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'One Touch of Nature Makes the Whole World Kin"
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From the Scenario of HAL REID. By HENRY PHILLIPS
Behind the mask of Rabbi Greenberg's stern demeanor and calm dignity lay a world of affection for his family. But never did he permit the lesser and perhaps stronger ties of husband and father to chafe the greater and more serious bonds of the Lawgiver and Teacher of his people. In all things, then, he was Rabbi first. To be otherwise were gross sacrilege.
As he sat at his desk one morning late in May, with the flowers and all the green glories of Spring shedding their fragrance, and the birds, in their joy of parenthood, bursting into song in every quarter, the fatherspirit in his own breast was strangely stirred. And when his daughter Helen entered a few moments later to receive his daily kiss and blessing before going to High School, his heart swelled in affection not unmingled with pride at the sight of the comely girl.
His daughter! Then for the first time did it cross his mind, with a sweep of emotion, that already the child of his loins stood on the threshold of womanhood. Instinctively he harked back thru the ages to that message delivered to the Patriarchs, that, has never been disobeyed by the Faithful, "Be -fruitful and multiply!"
And as Helen passed down the street, he gazed after her, overwhelmed by the sweetest passion of the Hebrew heart, that of seeing one's children's children swelling the number of God's Chosen People.
He called his wife to him, and for a long time did they indulge their parental hopes, by making definite plans for their beloved daughter's future.
They were both happily agreed on the fortunate young man who should make an ideal son and husband.
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But Helen Greenberg went to school that morning busily reviewing the French verb "to love" without the faintest suspicion that it had any meaning in her plans.
But Fate, and a little fellow sometimes called Cupid and sometimes the Little Blind God, were making altogether different plans for Helen Greenberg 's future than had yet been guessed by any human being.
Nor, for that matter, did James Mahoney, Jr., that eventful day he came home from Law School and joyfully unrolled a brand-new diploma before two doting parents — neither did he suspect how seriously his plans were going to be tampered with. Already his wealthy parents were discussing a young heiress, for whom they considered James Mahoney (a coming Judge of the Supreme Court, without doubt ! ) too good.
But, as the poet says :
"The best laid plans of mice and men Gang aft agley! "
Summer came and was followed by Autumn and then Winter. The course of the seasons, then, had not changed in the least. But Helen Greenberg had grown more beautiful and James Mahoney had worked hard and proved a remarkable success in his apprenticeship to the law. In the Spring he was admitted to the bar.
In the afternoon of that memorable day, James went out into the Parito walk alone, filled with serious thoughts of his career. He practically worked out a plan that should occupy every minute of the ensuing two years. It would mean hard work, nothing but work. With the arrogant certainty of youth, he swore that nothing on this earth should or could swerve him from his purpose.
Just at this critical moment he es