YOM KIPPUR 203
The people began to gather in the Shool. The reader of the Morning Service intoned "He is Lord of the Universe" to the special Yom Kippur tune, a few house- holders and young men supported him, and Berel heard through it all only, Help! What is to be done?
And suddenly he beheld Moisheh Chalfon.
Berel quickly rose from his place, he wanted to make a rush at Moisheh Chalfon. But after all he remained where he was, and sat down again.
"I must first think it over, and discuss it with my Chantzeh-Leah," was Berel's decision.
Berel stood up to pray with the congregation. He was again wishful to pray with fervor, to collect his thoughts, and attend to the meaning of the words, but try as he would, he couldn't ! Quite other things came into his head : a dream, a fair, a horse, Moisheh Chalfon, Chantzeh-Leah, oats, barley, this world and the next were all mixed up together in his mind, and the words of the prayers skipped about like black patches before his eyes. He wanted to say he was sorry, to cry, but he only made curious grimaces, and could not squeeze out so much as a single tear.
Berel was very dissatisfied with himself. He finished the Morning Prayer, stood through the Additional Service, and proceeded to devour the long Piyyutim.
The question, What is to be done? left him no peace, and he was really reciting the Piyyutim to try and stupefy himself, to dull his brain.
So it went on till U-Nesanneh Toikef.
The congregation began to prepare for U-Nesanneh Toikef, coughed, to clear their throats, and pulled the
