,\u2014with a goy, with a goy," he muttered again and again.
When Mr. Rodman's indignation over this new defection in Israel had sufficiently abated, he sat down and opened the letter from his son.
"My dear father," he read, "Please congratulate me, or rather give me your mazol tov. I am engaged,\u2014engaged to be married to the best and dearest girl in the whole world, and so I am the happiest man in the whole world, The text reads as follows:
Sigmund Rodman stopped reading, put down the letter, took out a silk handkerchief and rubbed his eyes. Then he took out a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, care-